Guenevere
I know it.
Arthur
Know you, the great heart in him
Turned once again to Launcelot at the last?
The old love flooded over that dark hate:
He knew that Launcelot loved him to the end
From the beginning. Guenevere, my light
Came then: I knew that Launcelot loved me
Not less, but more, because he did me wrong;