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

No more mate ne dismayd for hys mayn dinte3
Then any burne vpon bench hade bro3t hym to drynk
of wyne.
Gawan, that sate bi the quene,
To the kyng he can enclyne:
"I beseche now with sa3e3 sene
This melly mot be myne.
"Wolde 3e, worthilych lorde," quoth Wawan to the kyng,
"Bid me bo3e fro this benche, and stonde by yow there,
That I wythoute vylanye my3t voyde this table,
And that my legge lady lyked not ille,
I wolde com to your counseyl bifore your cort ryche.
For me think hit not semly, as hit is soth knawen,
Ther such an askyng is heuened so hy3e in your sale,
Tha3 yghe yghourself be talenttyf, to take hit to yourseluen,
Whil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten,
That vnder heuen I hope non ha3erer of wylle,
Ne better bodyes on bent ther baret is rered.
I am the wakkest, I wot, and of wyt feblest,
And lest lur of my lyf, quo laytes the sothe--

Bot for as much as 3e ar myn em I am only to prayse,
No bounte bot your blod I in my bodщ knowe;
And sythen this note is so nys that no3t hit yow falles,
And I haue frayned hit at yow fyrst, folde3 hit to me;
And if I carp not comlyly, let alle this cort rych
bout blame."
Ryche togeder con roun,
And sythen thay redden alle same
To ryd the kyng wyth croun,
And gif Gawan the game.
Then comaunded the kyng the kny3t for to ryse;
And he ful radly vpros, and ruchched hym fayre,
Kneled doun bifore the kyng, and cache3 that weppen;
And he luflyly hit hym laft, and lyfte vp his honde,
And gef hym Godde3 blessyng, and gladly hym biddes
That his hert and his honde schulde hardi be bothe.
"Kepe the cosyn," quoth the kyng, "that thou on kyrf sette,
And if thou rede3 hym ryyght, redly I trowe
That thou schal byden the bur that he schal bede after."
Gawan got3 to the gome with giserne in honde,
And he baldly hym byde3, he bayst neuer the helder.
Then carppe3 to Sir Gawan the kny3t in the grene,
"Refourme we oure forwardes, er we fyrre passe.
Fyrst I ethe the, hathel, how that thou hattes
That thou me telle truly, as I tryst may."
"In god fayth," quoth the goode kny3t, "Gawan I hatte,
That bede the this buffet, quat-so bifalle3 after,
And at this tyme twelmonyth take at the an other
Wyth what weppen so thou wylt, and wyth no wy3 elle3