Arthur. (Loosening Dagonet.) Then hang yonder imp i’ the crane over the castle wall.
Gwaine. Come, rat! (lifts Dagonet and hangs him on the crane.)
Dagonet. Oh, Oh, the shame!
Gwaine. Hath such as thou shame?
Dagonet. Yea, I house me a soul.
Gwaine. Then is it poorly lodged. (goes out.)
Arthur. (Strides back and forth.) Yea a fool!—worse than a fool!
Arthur, why wilt thou shame thyself even in thought?
Out damned suspicion, that insulteth my dignity!
Enter Guinevere.