[Sidenote A:  “I would learn,” she says, “why you, who are so young and
  active,]
[Sidenote B:  so skilled in the true sport of love,] [Sidenote C:  and so renowned a knight,] [Sidenote D:  have never talked to me of love.] [Sidenote E:  You ought to show a young thing like me some token of
  ‘true-love’s crafts.’]
[Sidenote F:  So teach me of your ‘wit’ while my lord is from home.”] [Footnote 1:  wolde (?).] [Footnote 2:  In (?).]

XVI.

[A] “In goud fayþe,” quod Gawayn, “God yow for3elde,
1536 Gret is þe gode gle, & gomen to me huge,
Þat so worþy as 3e wolde wynne hidere,
& pyne yow with so pouer a mon, as play wyth your kny3t,
With any skynne3 countenaunce, hit keuere3 me ese;
1540 [B] Bot to take þe toruayle[1] to my-self, to trwluf expoun,
& towche þe teme3 of tyxt, & tale3 of arme3,
To yow þat, I wot wel, welde3 more sly3t
Of þat art, bi þe half, or a hundreth of seche
1544 As I am, oþer euer schal, in erde þer I leue,
Hit were a fole fele-folde, my fre, by my trawþe.
[C] I wolde yowre wylnyng worche at my my3t,
As I am hy3ly bihalden, & euer-more wylle
1548 [D] Be seruaunt to your-seluen, so saue me dry3tyn!”
Þus hym frayned þat fre, & fondet hym ofte,
Forto haf wonnen hym to wo3e, what-so scho þo3t elle3,
[E] Bot he de fended hym so fayr, þat no faut semed,
1552 Ne non euel on nawþer halue, nawþer þay wysten,
bot blysse;
Þay la3ed & layked longe,
At þe last scho con hym kysse,
1556 [F] Hir leue fayre con scho fonge,
& went hir waye Iwysse.

[Sidenote A:  “It is a great pleasure to me,” says Sir Gawayne, “to hear you
  talk,]
[Sidenote B:  but I cannot undertake the task to expound true-love and tales
  of arms.]
[Sidenote C:  I will, however, act according to your will,] [Sidenote D:  and ever be your servant.”] [Sidenote E:  Thus Gawayne defends himself.] [Sidenote F:  The lady having kissed the knight, takes leave of him.] [Footnote 1:  tornayle (?).]

XVII.

[A] Then ruþes hym þe renk, & ryses to þe masse,
& siþen hor diner wat3 dy3t & derely serued. [Fol. 112.]
1560 [B] Þe lede with þe ladye3 layked alle day,
Bot þe lorde ouer þe londe3 launced ful ofte,
Swe3 his vncely swyn, þat swynge3 bi þe bonkke3,
[C] & bote þe best of his brache3 þe bakke3 in sunder;
1564 Þer he bode in his bay, tel[1] bawe-men hit breken,
& made[2] hym, maw-gref his bed, forto mwe vtter;
[D] So felle flone3 per flete, when þe folk gedered;
Bot 3et þe styffest to start bi stounde3 he made,
1568 Til at þe last he wat3 so mat, he my3t no more renne,
[E] Bot in þe hast þat he my3t, he to a hole wynne3,
Of a rasse, bi a rokk, þer renne3 þe boerne,
He gete þe bonk at his bak, bigyne3 to scrape,
1572 [F] Þe froþe femed[3] at his mouth vnfayre bi þe wyke3,
Whette3 his whyte tusche3; with hym þen irked
Alle þe burne3 so bolde, þat hym by stoden,
[G] To nye hym on-ferum, bot ne3e hym non durst
1576 for woþe;
He hade hurt so mony byforne,
Þat al þu3t[4] þenne ful loþe,
[H] Be more wyth his tusche3 torne,
1580 Þat breme wat3 [&] brayn-wod bothe.