Launcelot Lavaine Launcelot Launcelot Lavaine, your King. Arthur Arthur Lavaine, be of our court and fellowship. And if you would be patterned, here is one To follow: have him for your heart’s ensample In loyalty, in love, in all that’s honour. [Lavaine bows and retires. Lavaine True stock. I thank you. Launcelot, we celebrate a joust to-morrow In honour of this victory we have won; And you must ride in it: for we were mourning That it should lack the star of all my knights. The Marshals wait me. But my Queen, no word? Welcome him, Guenevere. Give me your hand.
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