I love thee, King, as doth no other man,
And did no hideous fate come in between
I had been thy Launcelot still.
Arthur. (Aside.) Great God! Now my heart breaketh.
(To Launcelot.) Begone, false Knight. ’Tis enough.
Laun. Yea yet a little, Sire, it is the end.
If Gwaine would hearken I would answer him
For his two brothers.
Gwaine. Nay, nay I’ll not hearken.