Gwaine. (To Mess.) What! Thou liest! tell me my brothers be slain?
Mess. ’Tis true, Master, mine own eyes saw them dead.
Gwaine. Hell! who did the deed?
Mess. Sir Launcelot himself. He rode quick i’ the Court And lighted and hacked without looking at whom he met, to reach the Queen, whom bearing to horse, he stayed not to see who were dead or wounded but straight rode away.
Gwaine. This world or the next, he will answer me!
Hell! mine own two brothers, and all for a damned wench!
Queen or no, King, thou shalt answer here.
Yea, all shall answer for this damnèd business.
Mordred. Yea, I will help thee. ’Twas most unnatural,
Who never harmed him, he should serve them so.