Let them kill me, so that they let you go.
Launcelot
Heaven defend me from such shame as that.
No, I’ll sell life as dearly as I may,
But I would sooner have my armour on me
And a sword within my hand than all the crowns
Of Christendom. Then, then would I have done
Some deeds that men might tell of.
(Mordred and his men have brought a bench and begin to batter at the door.)
Guenevere