We are ashamed.
Gawaine
Blow, trumpets, blow my vengeance.
(Thunder.)
Arthur
It is fated!
War and no peace; in earth and heaven, war.
(The storm breaks with blinding violence as the battle begins. Launcelot’s knights defend him from Gawaine’s fury, giving ground R. Confused fighting in darkness. Cries of “Launcelot!” “Joyous Gard!” “Arthur!” and “Gawaine!” A flash of lightning discovers Gawaine hewing his way through the fighters.)
Gawaine
Gash this accursed darkness, flame of heaven,