Arthur. Art thou of noble blood?
Gwaine. Dost thou mean honest—Gwaine is plain, if thou meanest ’i the getting, no one can call Gwaine’s mother a whore.
Arthur. (Raises his sword and strikes him with the flat on the shoulder.) Rise, Sir Gwaine.
Gwaine. (Rises.) Is it done, King?
Arthur. It is in sooth.
Gwaine. Then King am I thine, but yours first, Madam.
Gwaine is plain but honest, I would have a sword, King.
Arthur. Go, get thee one.
Gwaine. Dost thou mean it, King?