Arthur, King -- Drama; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Tragedies (Drama)
Call your women,
And lock yourselves within some inner room,
That no harm come, till I have seen the King.
I’ll rouse my friends that should have sailed with me
For Brittany to-morrow. With my friends
I’ll go to Arthur.
Guenevere, if a hair upon your head
Be threatened, I’ll not suffer it.
GUENEVERE
Away!
SIXTH SCENE
_The King’s Tower. The same night. Sentinels discovered who move off at
a motion from the King._
ARTHUR _pacing up and down_.
(_Enter_ GAWAINE.)
GAWAINE
Does not the King sleep?
ARTHUR
Gawaine, there are things
Will not be put to sleep: thoughts in the blood....
GAWAINE
You called me. Midnight’s past. It is near dawn.
ARTHUR
There’s something secret round me.
GAWAINE
Not in me,
That with my life would guard you.
ARTHUR
Guard? From what?
What, Gawaine? Why, too, when I came among you--
Bedivere, Mordred, all of you--I heard
Hot cries of quarrel called and answered back--
Why was there silence? When I questioned, none
Found voice.
GAWAINE
They were ashamed.
ARTHUR
Were you ashamed,
Gawaine?
GAWAINE
Not I.
ARTHUR
And yet you answered not.
GAWAINE
My King, you know that Mordred and his friends
Are glib in slander.
ARTHUR
Slander of whom? The truth!
GAWAINE
They hate and envy Launcelot. To-morrow
Let them face Launcelot. You shall hear them then.
ARTHUR
This was no cause they should not speak to-night.
How fell this quarrel out? At my Queen’s feast!
Her guests! and Launcelot absent.
GAWAINE
I forget.
ARTHUR
Remember. It was insult to my Queen.
How could you suffer it?
GAWAINE
I did not, sir.
Nor any of your friends.
ARTHUR
And she, and she?
Said they aught of her, of Guenevere?
GAWAINE
Ah, King,
My blood’s all rage. Pardon my silence now.
ARTHUR
They spoke of her! They have talked of her abroad!
My royal Guenevere! I did not know.
I have been housed in my own roof of cares.
I have been strange to her, that needed me.
Where’s Launcelot?
GAWAINE
He took the young Lavaine,
And they together have buried that fair maid
Who died for Launcelot’s love. He’ll be abed
Ere this.
ARTHUR
Ah!
GAWAINE
Surely.
ARTHUR
Launcelot fled me. Why?
GAWAINE
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