You thought of me all the evil that’s in men.

Hate me!

Elaine

Elaine

I cannot. If I would, I cannot.

Launcelot

Launcelot

Made I such pain when I was tasting only

The sweet of the world? Now I have set my will

On the hard path, I suffer and make suffer

All that I touch.

Elaine

Elaine

Let me but suffer for you!

Let me but follow where you go, my lord;

However rough the roads, I’ll travel them;

Though my feet bleed, that shall be sweet to me.

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Launcelot

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