“Good morrow. Sir Gawain,” said the gay lady, + 

“Ye are a sleeper unsly to be so outwitted; + 

This time are ye ta’en! Fail a truce between us, + 

I shall bind yoii in your bed, be ye well sure.” + 

With laughter the lady launcèd her jest. + 

“Good morrow, my gay,” said Gawain full blithe, + 

“Ye may work on me your will, it likes me full well, + 

I surrender me readily, and cry you for ruth; + 

Meseems ’tis best só, when so me behoves + 

(Thus he jested in turn and jollily laugh’d). + 

But please, lovely lady, your leave I would ask, + 

Your prisoner release, and pray him to rise, + 

I would boun from my bed and busk me the better⁠— + 

The more ease should I have, to hold with you converse.” + 

“Nay for sooth, fair sir,” said that sweet in reply, + 

“Ye shall not boun from your bed, I offer you better, + 

I shall hap you here on the other side too + 

And have converse with my captive, now I have caught him; + 

For I ween full well, ye’re the wight Sir Gawain, + 

That the world all worships, whéreso ye ride; + 

Your kindness, your courtesy, are knightliest held + 

Among lords and ladies, and all that life have. + 

Now I wis ye are with me, and we are alone; + 

My lord and his lieges a long way are ridden, + 

Other folks are abed, and my burds are in bower, + 

And drawn is the door, and dight with a pin; + 

And since I have in this house the athel belovèd + 

I shall ware my time well, the while it may last, + 

with skill. + 

Ye are welcome to my corse, + 

Your pleasure to fulfil. + 

Now must I by mere force + 

Your servant be, and will.” + 