For  myne  lierte  is  wo  begone

Then  sayd  the  fader  sone  I  shall  the  tell

All  this  hathe  done  a  knyght  full  fell

And  layne  by  thy  syster  also

He  bet  me  fyrste  and  sythe  them  all

And  made  vs  swere  that  we  ne  shall

This  day  do  hym  no  wo

Now  quod  Brandies  this  is  ylle  come

I  ensure  you  by  my  holy  dome

I  shall  prone  his  myght

Were  he  as  stronge  as  Sampson  was

In  fatyhe  {sic)  shall  I  neuer  frome  hym  pas

Tyll  the  one  of  vs  to  dethe  be  dyght

Ye  sone  Bratidles  thou  shalte  not  so

Though  he  haue  done  wronge  let  hym  go

The  knyght  is  passynge  sure

I  wyll  not  for  more  than  I  wyll  sayne

Se  the  syr  Brandies  there  slayne

For  I  warrants  the  he  wyll  endure

The  knyght  is  stronge  an  well  fyght  ca[n]

And  whan  he  hath  in  his  hande  a  man

He  wyll  do  hym  no  yll

But  gentyll  wordes  speke  agayne

And  do  hym  no  harme  ne  mayne

[Lines  wanting^]
Sone  shall  I  wete  yf  he  be  a  man
And  sajd  haue  good  daye
Streyghte  t6  the  pauylyon  he  rode
That  sawe  the  mayden  as  she  stode
That  yt  was  her  brother  gaye
Sir  -STwyght  she  sayd  here  cometh  one
Yt  wyJ\  be  harde  hym  to  ouergone


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Beholde  now  and  se
Yonder  cometh  one  wyll  dure  in  fyght
I  wai-raxrate  ye  sawe  neuer  a  better  knyght
Than  yoM  shall  fynde  hym  sykerly
Beholde  now  my  brother  syr  Brandies
He  is  in  warre  full  slye  ywys
And  that  you  shall  fynde
Methinke  hym  passynge  lyke  a  knyght
Have  no  dred  ye  shall  fynde  hym  wyght
Nowe  wnder  this  lynde
Bi/  god  sayd  Gawayne  he  is  full  lyke
To  abyAe  abuffet  and  to  stryke
And  of  his  handes  a  man
I  saioe  not  or  now  this  yeres  thre
A  man  more  lyke  a  man  to  be
By  god  and  by  saynt  Johan
Right  so  syr  Brandies  the  knyght  gay
Spake  on  hyghe  and  thus  gansay
Where  arte  thou  the  cheuelere
Comefovih. 