In time. What ails my Queen?

Guenevere

Guenevere

Nothing at all.

I am but an idle corner of your kingdom;

You are called to graver matters.

Arthur

Arthur

Guenevere,

If that this robe of care that now is on me

Seem to absent my heart, take it not ill,

You know where my heart lives. Perplexities

Even now beset me.

 (Murmurs without.) 

Guenevere

Guenevere

Hark!

Someone cried “Launcelot”! If it were he!

 (Louder murmurs.) 

They do cry “Launcelot”!

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