With constellations soft and wooing hours

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That speed the bride and bridegroom to their bowers.

Splendid be my prime and soft mine age,

Who am a father to this mighty realm.

Ho there, without!

[Trumpets heard, enter pages.

Page. Mighty Sire, with trumpet and with drum,

The lofty Arthur with his host hath come.

A world of spears and pennons fill the town,

And all the burghers feast their eyes with seeing.

[A clatter of arms without. Enter Launcelot who kneels.

Launcelot

Launcelot. Sir King!

Leo. Where tarries the great Prince Arthur?

Launcelot. He cometh not, my lord.

Leo. And why?

Launcelot. The king on sudden sick at Camelot

Hath sent me with his heart to Camelard

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