The Giant.
[Without.] Arthur, for the second time of asking, what is it that all women do most desire?
[This produces great general consternation.]
The Stranger.
Arthur, for the second time of asking will ye entreat with me?
Guinevere.
Oh, my dear Lord, for the love of Heaven, whatsomever boon the dame seeketh, that grant to her, for there is none other remedy in the peril we are in!
[The Giant knocks louder than ever.]
Sir Griflet.