Not to mine own mother, Gwaine is honest but a plain man.
Guin. And thou shalt not kneel, if thou wilt not.
Thou art well favored, had’st thou manners.
Gwaine. Manners, Madam, like fine feathers,
But hide the lice ’i the bird.
Gwaine loveth acts not appearances.
Arthur. Madam, wilt thou that I make him kneel?
Guin. Nay, but grant his wish.
Arthur. What wilt thou, knave?
Gwaine. That I be made a knight.