(The Queen seats herself upon a raised daïs at the back. All take their seats and the banquet begins. Each knight is attended by his squire.)
Guenevere
I grieve my sickness robbed me of yesterday’s
Great jousts: I had thought to glory in them, and joy
In the prowess of antagonists so noble.
Bedivere
Our grief it was, your presence shone not on us.
Bors
Ah, Madam, had you seen Sir Launcelot there!
Kay