Goes to the King now, let me ride with him

To London; let me serve in the King’s wars.

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Your sword must win a wide renown, my son,

Ere he has need of you.

[Pg 9]

[Pg 9]

Lavaine

Lavaine

I’ll win renown;

I’ll hew it from the world, as Launcelot did.

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Patience, my son! If any serves the King

From this house, it shall be my eldest son

First, and your brother bides with me——

Lavaine

Lavaine

Oh, Torre!

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