“She sent me by craft to the court of your King, + 

To make trial of its pride, whether truth it might be, + 

All the renown that runs of the Round Table; + 

And that witchcraft she wrought, your wits to dumbfound, + 

And to daunt Queen Guenore, and do her to death + 

With that ghoulish game, and the ghostly speaker + 

With his head in his hand at the high table. + 

’Tis she that is here, the ancient at home; + 

She is even thine aunt, Arthur’s half-sister, + 

The Duchess’s daughter that dwelt at Tintagel, + 

Who to Uther bore King Arthur the athel. + 

So I beg thee, Sir Knight, come back to thine aunt, + 

And make merry in my moat; my meiny much loves thee, + 

And I wish thee as well, good wight, by my faith, + 

As any gallant under God, for thy great lealty.” + 

But he nick’d him with nay, and could nót be persuaded. + 

Then accoll’d they and kiss’d and bekenn’d each other + 

To the Prince of paradise, and parted right there + 

on snow. + 

Gawain on steed, full keen, + 

To Arthur’s house did go, + 

And the knight in the bright green + 

To his own hold also. + 