My lord!
Laun. It seems that we were never strangers.
[Folds her in his arms and kisses her.
Guin. All life hath been but shaping up to this.
Laun. Oh could this sunset be but gold forever.
Guin. My lord Arthur!
Laun. (Starts back.) Great God!
Guin. Kiss me. Why Great God?
Thou art my God when thy lips are so sweet.
Laun. Why calledst thou me Arthur?