þoled.
2420 Now þese were wrathed wyth her wyles, hit were a wynne huge,
[F] To luf hom wel, & leue hem not, a leude þat couþe,
For þes wer forne[1] þe freest þat fol3ed alle þe sele, [Fol.]
Ex-ellently of alle þyse oþer, vnder heuen-ryche, [123b.]
2424 þat mused;
& alle þay were bi-wyled,
With[2] wymmen þat þay vsed,
[G] Þa3 I be now bigyled,
2428 Me þink me burde be excused.”

[Sidenote A:  “Nay, forsooth,” says Gawayne,] [Sidenote B:  “I have sojourned sadly, but bliss betide thee!] [Sidenote C:  Commend me to your comely wife and that other lady who have
  beguiled me.]
[Sidenote D:  But it is no marvel for a man to be brought to grief through a
  woman’s wiles.]
[Sidenote E:  Adam, Solomon, Samson, and David were beguiled by women.] [Sidenote F:  How could a man love them and believe them not?] [Sidenote G:  Though I be now beguiled, methinks I should be excused.] [Footnote 1:  forme (?)] [Footnote 2:  with wyth, in Ms.]

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[A] “Bot your gordel,” quod G:  “God yow for-3elde! 
Þat wyl I welde wyth good wylle, not for þe wynne golde,
Ne þe saynt, ne þe sylk, ne þe syde pendaundes,
2432 For wele, ne for worchyp, ne for þe wlonk werkke3,
[B] Bot in syngne of my surfet I schal se hit ofte;
When I ride in renoun, remorde to myseluen
Þe faut & þe fayntyse of þe flesche crabbed,
2436 How tender hit is to entyse teches of fylþe;
[C] & þus, quen pryde schal me pryk, for prowes of armes,
[D] Þe loke to þis luf lace schal leþe my hert. 
Bot on I wolde yow pray, displeses yow neuer;
2440 Syn 3e be lorde of þe 3onde[r] londe, þer I haf lent inne,
Wyth yow wyth worschyp,—­þe wy3e hit yow 3elde
Þat vp-halde3 þe heuen, & on hy3 sitte3,—­
[E] How norne 3e yowre ry3t nome, & þenne no more?”
2444 “Þat schal I telle þe trwly,” quod þat oþer þenne,
[F] “Bernlak de Hautdesert I hat in þis londe,
Þur3 my3t of Morgne la Faye, þat in my hous lenges,
&[1] koyntyse of clergye, bi craftes wel lerned,
2448 Þe maystres of Merlyn, mony ho[2] taken;
For ho hat3 dalt drwry ful dere sum tyme,
With þat conable klerk, þat knowes alle your kny3te3
at hame;
2452 Morgne þe goddes,
Þer-fore hit is hir name;
[G] Welde3 non so hy3e hawtesse,
Þat ho ne con make ful tame.

[Sidenote A:  But God reward you for your girdle.] [Sidenote B:  I will wear it in remembrance of my fault.] [Sidenote C:  And when pride shall prick me,] [Sidenote D:  a look to this lace shall abate it.] [Sidenote E:  But tell me your right name and I shall have done.”] [Sidenote F:  The Green Knight replies, “I am called Bernlak de Hautdesert,
  through might of Morgain la Fey, the pupil of Merlin.]
[Sidenote G:  She can tame even the haughtiest.] [Footnote 1:  in (?).] [Footnote 2:  ho hat3 (?).]

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