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444 For þe hede in his honde he haldeȝ vp euen, The head lifts up its eyelids, To-ward þe derrest on þe dece he dresseȝ þe face, & hit lyfte vp þe yȝe-lyddeȝ, & loked ful brode, and addresses Sir Gawayne; "Look thou, be ready to go as thou hast promised, & meled þus much with his muthe, as ȝe may now here. 448 "Loke, Gawan, þou be grayþe to go as þou hetteȝ, & layte as lelly til þou me, lude, fynde, and seek till thou findest me. As þou hatȝ hette in þis halle, herande þise knyȝtes; Get thee to the Green Chapel, To þe grene chapel þou chose, I charge þe to fotte, 452 Such a dunt as þou hatȝ dalt disserued þou habbeȝ, there to receive a blow on New Year's morn. To be ȝederly ȝolden on nw ȝeres morn; Þe knyȝt of þe grene chapel men knowen me mony; Fail thou never; For-þi me forto fynde if þou fraysteȝ, fayleȝ þou neuer, come, or recreant be called." 456 Þer-fore com, oþer recreaunt be calde þe be-houeus." With a runisch rout þe rayneȝ he torneȝ, The Green Knight then rushes out of the hall, his head in his hand. Halled out at þe hal-dor, his hed in his hande, Þat þe fyr of þe flynt flaȝe fro fole houes. 460 To quat kyth he be-com, knwe non þere, Neuermore þen þay wyste fram queþen he watȝ wonnen; what þenne? Þe kyng & Gawen þare, At that green one Arthur and Gawayne "laugh and grin." 464 At þat grene þay laȝe & grenne, ȝet breued watȝ hit ful bare, A meruayl among þo menne.