The Marriage of Sir Gawain

Kinge Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see,And there he hath with him Queene Genever,That bride soe bright of blee.

And there he hath with him Queene Genever,That bride soe bright in bower,And all his barons about him stoode,That were both stiffe and stowre.

The king kept a royall Christmasse,Of mirth and great honor.

‘And bring me word what thing it isThat a woman will most desire;This shalbe thy ransome, Arthur,’ he sayes,‘For I’le have noe other hier.’

King Arthur then held up his hand,According thene as was the law;He tooke his leave of the baron there,And homward can he draw.

And when he came to merry Carleile,To his chamber he is gone,And ther came to him his cozen Sir Gawaine,As he did make his mone.

And there came to him his cozen Sir Gawaine,That was a curteous knight;‘Why sigh you soe sore, unckle Arthur,’ he said,‘Or who hath done thee unright?’--

‘O peace, O peace, thou gentle Gawaine,That faire may thee beffall!For if thou knew my sighing soe deepe,Thou wo’ld not mervaile att all.

‘Ffor when I came to Tearne Wadling,A bold barron there I fand,With a great club upon his backe,Standing stiffe and strong.

‘And he asked me wether I wo’ld fightOr from him I shold begone,Or else I must him a ransome pay,And soe depart him from.

‘To fight with him I saw noe cause;Methought it was not meet;For he was stiffe and strong with-all,His strokes were nothing sweete.

‘Therefor this is my ransome, Gawaine,I ought to him to pay;I must come againe, as I am sworne,Upon the New Yeer’s day;

Then king Arthur drest him for to ryde,In one soe rich array,Toward the fore-said Tearne Wadling,That he might keepe his day.

And as he rode over a more,Hee see a lady where shee sateBetwixt an oke and a greene hollen;She was cladd in red scarlett.

Then thereas shold have stood her mouth,Then there was sett her eye;The other was in her forhead fast,The way that she might see.

Her nose was crooked and turn’d outward,Her mouth stood foule a-wry;A worse form’d lady than shee was,Never man saw with his eye.

To halch upon him, King Arthur,This lady was full faine,But King Arthur had forgott his lesson,What he sho’ld say againe.

‘What knight art thou,’ the lady sayd,‘That will not speak to me?Of me be thou nothing dismay’d,Tho I be ugly to see.

‘For I have halched you curteouslye,And you will not me againe;Yett I may happen Sir Knight,’ shee said,‘To ease thee of thy paine.’

‘Give thou ease me, lady,’ he said,‘Or helpe me any thing,Thou shalt have gentle Gawaine, my cozen,And marry him with a ring.’

And when he came to the Tearne Wadling,The baron there co’ld he finde,With a great weapon on his backe,Standing stiffe and stronge.

And then he tooke King Arthur’s letters in his hands,And away he co’ld them fling,And then he puld out a good browne sword,And cryd himselfe a king.

And he sayd, ‘I have thee and thy land, Arthur,To doe as it pleaseth me,For this is not thy ransome sure,Therfore yeeld thee to me.’

And then bespoke him noble Arthur,And bad him hold his hand:‘And give me leave to speake my mindIn defence of all my land.’

He said, ‘As I came over a more,I see a lady where shee sateBetweene an oke and a green hollen;Shee was clad in red scarlett.

‘And she says a woman will have her will,And this is all her cheef desire:Doe me right, as thou art a baron of sckill,This is thy ransome and all thy hyer.’

He sayes, ‘An early vengeance light on her!She walkes on yonder more;It was my sister that told thee this,

‘But heer I’le make mine avow to GodTo doe her an evill turne;For an’ ever I may thate fowle theefe get,In a fyer I will her burne.’

Sir Lancelott and Sir Steven bold,They rode with them that day,And the formost of the companyThere rode the steward Kay.

Soe did Sir Banier and Sir Bore,Sir Garrett with them soe gay,Soe did Sir Tristeram that gentle knight,To the forrest fresh and gay.

And when he came to the greene forrest,Underneath a greene holly tree,Their sate that lady in red scarletThat unseemly was to see.

Sir Kay beheld this lady’s face,And looked uppon her swire;‘Whosoever kisses this lady,’ he sayes,‘Of his kisse he stands in feare.’

Sir Kay beheld the lady againe,And looked upon her snout;‘Whosoever kisses this lady,’ he saies,‘Of his kisse he stands in doubt.’

‘Peace, cozen Kay,’ then said Sir Gawaine,‘Amend thee of thy life;For there is a knight amongst us allThat must marry her to his wife.’

‘What! wedd her to wiffe!’ then said Sir Kay,‘In the divell’s name anon!Gett me a wiffe where-ere I may,For I had rather be slaine!’

Then some tooke up their hawkes in hast.And some tooke up their hounds,And some sware they wo’ld not marry herFor citty nor for towne.

And then be-spake him noble King Arthur,And sware there by this day,For a litle foule sight and misliking

Then shee said, ‘Choose thee, gentle Gawaine,Truth as I doe say,Wether thou wilt have me in this liknesseIn the night or else in the day.’

And then bespake him gentle Gawaine,Was one soe mild of moode,Sayes, ‘Well I know what I wo’ld say,God grant it may be good!

‘To have thee fowle in the nightWhen I with thee sho’ld play--Yet I had rather, if I might,Have thee fowle in the day.’

‘What! when lords goe with ther feires,’ shee said,‘Both to the ale and wine,Alas! then I must hyde my selfe,I must not goe withinne.’

And then bespake him gentle Gawaine,Said, ‘Lady, that’s but skill;And because thou art my owne lady,Thou shall have all thy will.’

Then she said, ‘Blesed be thou, gentle Gawain,This day that I thee see!For as thou seest me att this time,From hencforth I wilbe.

‘My father was an old knight,And yett it chancèd soeThat he marryed a younge ladyThat brought me to this woe.

‘Shee witched me, being a faire young lady,To the greene forrest to dwell,And there I must walke in woman’s liknesse,Most like a feend of hell.

‘Come kisse her, brother Kay,’ then said Sir Gawaine,‘And amend thé of thy liffe;I sweare this is the same ladyThat I marryed to my wiffe.’

Sir Kay kissed that lady bright,Standing upon his ffeete;He swore, as he was trew knight,The spice was never soe sweete.

‘Well, cozen Gawaine,’ sayes Sir Kay,‘Thy chance is fallen arright,For thou hast gotten one of the fairest maidsI ever saw with my sight.’--

‘It is my fortune,’ said Sir Gawaine;‘For my unckle Arthurs sakeI am glad as grasse wold be of raine,Great joy that I may take.’

Sir Gawaine tooke the lady by the one arme,Sir Kay tooke her by the tother,They led her straight to King Arthur,As they were brother and brother.

King Arthur welcomed them there all,And soe did Lady Genever his queene,With all the knights of the Round Table,Most seemly to be seene.

King Arthur beheld that lady faireThat was soe faire and bright,He thanked Christ in TrinityFor Sir Gawaine that gentle knight.

Soe did the knights, both more and lesse,Rejoyced all that dayFor the good chance that hapened wasTo Sir Gawaine and his lady gay.