Arthur
What comes has come already.
Bors, Lavaine, and other friends of Launcelot, appear with drawn swords in the doorway.
Are you ghosts?
That visit me, so haggard, pale and silent?
Your swords are bare and in your eyes are looks
Of fear. This dim light has a ghastness in it
Making the vision of you strange.
Bors
Sire, pardon!