And vylaynesly hym gan call;
‘Out,’ he sayd, ‘thou false knyght,
Spede thee out of my hall!’
114.
‘Thou lyest,’ then sayd the gentyll knyght,
‘Abbot, in thy hal;
False knyght was I never,
By God that made us all.’
115.
Up then stode that gentyll knyght,