And surely this will cool his fiery blood.
He is the strongest hater I have known
In all my royalty. He would as lief go
To Hell, so that his foe might forfeit Heaven.
Enter Gwaine, borne by Squires and Attendants.
Gwaine. Let me forth—forth, I say! Hell! catiffs, I be better now.
I would at him. Oh!
Attendants. Sire, if he rest not he will die.
The blood runneth from him in streams
So we cannot quench it, do he not lie still.