Whyrlande out of a wro, wyth a felle weppen,
     [F] A dene3 ax nwe dy3t, þe dynt with [t]o 3elde
2224 With a borelych bytte, bende by þe halme,
         Fyled in a fylor, fowre fote large,
         Hit wat3 no lasse, bi þat lace þat lemed ful bry3t.
     [G] & þe gome in þe erene gered as fyrst,
2228 Boþe þe lyre & þe legge3, lokke3, & berde,
         Saue þat fayre on his fote he founde3 on þe erþe,
         Sette þe stele to þe stone, & stalked bysyde.
     [H] When he wan to þe watter, þer he wade nolde,
2232 He hypped ouer on hys ax, & orpedly stryde3,
         Bremly broþe on a bent, þat brode wat3 a-boute,
                 on snawe.
     [I] Sir Gawayn þe kny3t con mete. [Fol. 121.]
2236 He ne lutte hym no þyng lowe,
     [J] Þat oþer sayde, “now, sir swete,
             Of steuen mon may þe trowe.”

[Sidenote A:  Then cried he aloud,] [Sidenote B:  “Who dwells here discourse with me to hold?”] [Sidenote C:  Now is the good Gawayne going aright] [Sidenote D:  He hears a voice commanding him to abide where he is.] [Sidenote E:  Soon there comes out of a hole, with a fell weapon,] [Sidenote F:  a Danish axe, quite new,] [Sidenote G:  the “knight in green,” clothed as before.] [Sidenote H:  When he reaches the stream, he hops over and strides about.] [Sidenote I:  He meets Sir Gawayne without obeisance.] [Sidenote J:  The other tells him that he is now ready for conversation]

XI.

[A] “Gawayn,” quod þat grene gome, “God þe mot loke!
2240 I-wysse þou art welcom,[1] wy3e, to my place,
[B] & þou hat3 tymed þi trauayl as true[2] mon schulde;
[C] & þou knowe3 þe couenaunte3 kest vus by-twene,
At þis tyme twelmonyth þou toke þat þe falled,
2244 [D] & I schulde at þis nwe 3ere 3eply þe quyte.
[E] & we ar in þis valay, verayly oure one,
Here ar no renkes vs to rydde, rele as vus like3;
[F] Haf þy[3] helme of þy hede, & haf here þy pay;
2248 Busk no more debate þen I þe bede þenne,
“When þou wypped of my hede at a wap one.”
[G] “Nay, bi God,” quod Gawayn, “þat me gost lante,
I schal gruch þe no grwe, for grem þat falle3;
2252 Botsty3tel þe vpon on strok, & I schal stonde stylle,
& warp þe no wernyng, to worch as þe lyke3,
no whare.”
[H] He lened with þe nek, & lutte,
2256 & schewed þat schyre al bare,
& lette as he no3t dutte,
[I] For drede he wolde not dare.

[Sidenote A:  “God preserve thee!” says the Green Knight,] [Sidenote B:  “as a true knight ‘thou hast timed thy travel’] [Sidenote C:  Thou knowest the covenant between us,] [Sidenote D:  that on New Year’s day I should return thy blow] [Sidenote E:  Here we are alone,] [Sidenote F:  Have off thy helmet and take thy pay at once.”] [Sidenote G:  “By God,” quoth Sir Gawayne, “I shall not begrudge thee thy
  will.”]
[Sidenote H:  Then he shows his bare neck,] [Sidenote I:  and appears undaunted.] [Footnote 1:  welcon, in Ms.] [Footnote 2:  truee in Ms.] [Footnote 3:  Ms. þy þy.]