What miserable cloud
Is fallen about us, or what evil dream!
Gawaine!
Gawaine (shrugging his shoulders)
All idle! Waves upon a rock.
Arthur
Choose: if your will be on the King’s side, stay:
But if on Launcelot’s, turn your faces from me.
It shall be battle when we meet again.
[Bors and his friends look at each other, then silently turn and go out.