| (Bernardo) {To an apprentice, painting.} | |
| (Charcoal-burner 2) Why, since we're free of the forest, let's make the most of it. | |
| (1, 2) 634 | It's getting dark. |
| (Charcoal-burner 1) Aye, so it is. | |
| (Lanval) Knowest thou the roads that lead beyond this place? | |
| (1, 2) 671 | Truly, my lord, I dare not overstep |
| (1, 2) 672 | These certain limits. |
| (Lanval) Is this truth? | |
| (Lanval) Is this truth? | |
| (1, 2) 674 | My lord. |
| (Lanval) Fear not, I shall not do you harm! | |
| (Lanval) What then? | |
| (1, 2) 722 | Oh, my lord, |
| (1, 2) 723 | Certain fair knights have wandered to this glade, |
| (1, 2) 724 | Seeking the fear that ever haunted it. |
| (1, 2) 725 | This hungry forest hath consumed their lives; |
| (1, 2) 726 | No man has seen them, nor has any heard |
| (1, 2) 727 | Aught of their end at any time again. |
| (1, 2) 728 | Sweet sir, return, for to remain is — |