Arthur. Is all safe i’ the camp?
Sir B. Yea, Sire, the sentries are set and watch fires ablaze. And all ready for battle i’ the first dawn.
Arthur. What of the enemy?
Sir B. They be the same, Sire, all seemeth quiet i’ the camp.
Arthur. Remember all watchfulness, so there be no surprise. Thou canst go Bedivere, I would fain sleep.
Sir B. Yea, I go, Sire, and God keep thee this night.
Arthur. Stay, Knight, Arthur of England is a lonely man,
Betrayed of those who should have loved him best.
To-night perchance he fronts the brink of death,
In bloody battle for his rightful kingdom.