And sayde, "I dreede no threte;                            fear; (see note)
	I have founde youe here in my chase."                                  hunt
	And in hys armes he gan her brace,                                  embrace
	With kyssynge of mowthes sweete.

5	There Syr Gawayne made suche chere,        was so good mannered; (see note)
	That greate frendeshyp he founde there,                           affection
	With that fayre lady so gaye;                                      gracious
	Suche chere he made, and suche semblaunce                    proper conduct
	That longed to love, he had her countenaunce      was appropriate to; favor
10	Withoute any more delaye.

	He had not taryed with her longe,
	But there came a knyght tall and stronge;
	Unto the pavylion he wente.
	He founde Syr Gawayne with that lady fayre:
15	"Syr knyght, thow makest an evyll repayre                             visit
	That wyll make the shente.                                 leave you ruined

	Yt ys my doughter that thow lyest by.
	Thowe hast done me great vyllanye -
	Amende yt mayst thou nought.
20	Thou haste greate fortune with that dame:                           success
	Tyll nowe never man coulde for shame. 1
	I see, Syr knyght, that thou hast wrought,                       what; done

	Wherefore I see fortune ys thy frynde.                               friend
	But hastely unto harnes nowe thou wynde."                         armor; go
25	Than sayed that bolde knyght:                            (i.e., the father)
	"Thou hast done me muche dyshonoure,
	And may not amende yt, by Mary floure!                    flower [of women]
	Therefore hastelye the dyght."                             prepare yourself

	Than bespake Syr Gawayne, and thus he sayde:
30	"I suppose I have the love of the mayde,                         agree that
	Suche grace on her have I founde.                                  with her
	But and youe be her father deere,                                        if
	Syr, amendes nowe wyll I make here,
	As I am to knyghthode bounde.

35	Nowe all forewardes I wyll fullfyll,                            obligations
	And make amendes youe untyll,                                        to you
	And lette me passe quyte."          If you allow me to leave free and clear
	"Naye," sayed the olde knyght than.                                    then
	"Fyrst wyll we assaye oure myghtes as we can,                       prowess
40	Or else yt were a dyspyte."                                      an outrage

	Nowe sayde Gawayne, "I graunte yt the,
	Sythe yt none otherwise wyll be:                                 (see note)
	Nedes must that nedes shall."                          What will be must be
	He toke hys stronge horse by the brydle,
45	And lyghtly lepte into the saddle,
	As a knyght good and royall.

	He toke a spere that was greate and stronge,
	And forthe he wente, a large furlonge,
	And turned hys horse with mayne.                                   strength
50	They feutred theyr speares, these knyghtes good, 2               (see note)
	And russhed together with eger moode,                        fierce resolve
	Above on the mountayne.

	Gawayne smotte thys knyght so soore,                        struck; harshly
	That hys horse with strenght he overthrewe thore,                     there
55	And on the grounde he laye upright.                           stretched out
	Syr Gawayne turned hys horse agayne
	And sayde, "Syr knyght, wyll ye any more fayne?" 3               (see note)
	"Naye," he sayed, for he ne myght.

	"I yelde me, Syr knyght, into thy hande,
60	For thou arte to styffe for me to stande.           too powerful; withstand
	My lyfe thou graunte me."                                      please grant
	"On thys covenaunte," Syr Gawayne sayde:                          agreement
	"That ye do no harme unto the mayde,
	I am agreed that yt so be.

65	"Also ye shall swere on my swerde here,
	That none armes agaynst me ye shall beare,
	Neyther todaye nor tonyght.
	And then take your horse, and wende your waye,
	And I shall do the best that I maye,
70	As I am a trewe knyght."

	There thys knyght sware, and dyd passe;                            went off
	Syr Gylbert called he was,
	A ryche earle, styffe and stoure.                        strong; (see note)
	He sayde, "Syr kngyht, take good kepe,            stay on guard; (see note)
75	For better shalt thou be assayled or thou slepe,                     before
	With many a sharpe shoure."                                          attack

	Than sayd Gawayne, "I beleve right well.
	Whan they come, youe shall here tell                           take account
	Howe the game shall goo.                                         sword play
80	I am nowe here in my playnge -                            ready for contest
	I wyll not go awaye for no threatynge,
	Or that I will feele more woo." 4

	Than Syr Gylberte wente hys waye.
	Hys horse was gone downe the valaye,
85	On foote he must hym abyde;                                          remain
	He yode downe, without wordes more.                                    went
	The strokes greaved hym full soore;
	That bated muche hys pryde.                                          abated

	Syr Gawayne had smytten hym in the sholderblade;
90	After hys walkynge the blode out shade.                  Because of; flowed
	He rested hym under a tree.
	He had not rested hym but a lyttell space,
	But one of hys sonnes came to that place -
	Syr Gyamoure called was he.

95	"Father," he sayde "what ayleth youe nowe?
	Hathe any man in thys forrest hurte youe?
	Me thynke full faste ye blede!"
	"Yea, sonne," he sayde, "by Goddes grame!                             wrath
	A knyght hath done me spyte and shame,                             dishonor
100	And lost I have my stede.                                             steed

	"Also he hath layne by thy syster, by the Rode!                       Cross
	That greveth me more than shedynge of my blode,
	And the dyspyte was well more:        outrage was still greater; (see note)
	And he hath made me to sweare
105	That todaye none armes shall I beare,
	Agaynst hym, by Goddes ore!"                                          mercy

	"Father, nowe be of good chere,
	And I shall rewarde hym, as ye shall here,                          requite
	As I am a trewe knyght!                                          (see note)
110	He shall beate me, or I shall beate hym.
	I shall hym beate be he never so grymme,                             fierce
	And hys death todyght."                                         bring about

	"Lett be, sonne Gyamoure, nowe I the praye!                       Stop; you
	Thou speakest more than thou maye:                                   should
115	That shalt thoue feele soone.                                           you
	There shalt thoue mete with a knyght stronge
	That wyll paye hys lyveray large and longe,     make good on his reputation
	Or thy journey be all done."                          Before your encounter

	"Nowe farewell, father," Gyamoure sayde.
120	He toke the waye to hys syster the mayde
	As fast as he myght on the gate;                                       path
	Unto the pavylion he toke the waye,
	There as Syr Gawayne and hys syster laye,
	That thought on no debate.                                      Who; strife

125	"Aryse," he sayed, "thou knyght stronge of hande,
	And geve me battaylle on thys lande.
	Hye the fast anone right!                               Hasten; immediately
	Thou hast hurte my father todaye,
	And layne by my syster, that fayre may:                              maiden
130	Therfore thy deathe ys dyght."                                     ordained

	Than sayde Gawayne, "Though yt be so,
	Amendes I wyll make or that I goo,                      before I go further
	Yf that I have mysdone.
	Better yt ys nowe to accorde right,                        agree in justice
135	Than we two nowe in battayll shulde fyght.
	Therfore go from me soone."                                      right away

	"Nay," sayed Gyamoure, "that shall not bee.
	That daye, knyght, shalt thow never see,
	For to suffer suche a skorne.          [That I should] suffer such dishonor
140	Aryse in haste, and that anone,
	For with the wyll I fyght alone,
	As God lett me be borne!"                                       God made me

	Gawayne sawe no better bote,                                  solution then
	And wyghtelye he lepte on foote.                                     nimbly
145	Hys horse was fast hym bye;
	Into the saddle wightelye he sprente,                                sprang
	And in hys hande hys speare he hentte,                   seized; (see note)
	And loked full egerlye.                                            fiercely

	Eyther turned hys horse than awaye                                 Each one
150	A furlonges lenght, I dare well saye,
	Above on the mountayne.
	They ranne together, those knightes good,
	That theyr horses sydes ranne on bloode,
	Eyther to other, certayne.                                     Each against

155	What nedeth nowe more tale to tell?
	Gawayne smotte hym with hys speare so well,
	That he fell flatte to the grounde;
	Hys horse was fyers, and went hys waye,                            vigorous
	And hurte was the knyght ther as he laye.
160	Syr Gawayne asked hym in that stounde:                        at that point

	"Syr knight wyll ye any more?"
	"Naye," he sayde, "I am hurte so sore
	I maye not my selfe welde.                       get full control of myself
	I yelde me, syr knyght, and save my lyfe,
165	For with the I wyll no more stryffe,                                   wish
	For thowe hast wonne the felde."

	"Syr, on thys covenaunte I the graunte,
	So ye wyll make me faythe and warraunte,      give me good faith; guarantee
	Todaye agaynst me no armes to beare:
170	Sweare thys othe on my swearde bright."                               sword
	"Yes," he sayde, "I wyll, as I am trewe knight,
	That thys daye I wyll not youe deare.                                  hurt

	"Nowe fare well, knyght, so God me amende!
	For I see fortune ys thy greate frende -
175	That sheowith in the todaye;                is obvious through your actions
	There ys no bote to stryve agayne,                  fight again; (see note)
	For thou arte a knyght full stronge of mayne.                         might
	Fare well, and have good daye."

	Thus Gyamoure wente downe the mountayne hye.
180	On foote he wente full werelye;                                     wearily
	Hys father soone hym spyed.
	"A! wellcome," he sayed, "my sonne Gyamoure.
	Me thynke thou hast not spede well thys stoure;       fared; in this battle
	That full well I see thys tyde.                                at this time

185	"Thou went on horsebacke, lyke a good knyght,
	And nowe I see thou arte dolefully dyght;                sorrowfully served
	That maketh all my care."
	"Father," he sayde, "yt wyll none otherwise be.
	Yonder knyght hath wonne me in warre so fre,     defeated; honorable combat
190	And hathe wounded me full sore.

	"Forsothe," sayde Gyamoure, "I wyll not lye,
	He ys a stronge knyght, bolde and hardye.
	Of Arthures courte I trowe he ys;                                     guess
	I suppose on of the Rounde Table,                               [he is] one
195	For at nede he ys both stronge and hable.                  in a pinch; able
	So have I founde hym, withouten mysse."                     make no mistake

	Right so as they spake the one to the other,
	There came to them the seconde brother,
	Syr Tyrry was hys name;
200	He came rydynge on a jolye coursyer,                               warhorse
	Dryvinge by leapes, as the wylde fyer.                            Galloping
	The knyght was of good fame.                                       renowned

	He was not ware of hys father deare,
	But hys brother called hym neare,
205	And sayde, "Syr, nowe abyde!"
	He than turned hys horse, that knyght so gaye,
	By leapes out of straye;                                  aside; (see note)
	Hys hearte was full of pryde.

	Than founde he hys father all blodye,
210	And hys brother was wounded syckerlye.                               indeed
	In hys hearte he began to be syke:                                     sick
	"A! Syr, who hath wounded youe?" quod he;
	"Avenged on hym nowe wyll I be,
	That shall hym myslyke."                          So that it shall hurt him

215	"Iwys, sonne, yt ys a knyght stronge
	That hath done us thys wronge,
	Above on the mountayne.
	He hath me wounded passynge soore,                        with extreme pain
	And I trowe thy brother he hathe well more,                       even more
220	And by thy syster he hathe layne.

	Therfore go nowe, as a knyght good,
	And avenge the shedynge of thy fathers blood,
	As faste as ever thou maye.
	Loke that thou fayle not for no cowardyse,
225	But mete hym in the myghtyest wyse,                        take him on; way
	For he ys good at asaye."                                         in combat

	"I see well, father, he ys a knyght stronge.
	But he hathe done youe greate wronge                     If he had not done
	Yt wolde be harde hym to wynne;                                      defeat
230	But never the later I shall do my myght.                nonetheless; utmost
	Hys strenght assaye nowe I shall in fyght,                             test
	Yf he were of the devyls kynne."                               Even if; kin

	Thys knyght Syr Terry turned hys horse,                          (see note)
	And up the mountayne he rode with force,
235	As fast as he myght dryve.
	He came to the pavylion, with greate pryde:
	"Have done, syr knyght! Thy horse bestryde,
	For with the I am at stryve."                                     at enmity

	Syr Gawayne loked out at the pavylyon doore,
240	And sawe thys knyght armed hym before;
	To hym he sayed verelye:               truly
	"Syr, yf I have ought to youe offended,
	I am ready to make yt to be amended,
	By mylde mother Marye!"

245	"Naye, syr knyght, yt maye not so be.
	Therfore make the ready faste to me,
	In all the haste that thou maye;                                    you may
	For be God that me dere bought,                         by God who saved me
	Make amendes mayest thou nought.
250	Therfore nowe lett us playe."                                join in battle

	Gawayne sawe none other bote than;                                 solution
	Hys horse he toke as a worthye man,
	And into the saddle he sprente;
	He toke hys horse with a greate randone, -                    mounted; rush
255	"Nowe, Syr knyght, lette me have done,                           make proof
	What in youre hearte ys mente."

	"Lo! Here I am," sayde Syr Terrye,
	"For to the I have greate envye."                                     anger
	And together gan they dasshe -
260	They russhed together with suche debate                        such a clash
	That marveyll yt was howe that they sate,                    stayed mounted
	They gave suche a crasshe!

	Syr Terrye spake in that place,                                     groaned
	And Gawayne fought faste in that race,                               charge
265	And throughe the sholder hym pyght;                                 pierced
	And caste hym over the horse backe,
	That in the earth hys helme stacke,                                   stuck
	That nyghe hys death he was dyght.                               near; left

	Syr Gawayne than sayed on hyght:                                      aloud
270	"Syr knyght, wyll ye any more fyght?"
	He aunswered hym, "Naye!
	I am so soore hurte I may no more stande.
	Therfore I yelde me into thy hande;
	Of mercye I the praye."

275	"What," sayde Gawayne, "ys that youre boast greate? 5            (see note)
	I wende youe woulde have foughten tyll ye had sweate!   [worked up a] sweat
	Ys youre strenght all done?"
	"Yea, syr, in fayth, so God me nowe save!
	Of me thou mayste no more crave,                                     demand
280	For all my myght ys gone.

	"Thou haste today wonne thre knyghtes,                             defeated
	The father, and two sonnes, that well fyghtes,
	Worshypfullye under thy shyelde.              In honorable chivalric combat
	And yf thou maye wynne oure eldest brother,                      (see note)
285	I call thee the best knyght, and none other,
	That ever fought in fyelde.                                    on the field

	"For he ys full wyght, I warne youe welle:           powerful, I advise you
	He endureth better than doth the steele,                         (see note)
	And that shalte thou soone see.
290	But he be thy matche, I can not knowe,
	Of knyghthode thoue haste no felowe, 6
	On my fayth I ensure thee."

	"Nowe," quod Gawayne, "lette hym be.                        leave him aside
	And, Syr knyght, make an othe to me,
295	That this daye thou do me no greve;                        harm; (see note)
	And thou shalt passe fro me all quyte,                                 free
	Where as ys nowe thy moste delyght,               Which is; greatest desire
	Withoute any moore repreve."                                         rebuke

	Syr Terrye sayde, "Therto I graunte.
300	Farewell nowe! God be thy warrante."                            safekeeping
	Full weykelye he wente on foote;                                     feebly
	He lefte never tyll he came there,                                  stopped
	Where as hys father and Gyamoure were,
	That carefull heartes had, God wote.                       sorrowful; knows

305	Than bespake Gyamoure, hys yongest brother:
	"Syr, thou hast gotten as we have, and non other;                  received
	That knewe I well yt shoulde so be."
	"By God!" sayd Syr Terrye, "so nowe yt ys.
	He ys a devyll, forsothe ywys,                       for absolute certainty
310	And that ys proved on me."

	"Yea," quod Syr Gylbart, that Earle so olde;
	"He ys a knyght bothe stronge and bolde,
	And fortune ys hys frende;
	My doughters love he hath clene wanne.                           completely
315	Therfore I dare well saye he ys a manne,
	Whereever that he wende."                                            may go

	As they thre stode thus talkynge,
	They hearde a manne full loude synge,
	That all the woode ronge:                                              rung
320	"That ys my sonne Brandles so gaye;             [Gylbert says:]; (see note)
	Whan he seeth us in suche araye,
	He wyll leave hys songe."

	By than they sawe the knight comynge;
	A grene boughe in hys hande he dyd brynge,                       (see note)
325	Syttynge on a joylye coursyere.                                    warhorse
	Hys horse was trapped in redde velvett;                          decked out
	Many ouches of golde theron was sette.                            ornaments
	Of knyghthode he had no peere.

	Allso hys horse was armed before -                     in front; (see note)
330	The headde and the brest, and no more,
	And that in fyne steele.
	Hymselfe was armed passynge sure,                              most stoutly
	In harneys that woulde strokes endure,                                armor
	That had bene proved right wele.

335	Thys knyght bare on hys hedde a pomell gaye.             an ornamental boss
	Syttynge on hys horse, stertynge oute of the waye,      changing his course
	By leapes he came aboute.                                     turned around
	A shyelde he had, that was of renowne:                           remarkable
	He bare theryn a blacke fawcowne;                                    falcon
340	The shyelde was of sylver withoute.                          on the outside

	Also in hys hande a spere he bare,
	Bothe stronge and longe, I make youe ware,                         tell you
	And of a trustye tree;                                        reliable wood
	There was an headde theron of steele wrought,
345	The best that myght be made or bought,
	And well assayed had be.                                    tried out; been

	Theron of pleasaunce a kercheyf dyd honge;     handsomely a pennon did hang
	I wote yt was more than thre elles longe,                 about twelve feet
	Enbrodered all withe golde.
350	He was a knyght of large and lenght,               big and tall; (see note)
	And proved well of muche strenght,
	Assaye hym whoso woulde.                                               Test

	Spurres of golde also he had on,
	And a good swerde, that wolde byte abone.                above [all others]
355	Thus came he dryvynge,                                            in a rush
	Tyll he came there as hys father was;
	Whan he all sawe, he sayde, "Alas!                               (see note)
	Thys ys an evyll tydynge."                                    piece of news

	Whan he sawe hys father all blodye,
360	And hys two brethern hurte full syckerlye,
	"Alas!" sayde Brandles than,
	"Who hath done youe suche a dyspite?                               dishonor
	Tell me in haste, that I maye yt quyte,                               repay
	For my hearte ys wo begone."

365	Than saide the father, "Sonne, I shall the tell:
	All thys hathe done a knyght full fell,                           dangerous
	And layne by thy syster also.
	He beete me fyrst, and them all,
	And made us swere that we ne shall
370	Thys daye do hym no wo."

	Nowe saide Brandles, "Thys ys yll come!                            bad luck
	I ensure youe by my holydome,                             spiritual welfare
	I shall prove hys myght;                                           test out
	Were he as stronge as Sampson was,
375	In fayth shall I never from hym pas,                              turn away
	Tyll the one of us to death be dyght."                     marked for death

	"Yea, sonne Brandles, thou shalt not soo.
	Thoughe he have done wronge, lett hym goo.
	The knyght ys passynge sure;                       stalwart without measure
380	I wyll not for more than I wyll sayne                        than I can say
	See the, Syr Brandels, there slayne,
	For I warraunte the he wyll endure.                     assure you; prevail

	"The knyght ys stronge, and well fight can,                      (see note)
	And when he hathe at hande a man,                              at advantage
385	He wyll do hym none yll.
	But gentle wordes speake agayne,                                  in return
	And do hym no harme ne mayne,                                      violence
	Thus gentyll he ys in skyll."                So noble; in knightly behavior

	"Nowe lette hym be," sayde Brandles than; 7                      (see note)
390	"Sone shall we see yf he be a manne,"
	And sayed "Have good daye."
	Streyght to the pavylyon he rode;
	That sawe the mayden as she stode,
	That yt was her brother gaye.

395	"Syr knyght," she sayde, "here cometh one,
	Yt wyl be harde hym to overgone -                                  overcome
	Beholde nowe and see:
	Yonder cometh one wyll dure in fyght;                                endure
	I warraunte ye sawe never a better knight
400	Than ye shall fynde hym, syckerlye.                                  surely

	"Beholde nowe my brother, Syr Brandles.
	He ys in warre full slye, ywys,                                    skillful
	And that thowe shalt fynde;
	Me thynke hym passynge lyke a knyght.
405	Have no drede ye shall fynde hym wight,                     doubt; powerful
	Nowe under thys lynde."                                         linden tree

	"By God!" sayde Gawayne, "he ys full lyke                     just the sort
	To abyde a buffette and to stryke,                                withstand
	And of hys handes a man.                          in his strength a warrior
410	I sawe not or nowe thys yeares thre,                                 before
	A man more lyke a man to be,
	By God and by Saynt Johan!"

	Right so Syr Brandles, the knyght gaye,                            gracious
	Spake on hyghe, and thus gan saye:                                    aloud
415	"Where arte thou, good Squyer?
	Come forthe in haste," he sayde on hyght,
	"For with the will I fyght.                                             you
	A newe game thoue shalt leere.                                        learn

	"Thou haste done me dysworship greate,                             dishonor
420	And mayst not nowe amendement gette;
	Yt ys no tyme of peace to speake."
	Syr Gawayne saide, "Syr, I the praye,
	Let me make amendes, and youe maye,                           if you please
	Or thou begynne thys wreke.                                       vengeance

425	"Syr, and I have ought mysdone,                                          if
	Tell me, and it shal be amended soone,
	All gentlenes to fullfyll.                                 noble obligation
	I have bene bestad todaye full soore;                          sorely beset
	Shame yt were to prove me any moore.                                   test
430	But here I am at youre wyll."

	"Ywys," quod Brandles, "that ys sothe.                               Indeed
	But I must nedes holde myne othe,                                      oath
	Thou haste done so yll -
	My father and my brethren thou hast beaten bothe.
435	To accorde with the I were therof lothe,
	My worshippe to fullfyll."                 [If I wish] to maintain my honor

	Nowe sayed Gawayne, "Sythe yt ys so,
	I muste nedes me dryve ther to.                           enter into combat
	Thys daye God lende me grace,
440	For my worde shall do none advauntage:                negotiation will gain
	Let us see howe well we can outrage,                        fight furiously
	Yf I maye dare ought in thys trace."                                 course

	"Gramarcy," sayde Brandles, "in good faye,              Great thanks; faith
	Nowe shall youe see me make good playe.
445	Of knighthode thou hast no peere;                                     equal
	I am right gladde thou hast myght,
	But sorye I am we lacke the dayelyght.                                sorry
	But amended ys my cheere."                                Nonetheless; mood

	They fought together, those knightes good;
450	Throughe theyr haburgeons ran out the redde blode,            coats of mail
	That pytté yt was to see;                                        (see note)
	They fought together with suche yre,                                   fury
	That after flamed out the fyre.                          sparks; (see note)
	They spake of no mercye.

455	Thus full longe than gan they fyght,
	Tyll at the laste they wanted lyght;                        lacked daylight
	They wyste not what to done.                                           knew
	Than sayde Syr Brandles, that knyght so gaye:
	"Syr knyght, we wante lyght of the daye;
460	Therfore I make my mone.                                            protest

	"Yf we fyght thus in the darke together
	Throughe myshappe the one myght sle the other;               bad luck; slay
	And therefore by myne assent,
	Lett us sweare on oure sweardes bothe,                               swords
465	Where that we mete for leyfe or lothe,               Wherever; love or hate
	Yf that we mete in present,                                            soon

	"Never to leave the battayll tyll the one be slayne."             one of us
	"I assent me therunto," than sayde Gawayne,
	"And ye wyll that yt so be."                                       If; wish
470	Than sayde Syr Brandles, "I may none other do,
	For suche promesse I made my father unto;
	Therefore thys othe make we.

	"I wotte there ys no stroke that thou gavest me,                       know
	But I shall quyte yt full syckerlye -                         repay; surely
475	And thou arte not in my debte.
	Full large of lyveray thou arte, syr knyght -            powerful in combat
	Never none that proved so well my myght;               No other ever tested
	We bene even as we mette.                                  as equal as when

	"Lett us make an othe on our swerdes here,
480	In that place we mete, farre or nere,
	Even there as ether other may fynde,                                 either
	Even so we shall do the battayle utterlye."                    to the death
	"I holde," sayde Gawayne, "by mylde Marye!                          promise
	And thus we make an ende."

485	Syr Gawayne put up hys swerde than:
	"Syr knight, be frende to that gentle woman,
	As ye be gentle knyght."
	"As for that," sayde Brandles than,
	"She hathe caused today, pardye, much shame.            by God; (see note)
490	Yt ys pyttye she hathe her syght."                        she is yet alive

	"Syr knyght," sayde Gawayne, "have good daye,                   (see note)
	For on foote I have a longe waye,
	And horse were wonders deare;                    badly wounded; (see note)
	Some tyme good horses I have good wone,                           captured
495	And nowe on foote I muste nedes gone.                           (see note)
	God in haste amende my chere!"                                   situation

	Syr Gawayne was armed passynge heavy;
	On fote myght he not endure, trewely.
	Hys knyfe he toke in hande;                                     (see note)
500	Hys armure good he cutte hym fro,
	Els on foote myght he not goo.
	Thus with care was he bande.                     beset (bound); (see note)

	Leave we nowe of Syr Gawayne in wo,                             (see note)
	And speake we more of Syr Brandles tho.                               then
505	When he with hys syster mette
	He sayed, "Fye on the, harlot stronge!
	Yt ys pyttie thou lyvest so longe.                              (see note)
	Strypes harde I wyll the sette."               A lashing; give; (see note)

	He bete her bothe backe and syde.                         beat; (see note)
510	And than woulde he not abyde,                                  stay longer
	But to hys father streight he wentte,
	And he asked hym how he fared.                                  (see note)
	He sayde, "Sonne, for the have I cared;                       you; worried
	I wende thou haddest be shente."             thought; perished; (see note)

515	Brandles sayde, "I have beate my syster,
	And the knyght, I made hym sweare
	Than whan we mete agayne,                                       (see note)
	He and I wyll together fyght
	Tyll that we have spended our myght,                 exhausted; (see note)
520	And that one of us be slayne."

	So home they went all foure together,                           (see note)
	And eche of them helped other,
	As well as they myght go.
	Than the lady gate her awaye -                         went off by herself
525	They sawe her never after that daye;
	She went wandrynge to and fro.

	Also Syr Gawayne on hys partye,                   for his part; (see note)
	On foote he went full werylye,                                     wearily
	Tyll he to the courte came home.
530	All hys adventures he shewed the Kinge,              disclosed; (see note)
	That with those foure knyghtes he had fyghtynge,
	And eche after other alone.                               in single combat

	And after that tyme they never mette more;   encountered again; (see note)
	Full gladde were those knightes therfore.                       (see note)
535	So there was made the ende.                                     (see note)

	I praye God geve us good reste, 8                               (see note)
	And those that have harde thys lyttel Jeste,
	And in hye heaven to be dwellynge;                              (see note)
	And that we all maye, upon domesdaye,                           (see note)
540	Come to the blysse that lasteth aye,
	Where we maye here thy Aungels synge.                           (see note)

					AMEN.

	Here endeth the Jeaste of Syr Gawayne.