Guin. And art thou not?
Laun. Oh, who art thou that callest Arthur, lord?
Guin. As thou art Arthur, I am Guinevere.
[Launcelot starts back in horror.
Laun. Guinevere! Oh hell make thick your murky curtains.
Day wake no more! stars shrink your eye-hole lights,
And let this damned earth shrivel.
Guin. (Clutching his arm.) And art thou not great Arthur?
Who art thou? O God! who art thou?
Laun. Not Arthur, no! but that damned Launcelot,