to longe,
         I hope þat þi hert ar3e wyth þyn awen seluen.” 
         “For soþe,” quod þat oþer freke, “so felly þou speke3,
         I wyl no lenger on lyte lette þin ernde,
2304 ri3t nowe.”
     [G] Þenne tas he[2] hym stryþe to stryke,
             & frounses boþe lyppe & browe,
             No meruayle þa3 hym myslyke,
2308 Þat hoped of no rescowe.

[Sidenote A:  Bring me to the point; deal me my destiny at once.”] [Sidenote B:  “Have at thee, then,” says the other.] [Sidenote C:  With that he aims at him a blow.] [Sidenote D:  Gawayne never flinches, but stands as still as a stone.] [Sidenote E:  “Now,” says the Green Knight, “I must hit thee, since thy
  heart is whole.”]
[Sidenote F:  “Thrash on,” says the other.] [Sidenote G:  Then the Green Knight makes ready to strike.] [Footnote 1:  ? ryne3 = touches.] [Footnote 2:  he he, in Ms.]

XIV.

[A] He lyftes ly3tly his lome, & let hit doun fayre,
[B] With þe barbe of þe bitte bi þe bare nek [Fol. 122.]
Þa3 he homered heterly, hurt hym no more,
2312 Bot snyrt hym on þat on syde, þat seuered þe hyde;
[C] Þe scharp schrank to þe flesche þur3 þe schyre grece,
Þat þe schene blod over his schulderes schot to þe erþe.
[D] & quen þe burne se3 þe blode blenk on þe snawe,
2316 He sprit forth spenne fote more þen a spere lenþe,
Hent heterly his helme, & on his hed cast,
Schot with his schuldere3 his fayre schelde vnder,
[E] Brayde3 out a bry3t sworde, & bremely he speke3;
2320 Neuer syn þat he wat3 burne borne of his moder,
Wat3 he neuer in þis worlde, wy3e half so blyþe:—­
[F] “Blynne, burne, of þy bur, bede me no mo;
I haf a stroke in þis sted with-oute stryf hent,
2324 [G] & if þow reche3 me any mo, I redyly schal quyte,
& 3elde 3ederly a3ayn, & þer to 3e tryst,
& foo;
[H] Bot on stroke here me falle3,
2328 Þe couenaunt schop ry3t so,
[Sikered][1] in Arþure3 halle3,
& þer-fore, hende, now hoo!”

[Sidenote A:  He let fall his loom on the bare] [Sidenote B:  neck of Sir Gawayne.] [Sidenote C:  The sharp weapon pierced the flesh so that the blood flowed.] [Sidenote D:  When the knight saw the blood on the snow,] [Sidenote E:  he unsheathed his sword, and thus spake:] [Sidenote F:  “Cease, man, of thy blow.] [Sidenote G:  If thou givest me any more, readily shall I requite thee.] [Sidenote H:  Our agreement stipulates only one stroke.”] [Footnote 1:  Illegible.]

XV.

[A] The haþel heldet hym fro, & on his ax rested,
2332 Sette þe schaft vpon schore, & to be scharp lened,
[B] & loked to þe leude, þat on þe launde 3ede,
How þat do3ty dredles deruely þer stonde3,
Armed ful a3le3; in hert hit hym lyke3.
2336 þenn he mele3 muryly, wyth a much steuen,
[C] & wyth a r[a]ykande rurde he to þe renk sayde,
“Bolde burne, on þis bent be not so