Arthur

Arthur

Where was this?

Launcelot

Launcelot

In the thick woods over Astolat.

Arthur

Arthur

You fled me,

Launcelot; and scarcely were you gone, when came

Ill-tidings, and I had sore need of you.

You fled me: for what cause?

Launcelot

Launcelot

I fled not you, my King, I fled not you—

Ask me no more.

Arthur

Arthur

Let be then;

Keep secret what you will. You are come back:

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