Pluck up heart. All may yet be well!
Sir Gawayne.
All is well, madam. [He rises.] An ye have no commands for me I will go make me ready in seemly sort for our betrothal!
Déliverance.
Rather abide, and suffer me to do thankings unto thee, for much have ye done for me! An ye wist how ye have holpen a dolorous lady!
Sir Gawayne.
I but stand upon my knighthood, madam! [He is about to go, when there enters, confronting him, a young and gallant Knight, in full armour. Gawayne stops short, staring at him.] Now, by my head ... the face I saw in my shield! [He passes a hand over his puzzled brow.] Of whence be ye, and how called?
The Knight [Déliveré].
I am extract of noble blood. I am hight Déliveré! I am brother to this lady!