You’ll love some other man, some better man.

And whosoever it be, I give you both

A dowry of my treasure and my lands

To you and to your heirs, and I will be

Your own knight till I die.

Elaine

Elaine

None of all this,

None of all this I want; only your love.

Give me your love, or my good days are done.

Launcelot

Launcelot

You know not what you ask, nor whom you ask.

I have a sin heavy upon my soul.

Elaine

Elaine

What is that to me, who love you?

Launcelot

Launcelot

It were better

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