CXI

‘By dear-worth God,’ then said the Knight,
‘That all this worldè wrought,
But I have[781] my land again,
Full dear it shall be bought.

CXII

‘God, that was of a maiden born,
Give us well to speed!
For it is good to assay a friend
Ere that a man have need.’

CXIII

The Abbot loathly on him gan look,
And villainously him gan call;
‘Out,’ he said, ‘thou falsè Knight,
Speed thee out of my hall!’

CXIV

‘Thou liest,’ said the gentle Knight;
‘Abbot, in thy hall;
Falsè Knight was I never,
By God that made us all.’

CXV

Up then stood that gentle Knight,
To the Abbot said he,
‘To suffer a knight to kneel so long,
Thou canst[782] no courtesy.