Child! Elaine! Look up.

Launcelot

Launcelot

Sir Bernard, I have hurt her but to heal.

Pardon me for this sorrow I have made.

Torre

Torre

Did I not say that we should rue this man?

She has seen to his black heart, and it will kill her.

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Peace, Torre! (To Launcelot) I doubt not you have used all kindness.

We’ll pray that Time amend this in his fashion.

Sir Launcelot, God be with you.

Launcelot

Launcelot

And with you

Would heaven that I could have requited her.

Lavaine

Lavaine

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