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e noble pipes,
Wylde werbles & wy3t wakned lote,
120 ? at mony hert ful hi3e hef at her towches;
[G] Dayntes dryuen ? er-wyth of ful dere metes,
Foysoun of ? e fresche, & on so fele disches,
? at pine to fynde ? e place ? e peple bi-forne
124 For to sette ? e syluener,[1] ? at sere sewes halden,
on clothe;
Iche lede as he loued hym-selue
? er laght with-outen lo? e,
128 [H] Ay two had disches twelue,
[I] Good ber, & bry3t wyn bo? e.

[Sidenote A: The king talks with his knights. ]
[Sidenote B: Gawayne,]
[Sidenote C: Agravayn,]
[Sidenote D: Bishop Bawdewyn,]
[Sidenote E: and Ywain sit on the dais. ]
[Sidenote F: The first course is served with cracking of trumpets.
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[Sidenote G: It consisted of all dainties in season. ]
[Sidenote H: Each two had dishes twelve,]
[Sidenote I: good beer and bright wine both. ]
[Footnote 1: svlueren (? ) (dishes). ]

VII.

[A] Now wyl I of hor seruise say yow no more,
For veh wy3e may wel wit no wont ? at ? er were;
132 [B] An o? er noyse ful newe ne3ed biliue,
? at ? e lude my3t haf leue lif-lode to cach.
For vne? e wat3 ? e noyce not a whyle sesed,
& ? e fyrst cource in ? e court kyndely serued,
136 [C] ?