And to that peace which the world gives not.
Bedivere
Sir,
We are honoured having so noble a charge laid on us.
We shall do all your bidding.
Arthur
Set you forth.
Farewell, until the last farewell of all!
(Guenevere passes out, escorted by Bedivere and Knights. Arthur is left alone standing in the solemn light of sunset. He breaks out into a cry.)
Launcelot, Launcelot! Guenevere, Guenevere!