Guin. Arthur, thou wilt save me?
Arthur. My Queen, as the king I may not. My heart is hell.
Put thy trust in Heaven.
Guin. ’Tis a dread death.
Arthur. Madam, could Arthur save thee he would. If thou diest so doth my joy in this world—keep thy heart.
Guin. ’Fore God, I am innocent.
Arthur. Thou must trust to Heaven.
Guin. That I do. (Rises and takes her state.)
Court Chamberlain. Guinevere, Queen of Britain, of this dread crime whereof thou art accused what hast thou to say?