Contenit hyme, and kepit his honore,
[3220] Thus for to tyne of chevalry the flour!”
The squire takes the message.
The ſqw[y]ar hard, and furth his way Raid,
In termys ſchort he al his meſag ſaid.
Sir harwy ſaith, “y wytneß god, that I
[3224] Neuer in my days comytit tratory,
And if I now begyne In to myne eld,
In ewill tyme fyrſt com I to this feld;
Sir Harwy says that Sir Kay shall have no cause to reprove him.