“ ’Tis a word,” said that wight, “that worst is of all, + 

But soothly I’m answer’d, and sorely it wounds. + 

Kiss me now comely, to care ere I go, + 

I may but mourn among men, as maid that much loves.” + 

She stoop’d with a sigh and seemlily kiss’d him, + 

Then sever’d from his side, and said as she stood + 

“Now, dear, at departing, do me this solace, + 

Somewhat give me as a gift, thy glove it may be, + 

That I máy thee remember, my mourning to lessen.” + 

“Now, I wis,” said the wight, “I would I had here + 

The liefest thing for thy love that in land I possess; + 

Ye have deservèd in sooth, and seemlily oft, + 

More reward by right than e’er I may reach; + 

But to give you for love⁠—it little avail’d, + 

It becomes not your worth to win at this time + 

A glove for a guerdon, at Gawain’s hand: + 

I am here on an errand in an únknown land, + 

And carry no coffers, with presents of cost; + 

It mislikes me, lady, I love you too dear; + 

We must do as chance deals, so deem not amiss + 

nor pine.” + 

“Nay, Knight of high honoùrs,” + 

Then said that lady fine, + 

“Though I have nought of yours, + 

Yet shall ye have of mine.” + 