In the dull ear of Time so gloriously
The streams of silence take.
Lord Arthur, though all else be cancelled, yet
I keep my oath of fealty; leave me that:
And I shall never fail you, heart or hand,
While breath is in me. Call me in your need,
My sword, my life, are yours.
[Launcelot passes out with his Knights. The King’s followers withdraw aside.
Arthur
Do you not weep to have lost him, Guenevere?