Busk no more debate þen I þe bede þenne,
"When þou wypped of my hede at a wap one."
"Nay, bi God," quod Gawayn, "þat me gost lante,
I schal gruch þe no grwe, for grem þat falleȝ;
Botstyȝtel þe vpon on strok, & I schal stonde stylle,
& warp þe no wernyng, to worch as þe lykeȝ,
no whare."
He lened with þe nek, & lutte,
& schewed þat schyre al bare,
& lette as he noȝt dutte,