[Sidenote A:  The hunters cheer on the hounds,] [Sidenote B:  which fall to the scent forty at once.] [Sidenote C:  All come together by the side of a cliff.] [Sidenote D:  They look about on all sides,] [Sidenote E:  and beat on the bushes.] [Sidenote F:  Out there rushes a fierce wild boar,] [Sidenote G:  At the first thrust he fells three to the ground.] [Sidenote H:  Full quickly the hunters pursue him.] [Sidenote I:  However, he attacks the hounds, causing them to yowl and
  yell.]
[Footnote 1:  fro (?).]

XIII.

[A] Schalke3 to schote at hym schowen to þenne,
Haled to hym of her arewe3, hitten hym oft;
1456 Bot þe poynte3 payred at þe pyth þat py3t in his schelde3,
& þe barbe3 of his browe bite non wolde,
[B] Þa3 þe schauen schaft schyndered in pece3,
Þe hede hypped a3ayn, were-so-euer hit hitte;
1460 [C] Bot quon þe dynte3 hym dered of her dry3e stroke3,
Þen, brayn-wod for bate, on burne3 he rase3,
[D] Hurte3 hem ful heterly þer he forth hy3e3,
& mony ar3ed þerat, & on-lyte dro3en.
1464 Bot þe lorde on a ly3t horce launces hym after,
[E] As burne bolde vpon bent his bugle he blowe3,
He rechated, & r[ode][1] þur3 rone3 ful þyk,
Suande þis wy[ld]e swyn til þe sunne schafted.
1468 [F] Þis day wyth þis ilk dede þay dryuen on þis wyse,
Whyle oure luflych lede lys in his bedde,
[G] Gawayn grayþely at home, in gere3 ful ryche
of hewe;
1472 Þe lady no3t for3ate,
Com to hym to salue,
Ful erly ho wat3 hym ate,
His mode forto remwe.

[Sidenote A:  The bowmen send their arrows after this wild swine,] [Sidenote B:  but they glide off shivered in pieces.] [Sidenote C:  Enraged with the blows,] [Sidenote D:  he attacks the hunters.] [Sidenote E:  The lord of the land blows his bugle,] [Sidenote F:  and pursues the boar.] [Sidenote G:  All this time Gawayne lies a-bed.] [Footnote 1:  The Ms. is here almost illegible.]

XIV.

1476 [A] Ho commes to þe cortyn, & at þe kny3t totes,
         Sir Wawen her welcumed worþy on fyrst,
         & ho hym 3elde3 a3ayn, ful 3erne of hir worde3,
     [B] Sette3 hir sof[t]ly by his syde, & swyþely ho la3e3,
1480 & wyth a luflych loke ho layde[1] hym þyse worde3: 
         “Sir, 3if 3e be Wawen, wonder me þynkke3,
         Wy3e þat is so wel wrast alway to god,
         & conne3 not of compaynye þe coste3 vnder-take,
1484 & if mon kennes yow hom to knowe, 3e kest hom of your mynde;[Fol.]
     [C] Þou hat3 for-3eten 3ederly þat 3isterday I ta3tte [111]
           alder-truest token of talk þat I cowþe.” 
         “What is þat?” quod þe wyghe, “I-wysse I wot neuer,
1488 If hit be sothe þat 3e breue, þe blame is myn awen.”
     [D] “3et I kende yow of kyssyng,” quod þe clere þenne,
         “Quere-so countenaunce is couþe, quikly to clayme,
         Þat bicumes vche a kny3t, þat cortaysy vses.”