XXIV.
"Whatsoever," says the host, "I win in the wood shall be yours,
"Ȝet firre," quod þe freke, "a forwarde we make;
Quat-so-euer I wynne in þe wod, hit worþeȝ to youreȝ,
& quat chek so ȝe acheue, chaunge me þer-forne;
Swete, swap we so, sware with trawþe,
Queþer, leude, so lymp lere oþer better."
"Bi God," quod Gawayn þe gode, "I grant þer-tylle,
& þat yow lyst forto layke, lef hit me þynkes.
"Who bringeȝ vus þis beuerage, þis bargayn is maked:"