Laun. Then wouldst thou rid me of this life. Gwaine, thou art a noble soul, but thou can’st not do that.
Gwaine. Art thou thyself now?
Laun. Methinks I am—Yea I have been mad.
Gwaine. Yea and I have cured thee. Come, this be no place.
Let us go.
[Exit both.
SCENE III.—Another part of the forest.—Launcelot and Gwaine.
Gwaine. Launcelot, thou art a fool. Thou art the King’s man, and the best. Thou hast an arm and a sword on it. Thou must come. I will no longer here.