Some of the Ladies.
Oh, spoken like a sweet and noble child!
[Many of the Knights laugh.]
Sir Bors.
[Affecting to shudder.] Boo-oo! My gentlemen had best look well to their arms, now that a raging lion is come among us!
[A Fellow-Page giggles tauntingly at our hero who turns on him.]
The Little Page.
I am of gentle blood, and but for lack of beard, as well entitled to bear arms as any of this worshipful fellowship, and if anyone is so venturesome that he would say the contrary I will make it good with my body upon his body, with these two hands tearing him limb from limb! [The Giggling Page retreats, affrighted.]
Sir Bleoberis.
[With impatience.] Is this a pages’ affair or a quarrel among knights of worship and renown?