No More Learning

at kny3t cow? e I neuer here.
[H] Naw? er fyked I, ne fla3e, freke, quen ? ou myntest,
Ne kest no kauelacion, in kynge3 hous Arthor,
2276 [I] My hede fla3 to my fote, & 3et fla3 I neuer;
& ? ou, er any harme hent, ar3e3 in hert,
[J] Wherfore ? e better burne me burde be called
? er-fore. "
2280 [K] Quod G:, "I schunt one3,
& so wyl I no more,
Bot pa3 my hede falle on ? e stone3,
I con not hit restore.

[Sidenote A: Then the man in green seizes his grim tool. ]
[Sidenote B: With all his force he raises it aloft. ]
[Sidenote C: As it came gliding down,]
[Sidenote D: Sir Gawayne shrank a little with his shoulders. ]
[Sidenote E: The other reproved him, saying,]
[Sidenote F: "Thou art not Gawayne that is so good esteemed,]
[Sidenote G: for thou fleest for fear before thou feelest harm. ]
[Sidenote H: I never flinched when thou struckest.
]
[Sidenote I: My head flew to my foot, yet I never fled,]
[Sidenote J: wherefore I ought to be called the better man. "]
[Sidenote K: "I shunted once," says Gawayne, "but will no more. ]

XIII.

2284 [A] Bot busk, burne, bi ? i fayth, & bryng me to ? e poynt,
Dele to me my destine, & do hit out of honde,
For I schal stonde ? e a strok, & start no more,
Til ? yn ax haue me hitte, haf here my traw? e. "
2288 [B] "Haf at ? e ? enne," quod ? at o? er, & heue3 hit alofte,
& wayte3 as wro? ely, as he wode were;
[C] He mynte3 at hym ma3tyly, bot not ? e mon ryue3,[1]
With-helde heterly h[i]s honde, er hit hurt my3t.