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He founde Syr Gawayne with that lady fayre,

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"Syr knyght, thow makest an euyll repayre,

That wyll make the fhente.

Yt ys my doughter that thow lyest by,

Thowe hast done me great vyllanye,
Amende yt mayst thou nought;

Thou haste greate fortune with that dame,

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Tyll nowe neuer man coulde for fhame,
I fee, Syr knyght, that thou hast wrought.
Wherefore I fee fortune ys thy frynde,

But hastely vnto harnes nowe thou wynde,"
Than fayed that bolde knyght;

"Thou hast done me mnche dyshonoure,
And may not amende yt, by Mary floure!
Therefore hastelye the dyght."

Than befpake Syr Gawayne, and thus he fayde,
"I suppose I haue the loue of the mayde,
Suche grace on her haue I founde;

But and youe be her father deere,

[fol. 15.] Syr, amendes nowe wyll I make here, As I am to knyght-hode bounde.

[fol. 16.]

Nowe all forewardes I wyll fullfyll,
And make amendes youe vntyll,

And lette me passe quyte;"

"Naye," sayed the olde knyght than,

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Fyrst wyll we afsaye oure myghtes as we can,

Or elfe yt were a dyspyte."

Nowe fayde Gawayne, "I graunte yt the,

Sythe yt none otherwise wyll be,

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Syr Gawayne turned hys horfe agayne,

And sayde, "fyr knyght, wyll ye any more fayne?"
"Naye," he sayed, for he ne myght.

"I yelde me, Syr knyght, in to thy hande,
For thou arte to ftyffe for me to stande,

My lyfe thou graunte me;"

"On thys couenaunte," Syr Gawayne fayde,
"That ye do no harme vnto the mayde,

I am a-greed that yt so be.

Alfo ye fhall fwere on my fwerde here,

That none armes agaynst me ye fhall beare,

Neyther to daye nor to nyght;

And then take your horfe, and wende your waye,

And I fhall do the best that I maye,

As I am a trewe knyght."

There thys knyght fware, and dyd passe,

Syr Gylbert called he was,

A ryche earle, ftyffe and' ftoure;

He fayde, "Syr knyght, take good kepe,.

[fol. 16b.] For better fhalt thou be afsayled or thou flepe, With many a fharpe fhoure."

Than fayd Gawayne, "I beleue right well,

Whan they come, youe shall here tell
Howe the game shall goo;

I am nowe here in my playnge,

I wyll not go awaye for no threatynge,
Or that I will feele more woo."
Than Syr Gylberte wente hys waye,
Hys horfe was gone downe the valaye,
On foote he must hym abyde;
He yode downe, without wordes more,
The strokes greaued hym full foore,

That bated muche hys pryde.

Syr Gawayne had fmytten hym in the sholder-blade,

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After hys walkynge the blode out shade,
He rested hym vnder a tree;

He had not rested hym but a lyttell space,
But one of hys fonnes came to that place,
Syr Gyamoure called was he.

"Father," he fayde, "what ayleth youe nowe?
Hathe any man in thys forrest hurte youe?

Me thynke full faste ye blede;"

"Yea, fonne," he fayde, "by goddes grame!

A knyght hath done me spyte and shame,

And lost I haue my stede.

Alfo he hath layne by thy syster, by the rode!

That greueth me more than fhedynge of my blode,

[fol. 17.]

And the defpyte was well more;

And he hath made me to fweare,

That to daye none armes fhall I beare,

A-gaynst hym, by goddes ore!"

"Father, nowe be of good chere,

And I fhall rewarde hym, as ye fhall here,

As I am a trewe knyght!

He shall beate me, or I fhall beate hym,

I fhall hym beate be he neuer fo grymme,

And hys death to-dyght."

"Lett be, fonne Gyamoure, nowe I the praye,
Thou fpeakest more than thou maye,

That fhalt thoue feele foone;

There shalt thoue mete with a knyght stronge,

That wyll paye hys lyueray large and longe,
Or thy iourney be all done."

"N

OWE farewell, father," Gyamoure fayde,

He toke the waye to hys fyster the mayde,

As fast as he myght on the gate;

Vnto the pauylion he toke the waye,

There as Syr Gawayne and hys fyster laye,
That thought on no debate.

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"A-ryfe," he sayed, "thou knyght ftronge of hande,

And geue me battaylle on thys lande,

Hye the fast anone right;

Thou hast hurte my father to-daye,

And layne by my fyster, that fayre may,
Therfore thy deathe ys dyght."

Than fayde Gawayne, "though yt be fo,
A-mendes I wyll make or that I goo,
Yf that I haue myfdone;

Better yt ys nowe to accorde right,

Than we two nowe in battayll shulde fyght,
Therfore go from me foone."

Nay," fayed Gyamoure, " that shall not bee,

[fol. 176. That daye, knyght, shalt thow neuer fee,
For to fuffer fuche a fkorne;

A-ryfe in haste, and that anone,
For with the wyll I îyght alone,
As god lett me be borne!"
Gawayne fawe no better bote,

And wyghtelye he lepte on foote,

Hys horfe was fast hym bye;

In to the faddle wightelye he fprente,

And in hys hande hys fpeare he hentte,
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[fol. 18.] And loked full egerlye.

Eyther turned hys horse than a-waye,
A furlonges lenght, I dare well faye,
Aboue on the mountayne;

They ranne together, thofe knightes good,

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