With a sore heart I took this battle up
Which now is ended. Launcelot, I loved you,
Cherished and honoured you before all others.
But now is parting. My reproach is dulled,
Fall’n out of use and anger,
Like a spent arrow.
Launcelot
Oh, my King, believe me,
Never was it my purpose or my thought
To keep your Queen from you, but to defend