++And galiot Richt arly by the day, Ayane the feld he can h{is} folk aray; 976 [Sidenote: Galiot assembles 40,000 fresh men.] And fourty thouſand armyt me{n} haith he, That war not at the othir aſſemble, Co{m}mandit to the batell for to gon; “And I my-ſelf,” q{uod} he, “ſhal me diſpone 980 On to the feild aȝaine the thrid day; Whar of this were we ſhal the end aſſay.” [Sidenote: Arthur also provides his men for the field.] ++ANd arthur{is} folk that come one eu{er}y ſyd, He for the feld can them for to p{ro}uide, 984 Wich ware to few aȝaine the gret affere Of galiot ȝit to ſuſten the were. [Sidenote: The knights of Melyhalt join him.] The kny{ch}t{is} al out of the cete roß Of melyholt, and to the ſemble gois. 988 [Sidenote: The lady secretly provides Lancelot with a red courser, and a shield and spear, both red also.] And the lady haith, in to ſacret wyß, Gart for hir kny{ch}t and preſon{er} dewyß In red al thing, that ganith for the were; His curſeir red, ſo was boith ſcheld {and} ſpere. 992 [Headnote: LANCELOT ENCOURAGES HIMSELF.] {And} he, to qwham the preſone hath ben ſmart, With glaid deſir apone his curſour ſtart; [Sidenote: He rides towards the field, and halts in a plain by the river-side.] Towart the feld anon he gan to ryd, And in o plan houit one reu{er} syde. 996 This kny{ch}t, the wich that long haith ben i{n} cag, [Sidenote: Lancelot is encouraged, seeing the blithe morn, the mead, the river, the green woods, and the knights and banners.] He grew in to o freſch {and} new curage, Seing the morow bly{th}full and amen, The med, the Reuer, and the vodis gren, 1000 The kny{ch}t{is} in [ther] armys them arayinge, The baner{is} ayaine the feld diſplayng, [Fol. 13b.] His ȝouth in ſtrenth and in p{ro}ſperytee, And ſyne of luſt the gret aduerſytee.[T24] 1004 Thus in his tho{ch}t reme{m}bryng at the laſt, [Sidenote: Casting his eyes aside, he sees the queen looking over a parapet.] Eft{er}ward one ſyd he gan his Ey to caſt, Whar our a bertes[T25] lying haith he sen Out to the feld luking was the qwen; 1008 Sudandly with that his goſt aſtart [Sidenote: Love catches him by the heart.] Of loue anone haith caucht hyme by the hart; Than ſaith he, “How long ſhall It be so, Loue, at yow ſhall wirk me al this wo? 1012 Apone this wyß to be Infortunat, Hir for to ſ{er}ue the wich thei no thing wate What ſufferance I in hir wo endure, Nor of my wo, nor of myne aduenture? 1016 And I wnworthy ame for to attane To hir p{rese}ns, nor dare I noght complane.