LXXXIV.
"The sege that schrenkis for na schame, the schent might hym schend,
That mare luffis his life than lois vpone erd;
Sal neuer freik on fold, fremmyt nor freynde,
Gar me lurk for ane luke, lawit nor lerd;
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For quhasa with wourschip sall of this warld wende,
Thair wil nane wyis, that ar wis, wary the werd.
For ony trety may tyde, I tell the the teynd,
I wil noght turn myn entent, for all this warld brerd,
Or I pair of pris ane penny-worth in this place,
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For besandis or beryell;
I knaw my avne quarrell,
I dreid not the pereill
To dee in this cace!"
LXXXV.
Schir Gawyne rewit the renk, that wes riale,
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And said to the reuerend, riche and rightuis:
"How may I succour the sound, semely in sale,
Before this pepill in plane, and pair noght thy pris?"
"That sall I tel the with tong, trewly in tale,
Wald thow denye the in deid to do my deuis;
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Lat it worth at my wil the wourschip to wale,
As I had wonnyn the of were, wourthy and wis;
Syne cary to the castel, quhare I haue maist cure.
Thus may thow saif me fra syte;
As I am cristynit perfite,
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I sall thi kyndnes quyte,
And sauf thyn honoure."
LXXXVI.
"That war hard," said that heynd, "sa haue I gude hele!
Ane wounder peralous poynt, partenyng grete plight,
To soner in thi gentrice, but signete or sele,
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