May help in your attempts, I vow it here.
Gawin. As heretofore I always serv’d your hest.
So let this day be judge of Gawin’s trust.
Either my brother Mordred dies the death
By mine assault, or I at least by his.
Arthur. Since thus (my faithful mates) with vows alike
And equal love to Arthur’s cause you join
In common care to wreak my private wrongs,
Lift up your ensigns efts, stretch out your strengths;
Pursue your fates; perform your hopes to Mars.