Guenevere
I also drink to Launcelot’s fair bride.
And now, sirs, I will pray you pardon me.
(To Sir Lucan) Sir Lucan, bid my woman to attend me.
(Pause.)
Gawaine (in a low voice)
Mordred, this marring of the feast is yours.
Mordred
I spoke but praises.
Gawaine