Yea, I will bend and strain until it comes.
It will not! (Stands to take a breath.)
Guin. It is enough!
Vivien. Wouldst thou try again pure Knight?
Laun. Yea I will try till I die, if it come not.
(Tries again, bends his whole strength, then staggers to his feet.) Methought the earth’s roots hung thereon.
I am shamed!
Arthur. ’Tis enough!
Vivien. Wilt not try again, pure Knight?
Laun. (With set face.) Yea, now for Camelot’s glory.