When he rode ou the mold, By brimes & bankes soe broad. Many furleys there saw he, Of wolues & wild beasts sikerlye, On hunting hee tooke most heede; [p. 207.] As he rode in an euening late, A faire Castell saw hee; Thither he came in the twylight, The Lo: of the place was hee; Meekly to him Sr Gawaine can speake, Of harborrowe I pray thee. "I am a far labored knight, I pray you lodge me all this night,” He sayd him not nay; Hee tooke him by the arme, & led him to the hall, A poore child can hee call, Saith, "dight well his palfrey." 285 290 295 300 305 310 For his words yt were soe smooth, All he wold not haue told; Yt hee was lodged wth that night, And harbarrowe in his hold. He saith, "as to the Greene Chappell, Itt is but furlonge 3. The Mr of it is a venterous kt, & workes by witchcraft day & night, If he worke wth neu soe much frauce, I tell you sikerlye; You shall abyde & take yo1 rest, & I will into yonder forrest, They plight their truthes to be leele', Whether it were siluer or gold; He said, "we 2. both wilbe, The Greene Kt went on hunting, [p.208.] Vp rose the old Witche wth hast thowe2, & to her dauhter can shee goe, & said, "bee not a-dread." 345 350 355 360 365 370 |