XXXI.
Gawayne's host is still in the field.
Now hym lenge in þat lee, þer luf hym bi-tyde;
3et is þe lorde on þe launde, ledande his gomnes,
He hat3 forfaren þis fox, þat he fol3ed longe;
As he sprent ouer a spenné, to spye þe schrewe,
Þer as he herd þe howndes, þat hasted hym swyþe,
Renaud com richchande þur3 a ro3e greue,
& alle þe rabel in a res, ry3t at his hele3.
Þe wy3e wat3 war of þe wylde, & warly abides,
& brayde3 out þe bry3t bronde, & at þe best caste3;
& he schunt for þe scharp, & schulde haf arered,
A rach rapes hym to, ry3t er he my3t,
& ry3t bifore þe hors fete þay fel on hym alle,
& woried me þis wyly wyth a wroth noyse.
Þe lorde ly3te3 bilyue, & cache3 by1 sone,
Rased hym ful radly out of þe rach mouþes,
Halde3 he3e ouer his hede, halowe3 faste,
& þer bayen hym mony bray2 hounde3;
Huntes hy3ed hem þeder, with horne3 ful mony,
Ay re-chatande ary3t til þay þe renk se3en;
Bi þat wat3 comen his compeyny noble,
Alle þat euer ber bugle blowed at ones,
& alle þise oþer halowed, þat hade no hornes,
Hit wat3 þe myriest mute þat euer men herde,
Þe rich rurd þat þer wat3 raysed for renaude saule,
with lote;
Hor hounde3 þay þer rewarde,
Her3 hede3 þay fawne & frote,
& syþen þay tan reynarde,
& tyrnen of his cote.
1 hym (?). 2 braþ (?). 3 Her her, in MS.