Sir Gawain And The Green Knight by J.R.R. Tolkien

Author:J.R.R. Tolkien [Tolkien, J.R.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0100-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

He gete the bonk at his bak, bigyne3 to scrape,

The frothe femed at his mouth vnfayre bi the wyke3,

Whette3 his whyte tuschez; with hym then irked

Alle the burne3 so bolde that hym by stoden

To nye hym on-ferum, bot ne3e hym non durst

for wothe;

He hade hurt so mony byforne

That al thu3t thenne ful lothe

Be more wyth his tusches torne,

That breme wat3 and braynwod bothe,

Til the kny3t com hymself, kachande his blonk,

Sy3 hym byde at the bay, his burne3 bysyde;

He ly3tes luflych adoun, leue3 his corsour,

Brayde3 out a bry3t bront and bigly forth strydez,

Founde3 fast thur3 the forth ther the felle bydez.

The wylde wat3 war of the wy3e with weppen in honde,

Hef hy3ly the here, so hetterly he fnast

That fele ferde for the freke, lest felle hym the worre.

The swyn sette3 hym out on the segge euen,

That the burne and the bor were bothe vpon hepe3

In the wy3test of the water; the worre hade that other, For the mon merkke3 hym wel, as thay mette fyrst,

Set sadly the scharp in the slot euen,

Hit hym vp to the hult, that the hert schyndered,

And he 3arrande hym yghelde, and yghedoun the water

ful tyt.

A hundreth hounde3 hym hent,

That bremely con hym bite,

Burne3 him bro3t to bent,

And dogge3 to dethe endite.

There wat3 blawyng of prys in mony breme horne,

He3e halowing on hiyghe with hathele3 that myyght;

Brachetes bayed that best, as bidden the maystere3

Of that chargeaunt chace that were chef huntes.

Thenne a wy3e that wat3 wys vpon wodcraftez

To vnlace this bor lufly bigynne3.

Fyrst he hewes of his hed and on hi3e sette3,

And sythen rende3 him al roghe bi the rygge after,

Brayde3 out the boweles, brennez hom on glede,

With bred blent therwith his braches rewarde3.

Sythen he britne3 out the brawen in bry3t brode cheldez, And hat3 out the hastlettez, as hi3tly bisemez;

And 3et hem halche3 al hole the haluez togeder,

And sythen on a stif stange stoutly hem henges.

Now with this ilk swyn thay swengen to home;

The bores hed wat3 borne bifore the burnes seluen

That him forferde in the forthe thur3 forse of his

honde so stronge.

Til he se3 Sir Gawayne

In halle hym po3t ful longe;

He calde, and he com gayn

His fee3 ther for to fonge.

The lorde ful lowde with lote and la3ter myry,

When he se3e Sir Gawayn, with solace he speke3;

The goude ladye3 were geten, and gedered the meyny,

He schewe3 hem the scheldez, and schapes hem the tale

Of the largesse and the lenthe, the litherne3 alse

Of the were of the wylde swyn in wod ther he fled.

That other kny3t ful comly comended his dede3,

And praysed hit as gret prys that he proued hade,

For suche a brawne of a best, the bolde burne sayde,

Ne such sydes of a swyn segh he neuer are.

Thenne hondeled thay the hoge hed, the hende mon hit praysed, And let lodly therat the lorde for to here.

"Now, Gawayn," quoth the godmon, "this gomen is your awen Bi fyn forwarde and faste, faythely 3e knowe."

"Hit is sothe," quoth the segge, "and as siker trwe Alle my get I schal yow gif agayn, bi my trawthe."

He hent the hathel aboute the halse, and hendely hym kysses, And eftersones of the same he serued hym there.

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