"Good sir," says Gawayne, "ask the high lord of this house to grant me a lodging."
"Gode sir," quod Gawan, "woldeȝ þou go myn ernde,
To þe heȝ lorde of þis hous, herber to craue?"
"ȝe, Peter," quod þe porter, "& purely I trowe,1
Þat ȝe be, wyȝe, welcum to won quyle yow lykeȝ."
Þen ȝede þat wyȝe aȝayn awyþe,
& folke frely hym wyth, to fonge þe knyȝt;
Þay let doun þe grete draȝt, & derely out ȝeden,
& kneled doun on her knes vpon þe colde erþe,
To welcum þis ilk wyȝ, as worþy hom þoȝt;