(from the penultimate scene at the Green Chapel. Sir Gawain stands on the ancient burial mound, having announced his presence. The Green Knight speaks in a broad rural Lancashire accent.)
THE GREEN KNIGHT ENTERS AND ADVANCES.
Sir Gawin! How good it is to greet again!
Yea, Iwis, thou art welcome, Wawen, to mi place.
And thou hast timed thy travel as true man should;
At this time, twelve months, thou tookst on’t challenge.
Twelve month and a day and thou didst come
So yeply to meet me, this young New Year.
Thou knowest the covenant cast us between;
haf thy helm off thy head and haf here thy pay.
Busk me no more debate, than I bore thee then,
When thou whipped off mi head with one whap!
Nay, by God, I'll bear thee no grudge, Green Knight,
But stand still for thee; strictly, one stroke.
THE GREEN KNIGHT WHIRLS AXE, GAWIN DUCKS.
Thou art not the great Gawin, that so good is holden;
That never flinched for fear, by hill nor vale,
For, such cowardice of that knight, I caught not a word.
I can't recall; did I cringe in the court, at Arthur's?...
My head flew to my feet, but flinched I not on
Alright, I winced once;
But shrink shall I no more -
Though when my head falls to the stones
I cannot it restore.
Deal me to my destiny - do it out of hand;
I shall stand for thee still, for one stroke of thy steel;
Have here my troth.
Have at thee then!
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