‘3e, Peter,’ quoÃ¾ Ã¾e porter, ‘and purely I troweeÃžat 3e be, wy3e, welcum to won quyle yow lykez.’Ãžen 3ede Ã¾e wy3e 3erne and com a3ayn swyÃ¾e,And folke frely hym wyth, to fonge Ã¾e kny3t.Ãžay let doun Ã¾e grete dra3t and derely out 3eden,And kneled doun on her knes vpon Ã¾e colde erÃ¾eTo welcum Ã¾is ilk wy3 as worÃ¾y hom Ã¾o3t;Ãžay 3olden hym Ã¾e brode 3ate, 3arked vp wyde,And he hem raysed rekenly, and rod ouer Ã¾e brygge.Sere seggez hym sesed by sadel, quel he ly3t,And syÃ¾en stabeled his stede stif men inno3e.Kny3tez and swyerez comen doun Ã¾enneFor to bryng Ã¾is buurne wyth blys into halle;Quen he hef vp his helme, Ã¾er hi3ed innogheFor to hent hit at his honde, Ã¾e hende to seruen;His bronde and his blasoun boÃ¾e Ã¾ay token.Ãžen haylsed he ful hendly Ã¾o haÃ¾elez vchone,And mony proud mon Ã¾er presed Ã¾at prynce to honour.Alle hasped in his he3 wede to halle Ã¾ay hym wonnen,Ãžer fayre fyre vpon flet fersly brenned.Ãženne Ã¾e lorde of Ã¾e lede loutez fro his chambre
For to mete wyth menske Ã¾e mon on Ã¾e flor;He sayde, ‘3e ar welcum to welde as yow lykezÃžat here is; al is yowre awen, to haue at yowre wylle and welde.’ ‘Graunt mercy,’ quoÃ¾ Gawayn, ‘Ãžer Kryst hit yow for3elde.’ As frekez Ã¾at semed fayn AyÃ¾er oÃ¾er in armez con felde.Gawayn gly3t on Ã¾e gome Ã¾at godly hym gret,And Ã¾u3t hit a bolde burne Ã¾at Ã¾e bur3 a3te,A hoge haÃ¾el for Ã¾e nonez, and of hyghe eldee;Brode, bry3t, watz his berde, and al beuer-hwed,Sturne, stif on Ã¾e stryÃ¾Ã¾e on stalworth schonkez,Felle face as Ã¾e fyre, and fre of hys speche;And wel hym semed, for soÃ¾e, as Ã¾e segge Ã¾u3t,To lede a lortschyp in lee of leudez ful gode.
Ãže lorde hym charred to a chambre, and chefly cumaundezTo delyuer hym a leude, hym lo3ly to serue;And Ã¾ere were boun at his bode burnez inno3e,Ãžat bro3t hym to a bry3t boure, Ã¾er beddyng watz noble,Of cortynes of clene sylk wyth cler golde hemmez,And couertorez ful curious with comlych panezOf bry3t blaunner aboue, enbrawded bisydez,Rudelez rennande on ropez, red golde ryngez,Tapitez ty3t to Ã¾e wo3e of tuly and tars,And vnder fete, on Ã¾e flet, of fol3ande sute.Ãžer he watz dispoyled, wyth spechez of myerÃ¾e,Ãže burn of his bruny and of his bry3t wedez.Ryche robes ful rad renkkez hym bro3ten,For to charge, and to chaunge, and chose of Ã¾e best.Sone as he on hent, and happed Ã¾erinne,Ãžat sete on hym semly wyth saylande skyrtez,Ãže ver by his uisage verayly hit semedWelne3 to vche haÃ¾el, alle on hwesLowande and lufly alle his lymmez vnder,Ãžat a comloker kny3t neuer Kryst made hem Ã¾o3t.
WheÃ¾en in worlde he were, Hit semed as he mo3t Be prynce withouten pere In felde Ã¾er felle men fo3t.A cheyer byfore Ã¾e chemnÃ©, Ã¾er charcole brenned,Watz grayÃ¾ed for Sir Gawan grayÃ¾ely with cloÃ¾ez,Whyssynes vpon queldepoyntes Ã¾at koynt wer boÃ¾e;And Ã¾enne a merÃ© mantyle watz on Ã¾at mon castOf a broun bleeaunt, enbrauded ful rycheAnd fayre furred wythinne with fellez of Ã¾e best,Alle of ermyn in erde, his hode of Ã¾e same;And he sete in Ã¾at settel semlych ryche,And achaufed hym chefly, and Ã¾enne his cher mended.Sone watz telded vp a tabil on trestez ful fayre,Clad wyth a clene cloÃ¾e Ã¾at cler quyt schewed,Sanap, and salure, and syluerin sponez.
Ãže wy3e wesche at his wylle, and went to his mete.Seggez hym serued semly inno3eWyth sere sewes and sete, sesounde of Ã¾e best.Double-felde, as hit fallez, and fele kyn fischez,Summe baken in bred, summe brad on Ã¾e gledez,Summe soÃ¾en, summe in sewe sauered with spyces,And ay sawes so sle3e Ã¾at Ã¾e segge lyked.Ãže freke calde hit a fest ful frely and ofteFul hendely, quen alle Ã¾e haÃ¾eles rehayted hym at onez, ‘As hende, Ãžis penaunce now 3e take, And eft hit schal amende.’ Ãžat mon much merÃ¾e con make, For wyn in his hed Ã¾at wende.Ãženne watz spyed and spured vpon spare wyseBi preuÃ© poyntez of Ã¾at prynce, put to hymseluen,Ãžat he beknew cortaysly of Ã¾e court Ã¾at he wereÃžat aÃ¾el Arthure Ã¾e hende haldez hym one,Ãžat is Ã¾e ryche ryal kyng of Ã¾e Rounde Table,And hit watz Wawen hymself Ã¾at in Ã¾at won syttez,
Comen to Ã¾at Krystmasse, as case hym Ã¾en lymped.When Ã¾e lorde hade lerned Ã¾at he Ã¾e leude hade,Loude la3ed he Ã¾erat, so lef hit hym Ã¾o3t,And alle Ã¾e men in Ã¾at mote maden much joyeTo apere in his presense prestly Ã¾at tyme,Ãžat alle prys and prowes and pured Ã¾ewesApendes to hys persoun, and praysed is euer;Byfore alle men vpon molde his mensk is Ã¾e most.Vch segge ful softly sayde to his fere:’Now schal we semlych se sle3tez of Ã¾ewezAnd Ã¾e teccheles termes of talkyng noble,Wich spede is in speche vnspurd may we lerne,Syn we haf fonged Ã¾at fyne fader of nurture.God hatz geuen vus his grace godly for soÃ¾e,Ãžat such a gest as Gawan grauntez vus to haue,When burnez blyÃ¾e of his burÃ¾e schal sitte and synge. In menyng of manerez mere