Guenevere And you, you too, have suffered. You have been wounded, and I was not there. Ill chances happen, when you go from me. Why did you go from me? And there was none To love me. Launcelot Launcelot Guenevere! The King—— Guenevere Guenevere The King! He gives me to your hands; defends me so, With circumspection, like a palisade From far away; not with a strong right arm About my body and a sword in hand. I am but a custom and an effigy Robed for his realm’s observances; and he [Pg 31] [Pg 31]
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