And last drop of my blood.

Arthur

Arthur

See, Guenevere,

Our hope is havened. Our Launcelot returns.

Whence come you? Tell me.

Launcelot

Launcelot

Ah, what matters whence,

Since I am come to serve my only King?

Arthur

Arthur

Pale, too! I think some suffering’s written here.

Launcelot

Launcelot

I am but new-recovered from a wound.

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Arthur

Arthur

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