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For the head in his hand he holds up aright,

Toward the dukes on the dais he dresses the face,

And it lifts up its lids, and looks with its eyes,

And moots with its mouth as much as this speech:

“See, Gawain, thou be graith to go as thou said’st

And as faithfully seek, good friend, till thou find me,

As in hall thou didst promise, in these athels’ hearing.

To the Green Chapel fare, I charge thee, to fetch

Such a dint as thou dealtest, the due that thou owest

To be presently paid at New-Year by prime.

Men know me as Knight of the Green Chapel:

So to find, if thou seek, failest thou never.

Wherefore come, or coward behoves thee be call’d.”

With a roar and a rout the reins did he turn,

Flung oút at the háll-door, his head in his hand.

And the flint-sparks flew from his fóal’s hòoves.

Whither he went no wight of them knew,

Any more than they wist from whence he was come:

What then?

The King and Gawain there

At the green one laugh’d and gren;

Yet all must it declare

A marvel among men.