Dagonet

A Hermit.

Guinevere

Vivien.

Elaine

Unid

MORDRED.

MORDRED.

ACT. I.

SCENE I.—A Hermitage in the Woods.

Enter Arthur, Launcelot and other Knights.

Arthur

Launcelot

Launcelot. Here is a place of prayer, we will alight,

And rest a space and think us of our sins.

Arthur. Launcelot, and were I shrived and clean

Half hell itself were loosened of its pains.

Launcelot. Arthur, friend and lover of my youth,

Could’st thou but throw this black mood from thee now,

And get a sweeter hope into thy soul,

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