[Embracing her.] Aye, saved indeed, give laudings and praisings unto God, and His messenger, La Belle Pilgrim Déliverance!
Guinevere.
Aye, soothly! And now let us put aside all sorrowful thoughts and speak of rejoicing!... Sir Kay, good Knight Seneschal, let make a great feast! Let there be harping and minstrelsy!... Let ceremony be overpassed, and all make good cheer!
All.
[Excited.] Aye; a feast! A feast!
[Harpings and song are heard in the banqueting-hall, and in joyous confusion the Lords and Ladies repair thither.]
Arthur.
[Offering his hand to the Stranger.] Lady!
The Stranger.
First, Sir King, as I have done well by ye and holpen ye out of the peril in which ye stood, I require of ye my reward!