Arthur. (To the Page.) Do none come?
Page. Nay, Sire.
Dagonet. Were I not bound to Vivien body and soul, I would state the truth. Nay I am accursed. There is but one way. (Staggers to the front of the throne the throng presses back in wonder.)
Dagonet. (Kneels.) Sire!
Arthur. (In voice of thunder.) Well fool?
Dagonet. Didst thou not once make me a knight?
Arthur. Yea, in a moment of jest.
Dagonet. Then would I take this gage!
Guin. Nay, nay, death, death, but not this insult!
What base knight of this court hath prompted this?