XXIV

"3et firre," quod þe freke, "a forwarde we make;

Quat-so-euer I wynne in þe wod, hit worþe3 to youre3,

& quat chek so 3e acheue, chaunge me þer-forne;

Swete, swap we so, sware with trawþe,

Queþer, leude, so lymp lere oþer better."

"Bi God," quod Gawayn þe gode, "I grant þer-tylle,

& þat yow lyst forto layke, lef hit me þynkes.

"Who bringe3 vus þis beuerage, þis bargayn is maked:"

So sayde þe lorde of þat lede; þay la3ed vchone,

Þay dronken, & daylyeden, & dalten vnty3tel,

Þise lorde3 & ladye3, quyle þat hem lyked;

& syþen with frenkysch fare & fele fayre lote3

Þay stoden, & stemed, & stylly speken,

Kysten ful comlyly, & ka3ten her leue.

With mony leude ful ly3t, & lemande torches,

Vche burne to his bed wat3 bro3t at þe laste,

ful softe;
To bed 3et er þay 3ede,
Recorded couenaunte3 ofte;
Þe olde lorde of þat leude,
Cowþe wel halde layk a-lofte.

vntyl ny3te (?). lede (?).