Wes neuer fundun on fold, but fenzeing or fabill, Ane farayr floure on ane feild of fresch men, in fay, Mony fterne our the streit stertis on stray. Thair baneris fchane with the fone, of filuer and fabill, Of filuer and faphir schirly þai fchane; Ane fair battell on breid, Merkit our ane fair meid, With spurris fpedely þai fpeid, Our fellis, in fane. III. The king faris with his folk, our firthis and fellis, myre; 30 Bot deip dalis bedene, dovnis and dellis, Sa wundir wait wes the way, wit ye but wene ; That thay weildit in wone; pti fuld thair bute ben. 35 Reffet couth thai find none, IV. As thay walkit be the fyde of ane fair well, 1 Tpt, ed. 40 With torris and turatis, teirfull to tell, Bigly batollit about with wallis fa he; "I rede we send furth ane faynd' to yone ciete, For his hie renoune, To by vs vittale boune*, For money to meid." V. Schir Kay carpit to the king, courtes and cleir, Luke that' wifly thow wirk, Crifte were the fra wa !" His hors he tyit to ane tre, treuly that tyde; Syne hynt to ane hie hall, That wes aftalit with pall; And payntit with pride. 65 Weill wroght wes the wall, VI. The fylour deir of the deise dayntely wes dent, With the doughtyest in thair dais dyntis couth dele ; 1 fend, ed. 2 bonne, ed. 3 pot, ed. Bright letteris of gold blith vnto blent, Makand mecioune quha maist of manhede couth' mele; Nouthir lord, na lad, leif ye the lele. The renk raikit in the faill, riale and gent, þt wōdir wifly wes wroght, with wourschip & wele ; The berne befely and bane blenkit hym about ; He saw throu ane entre, Charcole in ane chymne, 70 75 Birnand full ftout. Ane bright fyre couth he se, VII. Ane duergh braydit about, befily and bane, With that come girdand, in grief, ane wounder' grym fire 80 85 VIII. The knyght carpit to schir Kay, cruel and kene, Schir Kay wes haisty, and hate, and of ane hie will; "Schort amendis will I mak, Thi schore compt I noght' ane caik; Traift wele thair till.” IX. Thair vith the grume, in his grief, leit gird to schir Kay, 105 He wes sa astonayt with the straik, in stede quhare he lay Hyit' hym hard throu the hall, to his haiknay, The renk restles he raid to Arthour the king; Said, "lord, wendis on your way, 1 noghr, ed. It helpis na thing." • Byit, ed. 110 X. Than spak schir Gawane the gay, gratious and gude, The knyght că raithly in ryde; Reynit his palfray of pryde, 120 125 Quhe he ves lightit doun. XI. Schir Gawyne gais furth the gait, pts graithit wes gay, "I am send to your felf, ane charge for to say, To by vittale at will, Alfe deir as fegis will fell, 135 140 Payand the price." 1 naue, ed. • lighit, ed. 3 pe, ed. + faill, ed. |