And holy maiden thoughts all unexpressed.

There hangs fatality upon this place.

I cannot shake its ague from my heart.

I would I were safe back in Camelot,

With this fair Guinevere, great Arthur’s glory.

I’d rather meet the mad kerls of the Isles,

Than come again on such a quest as this.

This Guinevere they say is proud and cold,

Not such a woman as Launcelot would love.

Yea love, what doth it mean, and this strange maiden,

What can she want of me? Aye, here she comes.

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[Pg 25]

Enter Guinevere, veiled.

Guinevere

Guin. My lord forgive this meeting in this place.

(Aside) O, if he like it not!

Launcelot. Wouldst thou ask mine aid?

Guin. Yea, wouldst thou aid a maiden in distress?

Launcelot. Lady, all maidens have a right to a true knight’s help.

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