And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.
And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.
And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.
And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.
And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.
And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.
And hunters rushed as closeAs they dared, raining arrows on his back,Hitting him over and over, but hurtingNothing: the skin on his shoulders was like steel,And no point could pierce his forehead. The smoothShafts shivered and broke, the metalBounced away. And after a timeThe blows began to bother him, and foamingAt the mouth he rushed at the men, and hurt them,And many drew back in fear. Not the lord:On a light horse he galloped behind him,Sounding his horn, calling his hunters,Riding boldly after the boarIn the thick brushwood, till the sun sank low
1454-1467
And men and dogs lifted their voices And ran behind him, noisily racing To a kill. And often he spun about, And stood, and sliced with his snout, And ripped a yelping, Leaping dog, and routed
1447-1453
They ate their food and heard their mass, And all were gone to the wood before light Had gleamed; Huntsmen and horns ran loud Across the fields, Following hounds Racing in the leaves. 1414-1420
“While our gracious Gawain lay quiet and comfortable In his bed, lay easy in bright-colored blankets And sheets. And the lady remembered and came To greet him Early in the morning, seeking Some change in his frame Of mind. She peered through the curtain, and courteous Gawain gave her a warm welcome” 1470-1478
My lips are yours, to kiss on command, Lady, as long as you like, or as short: Just tell me."
"Christ reward you! said Gawain. "I can't Tell you, lady, how delighted I am That one so noble and knowing as you Would come here, would care to sport with so humble A knight, would grant me a single warm glance. But for me to try to tell you true love's Rules, repeat romances to you. Knowing that you know everything I could say And more, are wiser in love than a hundred Like me could be if I lived to a hundred. This would make me a hundredfold fool! As best I can, I want to obey you: This is my duty, now and forever, To serve you, lady,
Hah! Is your heart unlettered, Despite your fame? Do I seem too stupid? For shame I've come alone, tame For the study of love's high game: Come, while we're still alone, Teach me till my husband comes home.