Chapter_47

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Gawain glanced on that gay with the gracious mien,

And by leave of the lord, the ladies he greeted;

The ancient he salutes, louting full low,

The lovely one he laps a little in his arms,

Comelily kisses, and knightly bespeaks.

They crave his acquaintance, and quickly he asks

Their sooth servant to be, if só it them please.

Then they took him between them, and, talking the while,

Led to chamber and chimney, where spices full choice

They call’d for, that brisk men bustled to bring them,

And the winsome wine therewíth each time.

The lord so lovesome leapt up full oft,

By occasions many he made for them mirth,

Hád off his hood, and hung it on spear,

For any to hold the honour thereof

Who that Christmas⁠—while most weal should waken:

“And I shall try, by my troth, to contend with the best,

Ere any shall help me that hood to forfeit.”

Thus with laughter and jest it lists him to laik,

For to gladden Sir Gawain with games in hall

that night;

’Tis time to end their play,

The lord bids bring the light;

Gawain “God-speed” did say,

And to his bed him dight.