In the meeting lips of innocence, the love
That’s honour, faith, truth—must be changed to what
I am not. Did you know——
Elaine
I only know
That if you will not love me, I must die.
Launcelot
Let the months pass, and you shall smile at this.
Life’s yet for you in the young leaf, Elaine,
You’ll love some other man, some better man.