[Runs forward with sword and shield.] How, now, varlet! [To his former fellow-Page.] Attend me! Ho, now! On to the assay! [The doughty child is restrained by a fat Gentlewoman.]
The Stranger.
Fools, fools! Your pains and preparations are vain, for the deed shall never be achieved but by me!
Guinevere.
[Again beseeching the King who still demurs.] Dear love, bethink you of all that is in jeopard: your kingdom, your life, and me, your queen!
Arthur.
[Considering the Stranger.] Now, my heart giveth me to thee greatly that thou art come on a good errand, and greatly my conceit faileth me but thou shalt prove our true deliverance! Therefore....
The Stranger.
Ye will grant my boon? Upon covenant.... Sworn upon a book?
Arthur.