I’d kill you for that cause. Now I am numbed;
And something from within me stays my hand.
Take my Queen pardoned to my heart, you plead.
Ah, Launcelot! were it merely man and woman,
Love should be wide and infinite as air
To meet her at the world’s end with my arms,
Even at the farthest erring. There’s no help.
A man may pardon, but the King may not.
The King is justice, or no more a King.
Launcelot