Touching you? Who is this fair maid?

Launcelot

Launcelot

My Queen,

You heard me. Thank her, if you find it thanks

That I am here to serve you.

Guenevere

Guenevere

You are changed.

Something, I know not what, has wrought in you.

You are still absent from me. I hear your voice,

But it is like the dream-voice that was all

I had, these days of desolation. Tell me,

Am I, too, altered?

Launcelot

Launcelot

You are beautiful

As when I first beheld you, Guenevere;

More beautiful.

Guenevere

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