Your pains, sir. I have spoken with that herald

And ride with him at once; I had come now

For my farewell.

Torre

Torre

By heaven, and not too soon.

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Torre!

Launcelot

Launcelot

Let him speak.

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Nay, Sir——

Torre

Torre

Have you not eyes?

This paragon of Courts, smiled on of Queens,

Deigns for his rustic leisure to make sport

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