Arthur, King -- Drama; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Tragedies (Drama)
The thought leapt to my mind but now.
SIR BERNARD
Sir Launcelot?
TORRE
Launcelot, the Queen’s paramour.
SIR BERNARD
Shame, Torre! Shame! The King’s friend.
LAVAINE
The best knight
That wears a sword upon this earth.
TORRE
A traitor!
LAVAINE
He serves the Queen, and the Queen chooses him
To be her peerless champion in the lists;
Therefore the vile think evil.
TORRE
You are a boy;
Talk like a boy, think like a boy.
SIR BERNARD
You know
This is Sir Launcelot? He has told it to you?
Many a knight will hide his name for cause
Of some adventure, or some secret vow.
TORRE
Is it not three months since this guest of ours
Was found in the forest with an arrow through him----
Found by Elaine? Would God that hunter’s arrow
Had split his heart in two!
SIR BERNARD
This rage is madness.
TORRE
It’s he. The herald told me of a scar
Upon Sir Launcelot’s forehead. You have seen it.
Look at Elaine, pacing beside him. Watch
How her cheek changes, how she listens----
LAVAINE
Well,
He is not so graceless not to bid good-bye
To her that’s been his hostess and his nurse.
What harm in that?
TORRE
What harm? To lose her heart
And make a pastime for the filcher of it!
Queen, country maid--all’s practice to his lures.
SIR BERNARD
You anger me: so rank in your suspicions.
You read him backward, as the witches do
The holy writ. Whether Launcelot or no,
This is a true man.
TORRE
Father, he is false.
LAVAINE
You slander one that’s better than yourself.
TORRE
He goes. I’ll to the herald now, and I’ll
Proclaim him found.
LAVAINE
And when he goes, I go.
I’ll follow such a man to the world’s end.
TORRE
Lavaine, you shall not.
LAVAINE
And I say, I will.
TORRE
He is the lover of Queen Guenevere.
LAUNCELOT _enters quietly_.
TORRE
None in the Court but knows it, save the King.
SIR BERNARD
Now shame upon you, Torre. Our guest is here.
TORRE
Let me speak, father.
SIR BERNARD
Will you shame our house
And me too? Peace.
TORRE
I must speak out my heart,
Guest or no guest. Sir, will it please you to ask
This guest of ours why he has hid a name
Men know, whether for good or ill----
SIR BERNARD
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