“Therefore, good Sir Gawain, give him good-bye, + 

And go you some other gate, in God’s name I pray you; + 

Choose some other country, where Christ may you speed, + 

And I shall hie home; and eke will I promise + 

That I shall swear by God and his good Hallows + 

(So help me the halidom) and oaths a many, + 

That I’ll keep your secret and slip not a word + 

That ye e’er flinchèd or fled for foe that I wist.” + 

“Gramercy,” he said, and he searchèd his soul, + 

“Well worth thee, good wight, that wishest me well; + 

I am in sooth full sure my secret thou’lt guard, + 

But wert thou never so true, if this tryst I kept not, + 

But flinchèd for fear, in the form that thou sayst, + 

I were a craven coward beyond all excuse. + 

For any check that may chance, to the chapel I’ll go, + 

And talk with that tyrant the tale that me list, + 

Come weal or come woe, as my weird shall ordain me + 

to have. + 

Though cruellest knave alive + 

He be, and stand with stave, + 

Full well can God contrive + 

His servants for to save.” + 