The marshals of the jousts

That are to celebrate our victory

Attend the King in Council.

Arthur

Arthur

Say I come.

 [Exit Bedivere. 

Bedivere

(Absorbed in his own thoughts, Arthur does not notice the Queen.)

Arthur

Queen

I grow old, I begin to doubt and fear.

Rather a thousand enemies that shout

Their hate, than one that smiles behind me——

Guenevere (softly)

Guenevere

Arthur!

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Arthur

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