Kneel to your own woman, I’ll to none.
Arthur. Death! down on your life! (Draws.)
Guin. Nay, nay he will kneel.
Gwaine. Not he, King or other man, I can crack a neck.
Come on, give me a quarterstaff and I’ll knock your
Kings like nine-pins.
Guin. (Gets between.) Nay! nay!
Arthur. Wilt thou kneel?
Gwaine. I will fight, but I will not kneel.