Guinevere.
Peace, Sir Kay! A truce to your mockage and scornings!... ’Tis but a poor daffish witless wight! [She advances hospitably.] Whoever ye be, ye are right heartily welcome! Give place, Gawayne, the hearth hereby! And you, gentle Knight Seneschal, let bring refreshing of good meats and drinks!
Sir Kay.
Now on my head, let beggars find sustenance in the kitching, nor seek to fare with great pride and bobbance among their betters!... Or let Sir Gawayne serve his lovely damosel!
Sir Gawayne.
Beware what thou sayest in disworship of me, or....
Sir Kay.
What, are ye not upon covenant sworn never to refuse courtesy to lady or gentlewoman?
Sir Gawayne.