& sturnely sture3 hit aboute, þat stryke wyth hit þo3t.
Þe stif mon hym bifore stod vpon hy3t,
Herre þen ani in þe hous by þe hede & more;
Wyth sturne schere1 þer he stod, he stroked his berde,
& wyth a countenaunce dry3e he dro3 doun his cote,
No more mate ne dismayd for hys mayn dinte3,
Þen any burne vpon bench hade bro3t hym to drynk
of wyne,
Gawan, þat sate bi þe quene,
To þe kyng he can enclyne,