Arthur wakens ... anon he comes this way!
Sir Kay.
Mark well my words, a sorcerous witch!
[At this moment Arthur enters slowly, as if in a trance. All exclaim.]
Guinevere.
[Goes to the King.] Dear love, I left ye soundly sleeping!
Arthur.
[Waking fully, with a start.] Guinevere! I had a marvellous vision, but it lacks interpretation! I dreamed one came knocking on this door ... a damosel passing young and of peerless loveliness who called herself Déliverance La Belle Pilgrim.... [He breaks off with a start and an exclamation, seeing the Stranger, saying,] By the faith of my body, ’tis the loathly lady!
The Stranger.