XXXIII.
With much mirth and minstrelsy they made merry, 1952
With merþe & mynstralsye, wyth meteȝ at hor wylle,
Þay maden as mery as any men moȝten,
With laȝyng of ladies, with loteȝ of bordes;
Gawayn & þe gode mon so glad were þay boþe,
Bot if þe douthe had doted, oþer dronken ben oþer,
Boþe þe mon & þe meyny maden mony iapeȝ,
Til þe sesoun watȝ seȝen, þat þay seuer moste;
Burneȝ to hor bedde be-houed at þe laste.
Þenne loȝly his leue at þe lorde fyrst
Fochcheȝ þis fre mon, & fayre he hym þonkkeȝ;
"Of such a sellyly1 soiorne, as I haf hade here,
Your honour, at þis hyȝe fest, þe hyȝe kyng yow ȝelde!
I ȝef yow me for on of youreȝ, if yowre-self lykeȝ,
For I mot nedes, as ȝe wot, meue to morne;
& ȝe me take sum tolke, to teche, as ȝe hyȝt,
Þe gate to þe grene chapel, as god wyl me suffer
To dele, on nwȝereȝ day, þe dome of my wyrdes."
"In god fayþe," quod þe god mon. "wyth a goud wylle;
Al þat euer I yow hyȝt, halde schal I rede."
Þer asyngnes he a seruaunt, to sett hym in þe waye,
& coundue hym by þe downeȝ, þat he no drechch had,
For to f[e]rk þurȝ þe fryth, & fare at þe gaynest,
bi greue.
Þe lorde Gawayn con þonk,
Such worchip he wolde hym weue;
Þen at þo ladyeȝ wlonk.
Þe knyȝt hatȝ tan his leue.
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