Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Sir Launcelot——

(Elaine, hearing the name, gives a little cry of wonder.)

Elaine

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[Pg 15]

Elaine! Speak with her, then.

You have my trust. My sons, come.

Torre

Torre

You are blind.

We shall taste bitterness ere this be done.

 [Sir Bernard goes out with his sons. 

Sir Bernard

Elaine

Elaine

Sir Launcelot! Sir Launcelot of the Lake?

Was it the famed Sir Launcelot that I found

Like a dead man so pale on the dead leaves?

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