I was a Queen then. I have died since then.
It is not Launcelot! Leave me then in peace.
Lynned
Alas, even here within this cloister wall
Is no peace any longer, but all round
Imminent tempest, ripe to burst on us,
Sir Mordred with his host in rebel arms,
Thrice swollen in number, threatens ever nearer.
Out of the West he thrusts. This very day
May see the issue. Never did the swarm