(Enter a maid.) Madam, here cometh the King.
(Guin. Rises.)
Arthur. Madam, watchest thou alone the splendor of the night?
Guin. Yea, there is a burden in the distant sea,
And a soft sadness from the far-off night
Of ghost-winds footing under the haunted dark.
It groweth chill, my Lord.
Arthur. We will go within. (Exit both.)
Enter Gwaine and Dagonet.