That thou canst wield an influence over those
Who otherwise would pass thee by in scorn.
Well I do know a poison, subtle, sharp,
That when it bites it is the tooth of death.
This will I get inserted in some fruit,
And manage that one knight will eat of it,
Sir Patrise, brother unto that Sir Mador;
Who hates the Queen for that she scorned his love
And not being present will call for loud revenge
Upon his brother’s death ’gainst Guinevere