Gwaine. King, I be a shamed man. Damn this world!
I will shut it out o’ my knowledge. I be in pieces.
Arthur. Thou hast had enough, temper thy hates.
And do thy brothers more they lodge in Hell.
I am for England.
Gwaine. Nay, King, let me but once more.
Arthur. Thou canst scarce utter, thou wilt die.
Gwaine. Nay, I will stand his front so long as I may hold a blade, and shake it at him!
Enter a Messenger in great haste.
Arthur. Whence come you?