Mordred. God of Heaven, let us back! This man be mad!
(Retreats with four knights, Launcelot slays the rest.)
Laun. Come on, ye Fiends of Hell! I’ll back me here, Launcelot is a man of honour!
SCENE II.—Sir Launcelot’s apartment, midnight. Enter several Knights with torches and swords.
Sir Ban. Hello there! wake up!
Knights. Hello! Within! Within! (Loud knocking heard at the doors. Enter several other knights. Enter Sir Launcelot.)
Laun. What means this that ye be armed?
Sir Ban. Strange horrors woke us frozen from our beds. Hideous nightmares beset us. Some heard moanings, some that grave-bells rang, and others saw strange spectres, and I myself heard clash of mighty arms, and quick each man found himself leaped from his bed, naked blade in hand. What may it portend? We be much affrighted!