And yet she triumphs and she humbles me.
I will pray. O thou seven-times wounded one,
Because thou didst so suffer, look on me;
Look in my heart, thou hadst a bleeding heart;
Thou knowest how I sinned, but how I suffer....
I cannot pray. I only see that face
Dead, with the joy on it. I want, I want——
Launcelot enters with a cloak wrapped about his head
Who is it?
Launcelot (showing his face)