As one vpon a gryndelston hade grounden a syþe;
What! hit wharred and whette, as water at a mulne; 135
What! hit rusched and ronge, rawþe to here.
Þenne 'Bi Godde!' quod Gawayn, 'þat gere [as] I trowe
Is ryched at þe reuerence me, renk, to mete
bi rote.
Let God worche, we loo! 140
Hit helppeȝ me not a mote.
My lif þaȝ I forgoo,
Drede dotȝ me no lote.'