LXXII.

Thai brayd fra thair blonkis, besely and bane,

Syne laught out fuerdis, lang and luffy;

And hewit on hard fteill, wondir hawtane,

Baith war thai haldin of hartis heynd and hardy.
Gologras grew in greif at fchir Gawane;

On the hight of the hard steill he hyt hym, in hy;
Pertly put with his pith at his pesane,

And fulyeit of the fyne maill ma' þan fyfty.

The knight stakrit with the straik, all stonayt in stoūd;

Sa woundir fcharply he schair,

The berne that the brand bair;

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Can to his faa found.

Schir Gawyne, with ane fell fair,

LXXIII.

With ane bitand brand, burly and braid,

Quhilk oft in battale had bene his bute, and his belde,
He leit gird to the grome, with greif that he had,
And claif throw the cantell of the clene fchelde;
Throw birny, and breist-plait, and bordour, it baid;
The fulye of the fyne gold fell in the feild.
The rede blude with the rout folowit the blaid,
For all the wedis, I wife, that the wy weild,
Throw claspis of clene gold, and clowis fa cleir;
Thair with schir Gologras the fyre,

In mekill angir and ire,

Alfe ferfe as the fyre,

Leit fle to his feir.

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LXXIV.

Sic dintis he delt to that doughty,

Leit hym deftanyt to danger, and dreid;

Thus wes he handillit full hait, that hawtane, in hy,

The fcheld in countir he keft our his cleir weid ;

Hewit on hard fteill, woundir haistely;

Gart beryallis hop of the hathill, about hym on breid.

Than the king vnto Crifte kest vp ane cry,

Said, "Lord, as thow life lent to levand in leid,

As thow formit all frute, to fofter our fude,

Grant me confort this day,
As thow art God verray!"-
Thus prais the king in affray,

LXXV.

For Gawyne the gude.

Golagras at Gawyne in fic ane grief grew,

As lyoune, for falt of fude, faught on the fold;
With baith his hadis in haift that haltane couth hew;
Gart ftanys hop of the hathill, that haltane war hold;
Birny and breift-plait, bright for to schew;
Mony mailye and plait war marrit on the mold.
Knichtis ramyt for reuth, fchir Gawyne thai rew,

pt doughty delit with hym fa, for dout he war defold
Sa wondir fcharply he schare throu his schene schroud;
His scheild he chopit hym fra,

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LXXVI.

Thus wourthit fchir Gawyne wraith, and wepand,
And straik to that stern knight, but stynt;
All engreuit the grome, with ane bright brand,
And delt thairwith doughtely mony derf dynt ;
Throw byrny, and breistplait, bordour, and band,
He leit fle to the freke, as fyre out of flynt;

He hewit on with grete haift, hartly with hand;
Hakkit throw the hard weid, to the hede hynt;
Throw the stuf with the ftraik, ftapalis and ftanis,
Schir Wawine, wourthy in wail,
Half ane span at ane spail,

Quhare his harnes wes hail,

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He hewit attanis!

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LXXVII.

Thus raithly the riche berne raffit his array;

The tothir ftertis ane bak, the fterne that wes stout;
Hit fchir Gawayne on pe gere, quhil greuit wes the gay,
Betit doune the bright gold, and beryallis about;
Scheddit his fchire wedis fcharply away;
That lufly lappit war on loft, he gart thame law lout.
The sterne stakrit with the straik, and stertis on stray;
Quhill neir his refoune wes tynt, fa rude wes the rout!
The beryallis on the land of bratheris gart light,

Rubeis, and fapheir,

Precious ftanis þt weir;

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That dantely wes dight.

LXXVIII.

Thai gyrd on fa grymly, in ane grete ire,

Baith fchir Gavine the grome, and Gologras the knight,

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The sparkis flew in the feild, as fagottis of fire,

Sa wndir frely thai frekis fangis the fight;
Thai luschit and laid on, thai luflyis of lyre.
King Arthur Ihefu befoght, feymly with fight,—
"As thow art fouerane God, fickerly, and fyre,
That' thow wald warys fra wo Wauane the wight,
And grant the frekis on fold farar to fall,
Baith thair honouris to faif."

At Crift with credece thai craif,
Knight, fquyar, and knaif

And thus pray thay all.

LXXIX.

Thai mellit on with malice, thay myghtyis in mude,
Mankit throu mailyeis, and maid thame to mer;
Wraithly wroght, as thai war witlefe and wod,

Be that schir Wawane, the wy, likit the wer;

The ble of his bright weid wes bullerand in blude.

Thair with the nobill in neid nyghit hym ner,

Straik hym with ane fteill brad, in ftede quhare he stude;
The fcheld in fardellis can fle, in feild away fer;

The topir hyt hym agane with ane hard swerd.

As he loutit our ane bra,

His feit founderit hym fra ;

Schir Gologras graithly can ga

Grulingis to erd.

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LXXX.

Or euer he gat vp agane, gude schir Gawane
Grippit to schir Gologras, on the grund grene;
Thair of gromys wes glaid, gudly and gane;
Lovit Crifte of that case, with hartis fa clene.
Ane daggar dayntely dight that doughty has drawne ;
Than he carpit to the knight, cruel and kene,
"Gif thou luffis thi life, lelely noght to layne,
Yeld me thi bright brand, burnist sa bene;

I rede thow wirk as I wife, or war the betide."
The topir anfuerit fchortly,

"Me think farar to dee,

Ane fclander to byde.

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Than fchamyt be, verralie,

LXXXI.

Wes I neuer yit defoullit, nor fylit in fame,
Nor nane of my eldaris, that euer I hard nevin;
Bot ilk berne has bene vnbundin with blame,
Ringand in rialte, and reullit thame felf evin.
Sall neuer fege vndir fon fe me with schame,
Na luke on my lekame with light, nor with levin',
Na nane of the nynt degre haue noy of my name,

I fwere be futhfast God, that settis all on sevin!
Bot gif that wourfchip of were win me away,
I trete for na favour,

Do furth thi devoir;

Of me gettis thou na more,

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