This is the actual text from the Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Part II stanzas 1, 2 and 3
This hanselle hatz Arthur of auenturus on fyrst
In 3onge 3er, for he
3erned 3elpyng to here.
Tha3 hym wordez were wane when þay to sete
wenten,
Now ar þay stoken of sturne werk, stafful her hond.
Gawan
watz glad to begynne þose gomnez in halle,
Bot þa3 þe ende
be heuy haf 3e no wonder;
For þa3 men ben mery in mynde quen þay
han mayn drynk,
A 3ere 3ernes ful 3erne, and 3eldez neuer lyke,
Þe
forme to þe fynisment foldez ful selden.
Forþi þis 3ol
ouer3ede, and þe 3ere after,
And vche sesoun serlepes sued after
oþer:
After Crystenmasse com þe crabbed lentoun,
Þat fraystez
flesch wyth þe fysche and fode more symple;
Bot þenne þe
weder of þe worlde wyth wynter hit þrepez,
Colde clengez adoun,
cloudez vplyften,
Schyre schedez þe rayn in schowrez ful
warme,
Fallez vpon fayre flat, flowrez þere schewen,
Boþe
groundez and þe greuez grene ar her wedez,
Bryddez busken to bylde, and
bremlych syngen
For solace of þe softe somer þat sues
þerafter
bi bonk;
And blossumez bolne to blowe
Bi rawez rych and
ronk,
Þen notez noble inno3e
After þe sesoun of somer wyth þe soft wyndez
Quen Zeferus
syflez hymself on sedez and erbez,
Wela wynne is þe wort þat
waxes þeroute,
When þe donkande dewe dropez of þe
leuez,
To bide a blysful blusch of þe bry3t sunne.
Bot þen
hy3es heruest, and hardenes hym sone,
Warnez hym for þe wynter to wax
ful rype;
He dryues wyth dro3t þe dust for to ryse,
Fro þe
face of þe folde to fly3e ful hy3e;
Wroþe wynde of þe
welkyn wrastelez with þe sunne,
Þe leuez lancen fro þe
lynde and ly3ten on þe grounde,
And al grayes þe gres þat
grene watz ere;
Þenne al rypez and rotez þat ros vpon
fyrst,
And þus 3irnez þe 3ere in 3isterdayez mony,
And wynter
wyndez a3ayn, as þe worlde askez,
no fage,
Til Me3elmas mone
Wat3
cumen wyth wynter wage;
Þen þenkkez Gawan ful sone
Of his
anious uyage.
3et quyl Al-hal-day with Arþer he lenges;
And he made a fare on
þat fest for þe frekez sake,
With much reuel and ryche of
þe Rounde Table.
Kny3tez ful cortays and comlych ladies
Al for luf of þat lede in
longynge þay were,
Bot neuer þe lece ne þe later þay
neuened bot merþe:
Mony ioylez for þat ientyle iapez þer
maden.
For aftter mete with mournyng he melez to his eme,
And spekez of
his passage, and pertly he sayde,
'Now, lege lorde of my lyf, leue I yow
ask;
3e knowe þe cost of þis cace, kepe I no more
To telle yow
tenez þerof neuer bot trifel;
Bot I am boun to þe bur barely
to-morne
To sech þe gome of þe grene, as God wyl me
wysse.'
Þenne þe best of þe bur3 bo3ed togeder,
Aywan,
and Errik, and oþer ful mony,
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Sir Doddinaual de Sauage, þe duk of Clarence,
Launcelot, and Lyonel,
and Lucan þe gode,
Sir Boos, and Sir Byduer, big men boþe,
And
mony oþer menskful, with Mador de la Port.
Alle þis compayny of
court com þe kyng nerre
For to counseyl þe kny3t, with care at
her hert.
Þere watz much derue doel driuen in þe
sale
Þat so worþé as Wawan schulde wende on þat
ernde,
To dry3e a delful dynt, and dele no more
wyth bronde.
Þe
kny3t mad ay god chere,
And sayde, 'Quat schuld I wonde?
Of
destinés derf and dere
What may mon do bot fonde?'
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