“Gladly, sir, for sothe;

Quoth Gauan his ax he strokes.

The arene, kny3t upon ground dray bely hyn dresses.

A little lut with thehede, the lere he discouverz

His longe louelyh lokkez he layd ouer his croun,

Let the naked nects the note schewe.

Gauan, grabbed to his ax, and gleres hit on hym

The kay fot on the folde he before sette,

Let him doun ly3tly ly3t on the naked,

That the seharp of the sehalk s—- pondered the —-