But now they’re fitting. None need show me reverence.
Gwaine. Know I not reverence, but I would of facts.
Didst thou proclaim that Guinevere should die
Being found of treason foul against thy person,
And doom her to the stake tomorrow noon?
Arthur. The Queen! the queen! thou sayest, I’ll have no queens!
If there be a Queen tomorrow in this land,
She shall die the death! ’tis the King’s word!
Mordred. Now thou hast thine answer.
Gwaine. Then fear Sir Launcelot’s hate and split this kingdom,