Said to thai segis, semely on syll,
How wourschipful Wavane had wonnin him on weir,
To wirk him wandreth or wough, quhilk war his wil;
How fair him fell in feght, syne how he couth forbere.
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"In sight of his souerane, this did the gentill:
He has me sauit fra syte throw his gentrice;
It war syn, but recure,
The knightis honour suld smure,
That did me this honoure,
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Quhilk maist is of price.
XCIV.
"I aught as prynce him to prise for his prouese,
That wanyt noght my wourschip, as he that al wan,
And at his bidding full bane, blith to obeise
This berne full of bewte, that all my baill blan,
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I mak that knawin and kend, his grete kyndnes,
The countirpas to kyth to him, gif I can."
He raikit to schir Gawine, right in ane race,
Said: "schir, I knaw be conquest thow art ane kynd man;
Quhen my lyfe and my dede wes baith at thi will,
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Thy frendschip frely I fand;
Now wil I be obeyand,
And make the manrent with hand,
As right is, and skill.
XCV.
"Sen fortoune cachis the cours, throu hir quentys,
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I did it noght for nane dreid that I had to de,
Na for na fauting of hart, na for na fantise;
Quhare Criste cachis the cours, it rynnis quently;
May nowthir power nor pith put him to prise.
Quhan on-fortone quhelmys the quheil, thair gais grace by;
Quha may his danger endure or destanye dispise,
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That led men in langour ay lestand inly,
