Sir Gawain's Speech
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"Alas! The choise is
hard. To chese the best it is froward. Wheder choise that I chese, To have you faire on nightes and no more, That wold greve my hart righte sore And my worship shold I lese. And if I desire on days to have you faire, Then on nightes I should have a simple repaire. Now fain wold I chose the best, I ne wot in this world what I shall saye, But do as ye list nowe, my lady gare. The choise I put in your fist. Evin as ye wolle, I put it in your hand, Lose me when ye list, for I am bond. I put the choise in you. Bothe body and goodes, hart, and every dele, Is alle your own, for to by and selle-- That make I god avowe!" |
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