Dagonet. Slay me, great Arthur, but forgive thy fool.
Arthur. Knowest thou not thou hast slandered the whole realm?
Dagonet. I am but a poor fool, Sire.
Enter Gwaine, a tall clumsy youth in scullion’s dress.
Arthur. Who art thou?
Gwaine. Thou must tell me.
Arthur. I am the king.
Gwaine. Art thou? Thou lookest like one.
Arthur. Whence comest thou?