& þe borelych burne on bent, þat hit kepeȝ.
Now fareȝ wel on Godeȝ half, Gawayn þe noble,
For alle þe golde vpon grounde I nolde go with þe,
Ne bere þe felaȝschip þurȝ þis fryth on fote fyrre."
Bi þat þe wyȝe in þe wod wendeȝ his brydel,
Hit þe hors with þe heleȝ, as harde as he myȝt,
Lepeȝ hym ouer þe launde, & leueȝ þe knyȝt þere,
al one.
"Bi Goddeȝ self," quod Gawayn,
"I wyl nauþer grete ne grone,