The Little Page.
[Excited, at the window.] Madam, it is the King who rides hither attended by a knight, their horses all-to-beswet!
Guinevere.
Arthur ... God be praised!
Sir Gawayne.
[At the same time.] Thanks be to Heaven, the King!
The Damosel.
My knight, thank Heaven!
[All hasten to meet the arrivals, meanwhile the harping in the banquet hall is stilled, and the banqueters crowd in, exclaiming joyfully, for the King’s safe return.]