feest of Pentecost shall yo∣ur sone and myn Galahalt be made knyghte / for he is fully now xv wynter old / doo as ye lyst said sir Launcelot / god gy¦ue hym grace to preue a good knyghte /
cryed on hygh / syr Tristram now be we mette / for or we departe / we wille redresse our old sores / As for that said sir Tristram there was yet neuer cristen man myghte make his boost that
lete me haue that aduenture / Take it in goddes name said Ga∣lahad¶Capitulum xiijANd thēne rode melyas in to an old forest / and therin he rode two dayes and more / And thenne he came in to a fayr
fond an old chappel / and fond there no body for all alle was desolate / and there he kneled to fore the aulter / and besought god of holsome counceil / Soo as he prayd / he herd a
to the Castel / and so passed thurʒ the Castel at another gate / And there mette syr Galahad an old man clothed in Relygyous clothynge and sayd / sire ha∣ue here the kayes of this Castel / Thenne syr
that syr launcelot myghte not wete what it was / Thenne syre Launcelot loked by hym / and sawe an old chappel / & ther he wende to haue fond peple / and sir launcelot teyed his hors tyl a
/ and sayd Now I knowe wel ye saye me sothe / Sire sayd the good man / hyde none old synne from me / Truly said syr Launcelot that were me ful lothe to discouere / For this x∣iiij
for where ouer moche synne duel¦leth / there may be but lytel swetnesse / wherfor thow arte lyke∣ned to an old roten tree / Now haue I shewed the why thou arte harder than the stone & bytterer than the
he that lay with∣in that Percloos dressid hym vp and vncouerd his heede / and thenne hym besemed a passynge old man / and he had a crowne of gold vpon his hede / & his sholders were naked &
/ and that other sat vpon a serpent / and that one of hem was yonge and the other was old / and the yongest hym tho∣ught said sir Percyual my lord saleweth the / and sendeth the word that
the / with whome sayd syre Percyuale shalle I fyghte / with the moost champyon of the world said the old man / for as the lady sayd / but yf thow quyte the wel thow shalt not be quyte
hors vnto pasture / And thenne he leid hym doune to slepe / And thenne hym thoughte there came an old man afore hym / the whiche sayd A launcelot of euylle feythe and poure byleue / wherfor is thy
Court / recom∣maunde me vnto my lord kynge Arthur and alle tho that ben lefte on lyue / and for old brotherhode thynke on me / Thenne beganne Gawayne to wepe and Ector also / And thenne V∣wayne hym self
syth that ye were made knyghte / and neuer sythen thow seruedest thy maker / and now thow arte soo old a tree that in the is neyther lyf ne fruyte / wherfore bethynk the that thou yelde to oure
by / and soo longe they rood tyl they sawe a fayre Toure / and afore it there semed an old feble chappel / And thenne they alyght bo∣the and put hym in to a Tombe of marbel¶Capitulum xjNOw leue
vnderstande the newe lawe of Ihesu Cryst and holy chirche / and by the other lady ye shalle vnderstande the old lawe and the fende whiche al day werrith ageynst holy chirche / therfor ye dyd your bataille with ryghte
from thens and commaunded the Abbot vnto god / And thenne he rode alle that day and herberowed with an old lady / And on the morne he ro∣de to a Castel in a valey / and there he mette
whan Salamon herd these wordes / he held hym self but a foole / & the trouthe he perceyued by old bookes / Also the ho∣ly ghoost shewed hym the comynge of the gloryous vyrgyne marye / Thenne asked he
grete secre¦tes / and wel oughte oure lord be sygnefyed to an herte / For the herte whanne he is old / he waxeth yonge ageyne in hys whyte skynne / Ryght soo cometh ageyne oure lord from dethe to
felle vnto a mesel / and of no leche she coude haue no remedy / But at the last an old man sa¦yd and she myght haue a dysshe ful of blood of a mayde and a clene vyrgyn in