Leave that, Sir Déliveré!... [He goes to Déliverance.] I give it to thee, for my wedding-gift, the thing that all women do most desire ... your own will in this affair, to do as you may list!
Déliverance.
[Casting aside her mantle and throwing up her arms with a great cry of joy.] Oh, laudings and praisings to Heaven, for now is my cup of happiness brim-filled and running over!... Sir Gawayne, ye have passed the third and last test of chivalry, and so have delivered me forever from the crafts of sorcery!
Sir Gawayne.
[Overjoyed, almost in a whisper.] What! Is it true? Ye are all fair for all times, in company and for me alone?
Déliveré.
It is true! She is a full fair maid, good and gentle, and right well taught, so may each love other entirely!
[Arthur and Guinevere, who were standing at a distance, have joined the group, attracted by Déliverance’s cry, and now offer their felicitations. Guinevere kisses the bride, and places a jewel in her lovely hair and a chain about her fair neck.]
Arthur.