The {con}queſt king, wich the p{er}ell knowith, [Sidenote: Gawane puts the conquest-king to flight.] Ful manly one to the feld he drowith; The lord ſ{ir} gawan, cou{er}it w{i}t{h} h{is} ſcheld, He ruſchit in myddis of the feld, 2640 And haith them ſo in to his com aſſayt, That of his manhed ware thei al affrait; No lang{er} my{ch}t thei {con}trar hyme endur, Bot fled, and goith one to diſcu{m}fiture. 2644 [Sidenote: Galiot, full of anger and grief, sends out a new band.] And galiot, wich haith the diſc{um}fit ſen, Fulfillit ful of ang{er} and of ten, In{con}tine{n}t he ſend o new poware, Whar-w{i}t{h} the feld{is} al our-cou{er}it ware 2648 Of armyt ſted{is} bot{h} in plait and maill, [Fol. 33a.] W{i}t{h} kny{ch}t{is} wich war reddy to aſſaill. [Sidenote: Gawane draws his men together, and shews them comfortable words.] S{ir} gawan, ſeing al the gret ſuppris Of fois cu{m}myng In to ſich o wys, 2652 Togiddir al his cumpany he drew, And confortable word{is} to them ſchew; So at the cu{m}myng of thar ennemys [Sidenote: They receive the foe in manly wise.] Thei them reſauf, in ſo manly wyß, 2656 That many one felith deithis wound, And wnd{er} horß lyith ſobing one the ground. This vther cu{m}myth in to gret deſir, Fulfillit ful of matelent and Ire, 2660 So freſchly, w{i}t{h} ſo gret o confluens, Thar ſtrong aſſay hath don ſich vyolens, And at thar come arthuris folk ſo led, That thai war ay abayſit and adred. 2664 Bot gawan, wich that, by this vorld{is} fame, Of ma{n}hed and of kny{ch}thed bur the name, Haith p{re}wit [hym] well be exp{er}iens; For only In til armys his defens 2668 [Sidenote: Gawane encourages his fellows,] Haith maid his falowis tak ſich hardyme{n}t, That manfully thei biding one the bent. Of his manhed war m{er}well to raherß; The kny{ch}tis throw the ſcheld{is} can he perß, 2672 That many one thar dethis haith reſauit; None armour frome his my{ch}ty hond them ſauit, [Sidenote: though their foes are three to one;] Ȝhit ay for one ther ennemys wor thre. Long my{ch}t thei no{ch}t endur in ſuch dugree; 2676 The preß it wos ſo creuell & ſo ſtrong, In gret anoy and haith {con}tinewit longe, [Sidenote: yet his men are forced to retreat to their tents.] That, magre them, thei ned{is} moſt abak The way one to thar lug{is} for to tak. 2680 S{ir} gawan thar ſufferith gret myſchef, And wond{er}is in his kny{ch}thed can he pref; His falouſchip haith m{er}well that hym ſaw, So haith his fois that of his ſuerd ſtud aw. 2684