323
Ande
and
sayde,
“haþel,
knight
by
heuen
heaven
þyn
askyng
request
is
nys,
foolish
He assures the knight that no one is afraid of his great words.
324
&
as
þou
foly
hatȝ
has
frayst,
asked for
fynde
to obtain
þe
thee
be-houes;
it behoves
325
I
know
no
gome
man
þat
is
gast
afraid
of
þy
grete wordes.
boasts
326
Gif
give
me
now
þy
geserne,
battle-axe
vpon
for
godeȝ
God’s
halue,
sake
327
&
I
schal
bayþen
grant
þy
bone,
request
þat
þou
boden
asked
habbes.”
have
95b
328
Lyȝtly
swiftly
lepeȝ
leaps
he
hym
to,
&
laȝt at
seized
his
honde;
hand
329
Þen
feersly
proudly
þat
oþer
freke
knight
vpon
fote
feet
lyȝtis.
dismounts
330
Now
hatȝ
has
Arthure
his
axe,
&
þe
halme
handle
grypeȝ,
grasps
Arthur seizes his axe.
331
&
sturnely
grimly
stureȝ
brandishes
hit
it
aboute,
þat
who
stryke
wyth
hit
þoȝt.
intended to
332
Þe
stif
fearless
mon
man
hym
bifore
stod
stood
vpon hyȝt,
towering
333
Herre
taller
þen
than
ani
anyone
in
þe
hous
by
þe
hede
head
&
more;
334
Wyth
sturne
stern
schere[1]
face
þer
where
he
stod,
he
stroked
his
berde,
beard
The knight, stroking his beard, awaits the blow, and with a "dry countenance" draws down his coat.
335
&
wyth
a
countenaunce
expression of face
dryȝe
unmoved
he
droȝ
drew
doun
down
his
cote,
tunic
336
No
more
mate
daunted
ne
nor
dismayd
for
hys
mayn
great
dinteȝ,
blows
337
Þen
than if
any
burne
man
vpon
at
bench
table
hade
had
broȝt
brought
hym
to
drynk
338
of
wyne,
wine
339
Gawan,
þat
sate
sat
bi
þe
quene,
queen
Sir Gawayne beseeches the king to let him undertake the blow.
340
To
þe
kyng
he
can
did
enclyne,
bow
341
“I
be-seche
beseech
now
with
saȝeȝ
words
sene,
plain
342
Þis
melly
contest
mot
may
be
myne.”
And he said, 'By heaven, fellow, thy asking is strange, and since thou dost seek after foolishness, it behoves thee to find it. I know of no single man among us that is aghast at thy great words. Give me thy axe, for God's sake, and I will grant thee the boon thou cravest.' Arthur leapt forward towards him and caught him by the hand. Then fiercely alighted that other fellow from his horse. Arthur seized the axe, gripping it by the handle, and strongly brandished it about. The strong man stood towering before him, higher than any in the house, by his head and more. Stern of mien, he stood there and stroked his beard, and with face unmoved he drew down his coat, no more dismayed for the dints he was to receive than if any man upon the bench had brought him to drink
of wine.
Gawain sat by the queen,
To the king he did incline,
'I tell thee truth I ween,
This mêlée must be mine.'
Text and side-notes from Richard Morris (1869). Interlinear glosses from Brunetti. Translation from Ernest Kirtlan's Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: Rendered Literally Into Modern English.
Sources integrated and rendered by James K. Tauber.