He hypped ouer on hys ax, & orpedly stryde3,
Bremly broþe on a bent, þat brode wat3 a-boute,
on snawe.
Sir Gawayn þe kny3t con mete.
He ne lutte hym no þyng lowe,
Þat oþer sayde, "now, sir swete,
Of steuen mon may þe trowe."
XI.
"God preserve thee!" says the Green Knight,
"Gawayn," quod þat grene gome, "God þe mot loke!