And when that gawan of his horß vas toñ,
The blud out of his noiß & mouth is goñ,
And largly ſo paſſith euery wounde,
Sir Gawane swoons,
[2716] In ſwonyng thore he fell one to the ground:
Than of the puple petee was to here
The lemytable clamour, and the chere;
so that the king despairs of his “niece’s” life, and laments over him.
And of the king the ſorow and the care,
[2720] That of his necis lyf was in diſſpare.