Must be a knight who hath not known a woman,
Save in the lawful mode of marriage bed.
(To Launcelot.) Wouldst try, pure Knight?
Laun. Yea, I would, doth great Arthur will,
Though all the fiends of hell clutched nether end.
Do other knights but make the trial first.
(A number of knights come forward, try to pull the sword out of the stone but fail.
Launcelot then places his feet on the stone and grasps the sword and pulls with all his might, but the sword remains fixed.)
Arthur. It is in sooth a marvel!
Laun. It seemeth grown therein,