Enter Knights bringing in a dead body and crying Treason! Treason!
(The Queen takes her State.)
Arthur. Who would accuse the Queen?
Sir Mador. ’Tis I, my Liege.
Arthur. What be the substance of thine accusation?
Sir Mador. Murder! Sire, murder! most foul and treacherous!
Other Knights. Yea, murder, foul and treacherous!
Arthur. On whom?
Sir Mador. On the body of this knight, my brother, Sir Patrise, whom thou knowest to have been a courteous knight of much steadfastness to thee and the Court.