X.
Then cried he aloud, 2212
Thenne þe knyȝt con calle ful hyȝe,
"Who stiȝtleȝ in þis sted, me steuen to holde?
For now is gode Gawayn goande ryȝt here,
If any wyȝe oȝt wyl wynne hider fast,
Oþer now, oþer neuer, his nedeȝ to spede."
"Abyde," quod on on þe bonke, abouen ouer his hede,
"& þou schal haf al in hast, þat I þe hyȝt ones."
Ȝet he rusched on þat rurde, rapely a þrowe,