Guenevere The truth. Launcelot Launcelot I thought to pluck you from my heart: and if Sharp stone or cutting steel could do it, I’d Have spared no agony. But stone nor steel Can root what’s part of every breath I breathe. Though I should stamp on it, it flowers again [Pg 35] [Pg 35] And looks like innocence. I fled from love That was too strong for me. Guenevere Guenevere And fled to her. I see you changed, and she has wrought the change. Insulter, mocking me with sick pretence And virtuous aversions. Love! You love! The burning name is ashes in your mouth.
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