To feel the rushing stroke, when you upheld it

There! Dreadful stroke! Good shield! What fight was that?

Launcelot

Launcelot

It was that battle on the Solway shore,

When all the sands were blood, and we were pressed

So heavily by the wild men of the isles

That in the press the King came near his death.

This shielded Arthur then.

Elaine

Elaine

And you, you saved him.

Launcelot

Launcelot

So kingly a King, who would not die for him?

He has made this isle of Britain such a realm

As famous Alexander might have throned

Or Cæsar bled for:

Beat back the Saxon, soldered into one

The princedoms that were all at envious broil

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