Ferde lest he hade fayled in fourme of his castes;
Bot þe burde hym blessed, & bi þis skyl sayde,
"So god as Gawayn gaynly is halden,
& cortaysye is closed so clene in hym-seluen,
Couth not ly3tly haf lenged so long wyth a lady,
Bot he had craued a cosse, bi his courtaysye,
Bi sum towch of summe tryfle, at sum tale3 ende."
Þen quod Wowen, "I-wysse, worþe as yow lyke3,
I schal kysse at your comaundement, as a kny3t falle3,
& fire1 lest he displese yow, so2 plede hit no more."