Guenevere Go you. Arthur Arthur He comes, my friend, my Launcelot! It is true! Launcelot enters and falls on his knee before Arthur. Lavaine follows at a distance. Launcelot Arthur Lavaine Launcelot (kneeling) Launcelot My King! Arthur Arthur My friend! Rise, look me in the face, That I may be assured it is my friend Beside me once again. Launcelot (rising) Launcelot To the last hour.
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