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e broke, in a bonk, a wonder breme noyse,
[F] Quat! hit clatered in ? e clyff, as hit cleue schulde,
As one vpon a gryndelston hade grounden a sy? e;
[G] What! hit wharred, & whette, as water at a mulne,
2204 What! hit rusched, & ronge, raw? e to here.
? enne "bi Godde," quod Gawayn, "? at gere as[1] I trowe,
Is ryched at ? e reuerence, me renk to mete,
bi rote;
2208 Let God worche we loo,
[H] Hit helppe3 me not a mote,
My lif ? a3 I for-goo,
Drede dot3 me no lote. "

[Sidenote A: "Truly," says Sir Gawayne, "a desert is here,]
[Sidenote B: a fitting place for the man in green to 'deal here his
devotions in devil fashion. ']
[Sidenote C: It is most cursed kirk that ever I entered. "]
[Sidenote D: Roaming about he hears a loud noise,]
[Sidenote E: from beyond the brook.
]
[Sidenote F: It clattered like the grinding of a scythe on a grindstone. ]
[Sidenote G: It whirred like a mill-stream. ]
[Sidenote H: "Though my life I forgo," says the knight, "no noise shall
terrify me. "]
[Footnote 1: at, in MS. ]

X.

2212 [A] Thenne ? e kny3t con calle ful hy3e,
[B] "Who sti3tle3 in ? is sted, me steuen to holde?
[C] For now is gode Gawayn goande ry3t here,
If any wy3e o3t wyl wynne hider fast,
2216 O? er now, o? er neuer, his nede3 to spede. "
[D] "Abyde," quod on on ? e bonke, abouen ouer his hede,
"& ? ou schal haf al in hast, ? at I ? e hy3t ones.