Launcelot Launcelot By the black winter waves Under Tintagel towers, that blow was dealt. Elaine Elaine Wonderful shield, that has endured such blows And borne your mortal wounds for you, and been Where I would fain have been! I feel as if Those dreadful murderous thrusts were in my body. How had I gloried to be this, that saved you! Leave me the shield that has your story on it Till I have all its battles in my heart. Launcelot Launcelot How should a knight do battle without his shield? Elaine Elaine I must resign it then. Take your good shield, But I will keep its case. Look! I have stitched
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