XVII.
Gawayne rises, hears mass, and then dines.
Then ruþes hym þe renk, & ryses to þe masse,
& siþen hor diner wat3 dy3t & derely serued.
Þe lede with þe ladye3 layked alle day,
Bot þe lorde ouer þe londe3 launced ful ofte,
Swe3 his vncely swyn, þat swynge3 bi þe bonkke3,
& bote þe best of his brache3 þe bakke3 in sunder;
Þer he bode in his bay, tel1 bawe-men hit breken,
& made2 hym, maw-gref his bed, forto mwe vtter;