I relece þe of þe remnaunt of ryȝtes alle oþer. Iif I deliuer had bene, a boffet paraunter 275 I couþe wroþeloker haf waret,—to þe haf wroȝt anger. Fyrst I mansed þe muryly with a mynt one, And roue þe wyth no rof sore, with ryȝt I þe profered For þe forwarde þat we fest in þe fyrst nyȝt, And þou trystyly þe trawþe and trwly me haldeȝ, 280 Al þe gayne þow me gef, as god mon schulde. Þat oþer munt for þe morne, mon, I þe profered, Þou kyssedes my clere wyf, þe cosseȝ me raȝteȝ. For boþe two here I þe bede bot two bare myntes boute scaþe. 285 Trwe mon trwe restore, Þenne þar mon drede no waþe. At þe þrid þou fayled þore, And þerfor þat tappe ta þe. For hit is my wede þat þou wereȝ, þat ilke wouen girdel, 290 Myn owen wyf hit þe weued, I wot wel forsoþe. Now know I wel þy cosses, and þy costes als, And þe wowyng of my wyf: I wroȝt hit myseluen. I sende hir to asay þe, and sothly me þynkkeȝ On þe fautlest freke þat euer on fote ȝede. 295 As perle bi þe quite pese is of prys more, So is Gawayn, in god fayth, bi oþer gay knyȝteȝ. Bot here yow lakked a lyttel, sir, and lewté yow wonted; Bot þat watȝ for no wylyde werke, ne wowyng nauþer, Bot for ȝe lufed your lyf; þe lasse I yow blame.' 300 Þat oþer stif mon in study stod a gret whyle, So agreued for greme he gryed withinne; Alle þe blode of his brest blende in his face, Þat al he schrank for schome þat þe schalk talked. Þe forme worde vpon folde þat þe freke meled: 305 'Corsed worth cowarddyse and couetyse boþe! In yow is vylany and vyse þat vertue disstryeȝ.' Þenne he kaȝt to þe knot, and þe kest lawseȝ, Brayde broþely þe belt to þe burne seluen: 'Lo! þer þe falssyng! foule mot hit falle! 310 For care of þy knokke cowardyse me taȝt To acorde me with couetyse, my kynde to forsake, Þat is larges and lewté þat longeȝ to knyȝteȝ. Now am I fawty and falce, and ferde haf ben euer Of trecherye and vntrawþe: boþe bityde sorȝe 315 and care! I biknowe yow, knyȝt, here stylle, Al fawty is my fare; Leteȝ me ouertake your wylle And efte I schal be ware.' 320 Thenn loȝe þat oþer leude, and luflyly sayde: 'I halde hit hardily hole, þe harme þat I hade. Þou art confessed so clene, beknowen of þy mysses, And hatȝ þe penaunce apert of þe poynt of myn egge, I halde þe polysed of þat plyȝt, and pured as clene 325 As þou hadeȝ neuer forfeted syþen þou watȝ fyrst borne; And I gif þe, sir, þe gurdel þat is golde-hemmed,