By Arthur’s mighty kingdom, thou art ’venged.
Elaine. Nay Madam, Elaine’s love is white and pure,
And he she loves is noble as any knight
In all this kingdom. Forgive my boldness, Madam,
And by that love thou bearest to the king,
Our great lord, high Arthur, help me now,
And bring me to the face of him I love.
Guin. Of truth, thou hast a boldness in thy love.
(Aside.) There is an innocence in this fair maid
Doth make me pity her, so deep in love