Dagonet. None, none my Lady, ’tis my wish.
Arthur. Take him out! Now is Arthur shamed!
Knights hurry Dagonet out.
Dagonet. (Aside.) Now is Hell indeed my portion.
Guin. Sire, I would now die.
Arthur. Yea, my Queen, so would Arthur.
Sir Mador. Sire, the time be up. And, I, as the accuser, now ask that thou, as King, wilt command that Guinevere, Queen of Britain, who standeth there, be taken from hence and burnt till she be dead.
A commotion without, Launcelot rushes in draws and faces Sir Mador.
Laun. And I say, nay!