He be a wondrous Knight, this Launcelot.
’Tis pity this love o’ercame him.
Both pass out. Enter Vivien and Mordred.
Vivien. My heart grows hot to bring things to an issue.
Mordred. Patience! and thou wilt see the issue come.
Launcelot banished, Arthur follows after,
With blustering Gwaine, both ravening for war.
Arthur will leave me regent, then’s mine hour.
(Both pass on.) (Rise inner curtain.) (Enter Arthur, takes his state. Knights and Ladies. Trumpets blow without. Enter Launcelot with the Queen draped in black, with her Ladies. Launcelot leads the Queen, who stands. Launcelot kneels. Arthur averts his face. Launcelot speaks.)
Laun. Sire! by order of the Pope of Rome