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at is gast of ? y grete wordes.
Gif me now ? y geserne, vpon gode3 halue,
& I schal bay? en ? y bone, ? at ? ou boden habbes. "
328 Ly3tly lepe3 he hym to, & la3t at his honde; [Fol. 95b. ]
? en feersly ? at o? er freke vpon fote ly3tis.
[B] Now hat3 Arthure his axe, & ?
e halme grype3,
& sturnely sture3 hit aboute, ? at stryke wyth hit ? o3t.
332 ? e stif mon hym bifore stod vpon hy3t,
Herre ? en ani in ? e hous by ? e hede & more;
[C] Wyth sturne schere[1] ? er he stod, he stroked his berde,
& wyth a countenaunce dry3e he dro3 doun his cote,
336 No more mate ne dismayd for hys mayn dinte3,
? en any burne vpon bench hade bro3t hym to drynk
of wyne,
[D] Gawan, ? at sate bi ? e quene,
340 To ? e kyng he can enclyne,
"I be-seche now with sa3e3 sene,
? is melly mot be myne. "

[Sidenote A: He assures the knight that no one is afraid of his great
words. ]
[Sidenote B: Arthur seizes his axe.