I’ll look upon thy beauteous face no more.
Let womanhood blossom the days to come,
There never-more will be one like to thee.
(Bends and kisses her hand.) (Guinevere goes toward him.)
Guin. Launcelot, take me with thee, I am thine.
Arthur. And thou the Queen?
Guin. I am no Queen of realm save this man’s heart.
And where he treads, that land to me alone
Beloved of the kingdoms of this earth.
Oh! take me Launcelot, my Lord! my King!