Guinevere.
I beseech of you both, in the peril in which we now stand, to be friends!
Sir Kay.
[Reluctantly yielding.] I will hold you excused! [To the other Knight.]
Sir Gawayne.
[Equally reluctant.] All is pardoned on my part!
Sir Kay.
[With gruff friendliness, laughs.] The lion is of a more gentler nature than his roaring would beseem!
Sir Gawayne.
In my heart I thought not amiss against ye!