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e lorde luflych aloft lepe3 ful ofte,
Mynned merthe to be made vpon mony sy? e3.
[G] Hent he3ly of his hode, & on a spere henged,
984 & wayned hom to wynne ? e worchip ? er-of,
[H] ? at most myr? e my3t mene[1] ? at crystenmas whyle;
"& i schal fonde, bi my fayth, to fylter wyth ? e best,
Er me wont ? e wede3, with help of my frende3. "
988 ? us wyth la3ande lote3 ? e lorde hit tayt[2] make3,
[I] For to glade sir Gawayn with gomne3 in halle
? at ny3t;
Til ? at hit wat3 tyme,
992 ?
e kyng comaundet ly3t,
[J] Sir Gawen his leue con nyme,
& to his bed hym di3t.

[Sidenote A: With permission of the lord,]
[Sidenote B: Sir Gawayne salutes the elder,]
[Sidenote C: but the younger he kisses,]
[Sidenote D: and begs to be her servant. ]
[Sidenote E: To chamber all go,]
[Sidenote F: where spices and wine are served. ]
[Sidenote G: The lord takes off his hood and places it on a spear. ]
[Sidenote H: He who makes most mirth is to win it. ]
[Sidenote I: Night approaches, and then]
[Sidenote J: Sir Gawayne takes his leave and retires to rest. ]
[Footnote 1: meue (? ). ]
[Footnote 2: layt (? ). ]

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[A] On ? e morne, as vch mon myne3 ? at tyme,
996 [B] [? ]at dry3tyn for oure destyne to de3e wat3 borne,
Wele waxe3 in vche a won in worlde, for his sake;
[C] So did hit ? ere on ?