And þou knoweȝ þe couenaunteȝ kest vus bytwene:
At þis tyme twelmonyth þou toke þat þe falled, 175
And I schulde at þis nwe ȝere ȝeply þe quyte.
And we ar in þis valay verayly oure one;
Here ar no renkes vs to rydde, rele as vus likeȝ.
Haf þy helme of [þy] hede, and haf here þy pay.
Busk no more debate þen I þe bede þenne 180
When þou wypped of my hede at a wap one.'
'Nay, bi God' quod Gawayn, 'þat me gost lante!
I schal gruch þe no grwe for grem þat falleȝ.