Guin. That I this even meet him in the garden.

Unid. On what pretence, my lady? ’Twere a risky business.

Guin. Thou wilt be veiled and take this golden ring,

Cozen his squire, and say, this for the knight

Who rode within the castle walls to-day.

Leave thou him word, a lady in distress,

Who needeth a knight to aid her in her sorrow,

Would meet him in the garden walls at sunset.

Unid. I will do it my lady, but what if he come not?

Guin. No danger of his not coming if he be

The man I worshipped from my tower this morning.

He’d come were yon rose-plot enchanted ground,

And gated by a thousand belching fiends.

He’d come, my king! Oh Unid, how I love him!

SCENE VI.—A rose garden adjoining the Castle.

Enter Launcelot.

Launcelot

Launcelot. This is a sunset bower for lovers made.

The air seems faint with pale and ruddy bloom,

The red for rosy dreams, the white for pure

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