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at hat3 stoken me ? is steuen, to strye me here;
[C] ? is is a chapel of meschaunce, ? at chekke hit by-tyde,
2196 Hit is ? e corsedest kyrk, ? at euer i com inne! "
With he3e helme on his hede, his launce in his honde, [Fol. 120b. ]
[D] He rome3 vp to ? e rokke of ? o ro3 wone3;
? ene herde he of ? at hy3e hil, in a harde roche,
2200 [E] Bi3onde ? e broke, in a bonk, a wonder breme noyse,
[F] Quat! hit clatered in ?
e clyff, as hit cleue schulde,
As one vpon a gryndelston hade grounden a sy? e;
[G] What! hit wharred, & whette, as water at a mulne,
2204 What! hit rusched, & ronge, raw? e to here.
? enne "bi Godde," quod Gawayn, "? at gere as[1] I trowe,
Is ryched at ? e reuerence, me renk to mete,
bi rote;
2208 Let God worche we loo,
[H] Hit helppe3 me not a mote,
My lif ? a3 I for-goo,
Drede dot3 me no lote. "

[Sidenote A: "Truly," says Sir Gawayne, "a desert is here,]
[Sidenote B: a fitting place for the man in green to 'deal here his
devotions in devil fashion. ']
[Sidenote C: It is most cursed kirk that ever I entered. "]
[Sidenote D: Roaming about he hears a loud noise,]
[Sidenote E: from beyond the brook. ]
[Sidenote F: It clattered like the grinding of a scythe on a grindstone. ]
[Sidenote G: It whirred like a mill-stream. ]
[Sidenote H: "Though my life I forgo," says the knight, "no noise shall
terrify me.