Knights. We will.
Arthur. And it hath come to this!
Mordred. Sire, wilt thou grant this?
Arthur. Yea, I will grant it, but by Arthur’s honor,
The knight returning from such vile ambushment
Without full proof unto the open world
Of that which spills the sea of Arthur’s glory,
Shall die the foulest death this kingdom lends!
On this condition only do you go.
Mordred. Yea, we accept the conditions.