The brygge watȝ brayde doun, and þe brode ȝateȝ Vnbarred and born open vpon boþe halue. Þe burne blessed hym bilyue, and þe bredeȝ passed; Prayses þe porter bifore þe prynce kneled, Gef hym God and goud day, þat Gawayn He saue, 5 And went on his way with his wyȝe one, Þat schulde teche hym to tourne to þat tene place Þer þe ruful race he schulde resayue. Þay boȝen bi bonkkeȝ þer boȝeȝ ar bare; Þay clomben bi clyffeȝ þer clengeȝ þe colde. 10 Þe heuen watȝ vp halt, bot vgly þer vnder,— Mist muged on þe mor, malt on þe mounteȝ, Vch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge. Brokeȝ byled and breke bi bonkkeȝ aboute, Schyre schaterande on schoreȝ, þer þay doun schowued. 15 Wela wylle watȝ þe way þer þay bi wod schulden, Til hit watȝ sone sesoun þat þe sunne ryses þat tyde. Þay were on a hille ful hyȝe, Þe quyte snaw lay bisyde; 20 Þe burne þat rod hym by Bede his mayster abide. 'For I haf wonnen yow hider, wyȝe, at þis tyme, And now nar ȝe not fer fro þat note place Þat ȝe han spied and spuryed so specially after. 25 Bot I schal say yow for soþe, syþen I yow knowe, And ȝe ar a lede vpon lyue þat I wel louy, Wolde ȝe worch bi my wytte, ȝe worþed þe better. Þe place þat ȝe prece to ful perelous is halden. Þer woneȝ a wyȝe in þat waste, þe worst vpon erþe, 30 For he is stiffe and sturne, and to strike louies, And more he is þen any mon vpon myddelerde, And his body bigger þen þe best fowre Þat ar in Arþureȝ hous, He_c_tor, oþer oþer. He cheueȝ þat chaunce at þe chapel grene, 35 Þer passes non bi þat place so proude in his armes Þat he ne dyn_g_eȝ hym to deþe with dynt of his honde; For he is a mon methles, and mercy non vses, For be hit chorle oþer chaplayn þat bi þe chapel rydes, Monk oþer masse-prest, oþer any mon elles, 40 Hym þynk as queme hym to quelle as quyk go hymseluen. Forþy I say þe, as soþe as ȝe in sadel sitte, Com ȝe þere, ȝe be kylled, may þe, knyȝt, rede— Trawe ȝe me þat trwely—þaȝ ȝe had twenty lyues to spende. 45 He hatȝ wonyd here ful ȝore, On bent much baret bende, Aȝayn his dynteȝ sore Ȝe may not yow defende. 'Forþy, goude Sir Gawayn, let þe gome one, 50 And gotȝ away sum oþer gate, vpon Goddeȝ halue! Cayreȝ bi sum oþer kyth, þer Kryst mot yow spede, And I schal hyȝ me hom aȝayn, and hete yow fyrre Þat I schal swere bi God and alle His gode halȝeȝ, As help me God and þe halydam, and oþeȝ innoghe, 55