Prayses þe porter bifore þe prynce kneled,
Gef hym God and goud day, þat Gawayn He saue, 5
And went on his way with his wyȝe one,
Þat schulde teche hym to tourne to þat tene place
Þer þe ruful race he schulde resayue.
Þay boȝen bi bonkkeȝ þer boȝeȝ ar bare;
Þay clomben bi clyffeȝ þer clengeȝ þe colde. 10
Þe heuen watȝ vp halt, bot vgly þer vnder,—
Mist muged on þe mor, malt on þe mounteȝ,
Vch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge.