Ay, the proof.
Proof, and if no proof, banishment: nay, death.
To-morrow this shall all be cleared. To-morrow!
Get to bed.
(Gawaine is going, when a loud knock is heard without, and Mordred’s voice, “The King!” The guard opens the door.)
Guard
My lord, it is Sir Mordred.
Arthur
Let him in.
Mordred appears, all bloody.