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“Would ye now! worthy lord,” said that wight to the King,

“Bid me stir from this stall and stand by you there,

That so without villainy I void from this table?

If my liege lady liked it not ill

Before this high court I would come to your counsel.

For methinks it not seemly (’tis sooth that I say)

That the King’s own person to combat be call’d,

Though yourself be desirous to take up the suit,

While so bold men on bench about you are sitting⁠—

And no wights in the world of will are so keen

Or have better bodies on bent, where battle is rear’d.

I am weakest, I wot, and the feeblest of wit,

And least loss were my life, would ye learn but the truth⁠—

That my uncle ye are, is all I can plead,

And no bounty but your blood in my body I know.

This antick adventure behoves not your Highness;

To me let it fall, since first I besought it,

And if I counsel not comely, the Court shall decide,

nor blame.”

The courtiers, whispering,

Debate the double claim,

Relieve the crownèd King

And give Gawain the game.