Launcelot. Nay, mine own Arthur, men will rather say:
Why stayed the king, unkingly, thus at home,
And sent forth Launcelot to meet his bride?
Oh Arthur, by my love, go forth thyself.
Rather thou sentest me sack a hundred cities
Than do this deed that will un-king thee so.
Arthur. Launcelot, I would rather die than go.
Launcelot. Yea Arthur, I would rather die than go.
Arthur. Launcelot lovest thou thine Arthur?
Launcelot. Yea Arthur, well thou knowest.