Guin. (Rises.) That I Guinevere, Queen of Britain, am innocent of this most foul charge of which I am here accused, and here call on Heaven to prove on the body of that foul knight mine accuser.
Marshalls enter and trumpets are blown.
Court-Chamberlain. Doth no knight assoil the Queen?
Guin. Heaven help me!
Arthur. Do no knights approach?
Page. Nay, Sire.
Arthur. Then has the hour of my life’s sorrow come.
Enter Sir Mador doffs to the King.
Sir Mador. Sire, the time hath almost passed and I demand a knight to do no battle, or that the Queen be burnt.
Guin. (Aside.) Merciful Heaven!