[Refreshed by the draught.] Ah! Later will I have meat and wine. But first must I lay bare my breast, making clean avowals! My lords and ladies, gentlemen and gentlewomen, you see here before you Arthur, King of Britain, having under my obeisance Wales, Ireland and Scotland, by the grace of God, and many other realms, also head of the worshipful fellowship of the Knights of the Round Table. And ... [He pauses, impressively] by the sinful crafts of the devil, a prisoner on parole; under pain of forfeiture of my lands, my life, my queen!
[This, as well may be imagined, causes a profound sensation.]
Several Knights and Ladies.
My lord, what say you!
Other Knights and Ladies.
Sir! What words be these!
Guinevere.
My lord ... Arthur!
Several Voices.