’Gainst myself and ’gainst this noble kingdom.
Sir Ag. Wilt thou hear me, King?
Other Knights. Yea, hear him.
Arthur. Then I will hear thee further, but ’tis plain,
You prove this on your bodies to the death.
If this strange lie be not as true as Heaven,
Each man who thinks this damnéd treason dies!
Knights. ’Tis just King, we will prove it on our bodies.
Sir Ag. We think, Lord Arthur, thou art over-blind
To certain things that compromise thine honor,