LXXVII.
Thus raithly the riche berne rassit his array;
The tothir stertis ane bak, the sterne that wes stout,
Hit schir Gawayne on the gere, quhil greuit wes the gay,
Betit doune the bright gold and beryallis about;
Scheddit his schire wedis scharply away,
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That lufly lappit war on loft, he gart thame law lout.
The sterne stakrit with the straik, and stertis on stray,
Quhill neir his resoune wes tynt, sa rude wes the rout!
The beryallis on the land of bratheris gart light,
Rubeis and sapheir,
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Precious stanis that weir;
Thus drese thai wedis sa deir,
That dantely wes dight.
LXXVIII.
Thai gyrd on sa grymly, in ane grete ire,
Baith schir Gavine the grome, and Gologras the knight,
The sparkis flew in the feild, as fagottis of fire,
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Sa wndir frely thai frekis fangis the fight;
Thai luschit and laid on, thai luflyis of lyre.
King Arthur Ihesu besoght, seymly with sight:
"As thow art souerane God, sickerly, and syre,
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At thow wald warys fra wo Wauane the wight,
And grant the frekis on fold farar to fall,
Baith thair honouris to saif."
At Crist with credence thai craif,
Knight, squyar and knaif;
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And thus pray thay all.
LXXIX.
Thai mellit on with malice, thay myghtyis in mude,
Mankit throu mailyeis, and maid thame to mer;
Wraithly wroght, as thai war witlese and wod.
Be that schir Wawane the wy likit the wer;
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