"J.R.R. Tolkien - Sir Gawain And The Green Knight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tolkien J.R.R)

La3t to his lufly hed, and lyft hit vp sone;
And sythen bo3e3 to his blonk, the brydel he cachchez,
Steppe3 into stelbawe and strydez alofte,
And his hede by the here in his honde halde3;
And as sadly the segge hym in his sadel sette
As non vnhap had hym ayled, tha3 hedle3 he were
in stedde.
He brayde his bulk aboute,
That vgly bodi that bledde;
Moni on of hym had doute,
Bi that his resoun3 were redde.
For the hede in his honde he halde3 vp euen,
Toward the derrest on the dece he dresse3 the face,
And hit lyfte vp the y3e-lydde3 and loked ful brode,
And meled thus much with his muthe, as 3e may now here:
"Loke, Gawan, thou be graythe to go as thou hette3,
And layte as lelly til thou me, lude, fynde,
As thou hat3 hette in this halle, herande thise kny3tes;
To the grene chapel thou chose, I charge the, to fotte
Such a dunt as thou hat3 dalt--disserued thou habbez
To be 3ederly ygholden on Nw Ygheres morn.
The kny3t of the grene chapel men knowen me mony;
Forthi me for to fynde if thou frayste3, faylez thou neuer.
Therfore com, other recreaunt be calde the behoues."
With a runisch rout the rayne3 he tornez,
Halled out at the hal dor, his hed in his hande,
That the fyr of the flynt fla3e fro fole houes.
To quat kyth he becom knwe non there,
Neuer more then thay wyste from quethen he wat3 wonnen.
What thenne?
The kyng and Gawen thare
At that grene thay la3e and grenne,
Yghet breued wat3 hit ful bare
A meruayl among tho menne.

Tha3 Arther the hende kyng at hert hade wonder,
He let no semblaunt be sene, bot sayde ful hy3e
To the comlych quene wyth cortays speche,
"Dere dame, to-day demay yow neuer;
Wel bycommes such craft vpon Cristmasse,
Laykyng of enterlude3, to la3e and to syng,
Among thise kynde caroles of kny3te3 and ladyez.
Neuer the lece to my mete I may me wel dres,
For I haf sen a selly, I may not forsake."
He glent vpon Sir Gawen, and gaynly he sayde,
"Now, sir, heng vp thyn ax, that hat3 innogh hewen";
And hit wat3 don abof the dece on doser to henge,
Ther alle men for meruayl my3t on hit loke,
And bi trwe tytel therof to telle the wonder.
Thenne thay bo3ed to a borde thise burnes togeder,