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XXVII.

1792 "Þat is a worde," quod þat wy3t, "þat worst is of alle, Bot I am swared for soþe, þat sore me þinkke3; [A] Kysse me now coraly, & I schal cach heþen, I may bot mourne vpon molde, as may þat much louyes." 1796 Sykande ho swe3e doun, & semly hym kyssed, & siþen ho seueres hym fro, & says as ho stondes, "Now, dere, at þis de-partyng, do me þis ese, [B] Gif me sumquat of þy gifte, þi gloue if[1] hit were, 1800 [C] Þat I may mynne on þe mon, my mournyng to lassen." "Now Iwysse," quod þat wy3e, "I wolde I hade here Þe leuest þing for þy luf, þat I in londe welde, [D] For 3e haf deserued, forsoþe, sellyly ofte 1804 More rewarde bi resoun, þen I reche my3t, Bot to dele yow for drurye, þat dawed bot neked; Hit is not your honour to haf at þis tyme A gloue for a garysoun, of Gawayne3 gifte3, 1808 & I am here [on] an erande in erde3 vncouþe, [E] & haue no men wyth no male3, with menskful þinge3; Þat mislyke3 me, ladé, for luf at þis tyme,[2] Iche tolke mon do as he is tan, tas to non ille, 1812 ne pine." [F] "Nay, hende of hy3e honours," Quod þat lufsum vnder lyne, [G] "Þa3 I hade o3t[3] of youre3, 1816 3et schulde 3e haue of myne."

[Sidenote A: She then kisses him, sighing for sorrow.] [Sidenote B: She desires some gift,] [Sidenote C: by which to remember him.] [Sidenote D: Gawayne tells her that she is worthy of a better gift than he can bestow.] [Sidenote E: He has no men with mails containing precious things.] [Sidenote F: Then says that lovesome,] [Sidenote G: "Though I had nought of yours, yet should ye have of mine."] [Footnote 1: of, in MS.] [Footnote 2: tyne, in MS.] [Footnote 3: no3t (?).]