“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.