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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.
]
[Sidenote C: The knight, stroking his beard, awaits the blow, and with a
"dry countenance" draws down his coat. ]
[Sidenote D: Sir Gawayne beseeches the king to let him undertake the blow. ]
[Footnote 1: chere (? ). ]

XVI.

"Wolde 3e, wor? ilych lorde," quod Gawan to ? e kyng,
344 [A] "Bid me bo3e fro ? is benche, & stonde by yow ? ere,
? at I wyth-oute vylanye my3t voyde ? is table,
& ? at my legge lady lyked not ille,
I wolde com to your counseyl, bifore your cort ryche.
348 [B] For me ? ink hit not semly, as hit is so? knawen,
?