(Guinevere takes her state.)
Guin. Arthur of Britain, I answer thee, the King,
I am no more thy wife nor ever was,
Nor am I shamed as Queen to own the love
I’ve borne for Launcelot. In the coming world
He will be mine, as I am truly his.
I wronged thee not great Arthur, but ’twas thou
And hellish circumstance have wrecked my days.
’Tis the Queen’s answer, she will speak no more.
Arthur. Sir Launcelot Du Lake, arise! (Launcelot stands.)