The Queen is seated at her embroidery-frame, some of her Ladies similarly occupied about her. The Damosel sits near trying to fix her thoughts upon a scroll that she however does not read. Some of the Knights are occupying themselves peacefully in divers ways, two playing a game of chess. Someone sings to the harp. Meanwhile the Little Page keeps watch at the window.
Guinevere.
Are there no signs yet of my lord that he doth return?
The Page.
Not yet, madam!
Guinevere.
Alas! Evensong time is overpassed, and my lord comes not!
The Damosel.
Now is my heart more heavier than ever it was before for the sorrow I have brought upon the gentlest and fairest lady of the world!