And for the very reverence I bear her,
A maiden princess, I would hold as snow
In each thing that regardeth purity.
By all the love that I would bear to her,
I would not have her meet me in this mood.
But I would have her meet her Arthur when
In kingly grace he is himself a king.
Yea, Launcelot for this I sent for thee.
’Tis mine intent that I should tarry here
And in the joustings cure me of this fit,