Topple yonder King and bring him down,
As thou wouldst love to. Gwaine will none o’ this.
The Pope shall hear it! What’s a woman worth!
That truth, or untruth, she should wreck a kingdom?
Enter a Messenger in haste.
Mordred. Speak!
Mess. Sir Launcelot and many Knights have rescued the Queen and have taken her to Joyeous Guarde, and in the quick struggle Sir Gareth, and Sir Lynnette were slain.
Arthur. More woes! More woes! Where will this end?
Mordred. (To Sir Gwaine.) Now art thou satisfied?