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|
(3, 3) 2274 |
Truly, our time gives us but little ease, |
(3, 3) 2275 |
And scarce a space wherein to rest our limbs: |
(3, 3) 2276 |
No sooner have we slipped our wearied arms |
(3, 3) 2277 |
From their hacked harness than the trumpet breeds |
(3, 3) 2278 |
Another discord. Again, and yet again! |
(3, 3) 2279 |
They hunt us hard, these senseless, savage hordes |
(3, 3) 2280 |
Who waste their lives indifferent on our spears — |
(3, 3) 2281 |
And yet return new-hearted to their task. |
(3, 3) 2282 |
Where shall we soil — |
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|
(3, 3) 2284 |
Where shall we be bayed? |
(3, 3) 2285 |
We shall soon lack the strength to meet our foes |
(3, 3) 2286 |
In the full field. Then shall we need to lurk |
(3, 3) 2287 |
Behind our walls or in the forest deeps. |
(3, 3) 2288 |
Then discontent, long drugged with victory, |
(3, 3) 2289 |
Will wake again. Our lovers will fall off, |
(3, 3) 2290 |
And all who nourish malice in their hearts |
(3, 3) 2291 |
Be quick and active. |
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|
(3, 3) 2293 |
Gawain, |
(3, 3) 2294 |
Thou knowest well that there are many here |
(3, 3) 2295 |
Who love me not. The bondage of our fears |
(3, 3) 2296 |
And common ills hold many in my train. |
(3, 3) 2297 |
Let but success once turn her face from me, |
(3, 3) 2298 |
And then the substance of this state is gone, |
(3, 3) 2299 |
Its shape dissolved, and all its elements |
(3, 3) 2300 |
Content to snatch existence as they can. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2302 |
Nay, I do, Gawain. |
(3, 3) 2303 |
I know thy nature; thine, good Cornwall, too, |
(3, 3) 2304 |
And many others: but I know the mass |
(3, 3) 2305 |
No less than you. No matter, let us turn |
(3, 3) 2306 |
To present measures. Thou art sure, Gawain, |
(3, 3) 2307 |
Of these advices? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2313 |
God! Is there no end |
(3, 3) 2314 |
To their resources? Let me think. The Picts |
(3, 3) 2315 |
Will prey and ravage: thus at Arthuret |
(3, 3) 2316 |
We may withstand them. Tell me now, Gawain: |
(3, 3) 2317 |
What forces have we? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2320 |
They are now at hand? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2322 |
They shall lead the van. |
(3, 3) 2323 |
The men of Cornwall? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2325 |
So much? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2331 |
Three days, Gawain. Send word unto Owain, |
(3, 3) 2332 |
To gather up the forces of North Wales. |
(3, 3) 2333 |
Send a swift summons to our own estate, |
(3, 3) 2334 |
Our personal adherents and all knights |
(3, 3) 2335 |
Who owe us service. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2337 |
No, stay. |
(3, 3) 2338 |
What think you, lords, shall we encounter first |
(3, 3) 2339 |
The painted men, or bend our courses straight |
(3, 3) 2340 |
Against the Angle? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2354 |
True; and more, the force |
(3, 3) 2355 |
We have at Chester should make sure the pass |
(3, 3) 2356 |
Of Arthuret. Therefore, let us go |
(3, 3) 2357 |
Against the Angles. Go, Gawain, and raise |
(3, 3) 2358 |
Our utmost forces. I would march from here |
(3, 3) 2359 |
Within five days — |
|
|
(3, 3) 2361 |
O! I am tired, Cador. {Goes to the window.} |
(3, 3) 2362 |
I front the menace of this age alone. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2364 |
Nay, I mean not that. |
(3, 3) 2365 |
You hear the murmur of my court below? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2367 |
Strange they cannot realise |
(3, 3) 2368 |
How close we lie to very bitter days. |
(3, 3) 2369 |
We can see far. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2371 |
The woods |
(3, 3) 2372 |
Are deep in shadow. Clouds and ever clouds |
(3, 3) 2373 |
Lie on the rim that circles us. How long |
(3, 3) 2374 |
Before the storm burst? All my life is cloud, |
(3, 3) 2375 |
And I am like a shadow in a mist. |
(3, 3) 2376 |
The constant greyness rots my very heart |
(3, 3) 2377 |
And leaves me faithless. I have built my schemes |
(3, 3) 2378 |
Higher than this, and still I cannot see |
(3, 3) 2379 |
For clouds. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2382 |
Eight battles have I won; |
(3, 3) 2383 |
Two fortresses; but I have lost as much |
(3, 3) 2384 |
In confidence. For there's a change, Cador, |
(3, 3) 2385 |
In quality, I cannot understand, |
(3, 3) 2386 |
Amongst my people. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2388 |
I think you are; but we are growing old. |
(3, 3) 2389 |
The phantom outposts of a vanished world, |
(3, 3) 2390 |
The weary servants of a state long dead — |
(3, 3) 2391 |
Such are we. Time outstrides our slender use, |
(3, 3) 2392 |
And I have only striven for an end |
(3, 3) 2393 |
To find it worthless. God must have some plan |
(3, 3) 2394 |
Which we in faith most diligently baulk. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2396 |
Some comfort. No! More truth |
(3, 3) 2397 |
Lives in your silence than a wealth of words. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2401 |
I think so. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2417 |
High speech! |
|
|
(3, 3) 2419 |
The stamped fire smoulders, and oppression fails |
(3, 3) 2420 |
To quench its ardency. I'll stand. |
(3, 3) 2421 |
I will persist: our breed's too hot to end! |
(3, 3) 2422 |
No more exalting: common measures now! |
(3, 3) 2423 |
We must make sure these Saxons gain no ground. |
(3, 3) 2424 |
After Mount Badon we did press them hard, |
(3, 3) 2425 |
And by our swiftness had the space to foil |
(3, 3) 2426 |
Their certain purpose. All's to do again! |
(3, 3) 2427 |
Since we must strike, let it be quick and sure! |
(3, 3) 2428 |
Therefore, I purpose to detach the best |
(3, 3) 2429 |
Of all my forces for thine own command |
(3, 3) 2430 |
To hold these Angles, till I am assured |
(3, 3) 2431 |
Of the true moment when I may deal well |
(3, 3) 2432 |
And strongly with them. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2434 |
Take whom thou wilt, for there's a need in this |
(3, 3) 2435 |
Of subtle leading. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2440 |
He is a noble knight, |
(3, 3) 2441 |
Much loved of me. Your commendation proves |
(3, 3) 2442 |
That we have yet amongst our younger men |
(3, 3) 2443 |
Something of worth. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2453 |
Cador, enough of this |
(3, 3) 2454 |
Stale babbling talk. I am now concentrate |
(3, 3) 2455 |
And set upon the problem of this hour. |
(3, 3) 2456 |
Trouble me not: I am at chess with fate, |
(3, 3) 2457 |
And faiths, opinions, personal device |
(3, 3) 2458 |
May be considered, weighed, but not abused |
(3, 3) 2459 |
By answering. I have my text and view, |
(3, 3) 2460 |
My sight of honour. I know well enough, |
(3, 3) 2461 |
The world is coloured different for each soul, |
(3, 3) 2462 |
That vice and virtue are convenience, |
(3, 3) 2463 |
But for the action of my simple self |
(3, 3) 2464 |
I have rough rules. There is a justice set |
(3, 3) 2465 |
Which, good or ill, suffices for the time, |
(3, 3) 2466 |
O'erstep it not! |
|
|
(3, 3) 2468 |
Go now, |
(3, 3) 2469 |
And haste our measures. No, no words, go now. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2471 |
I grow too harsh. O God, I do not dread |
(3, 3) 2472 |
The chance of battle, favour of the field |
(3, 3) 2473 |
Strange as it is, so much as the grim fall |
(3, 3) 2474 |
That one endures by constant savagery. |
(3, 3) 2475 |
Strife gets a hold upon the growth of man |
(3, 3) 2476 |
As fire upon a thicket. There will stand |
(3, 3) 2477 |
But the bare trunks where once a forest swelled; |
(3, 3) 2478 |
Our leaf and flower will be all consumed, |
(3, 3) 2479 |
And all our lawns be ash, grey shifting ash. |
(3, 3) 2480 |
Flame could not bite, was not our herbage rank |
(3, 3) 2481 |
And dry and sapless? Let it go, the stuff |
(3, 3) 2482 |
Is better burned. Aye, all our imagery, |
(3, 3) 2483 |
Our time-worn fashions, fruitless, lush beliefs |
(3, 3) 2484 |
Shrivel and smoulder to enrich the soil. |
(3, 3) 2485 |
Still, there are roots — no fire can reach to them; |
(3, 3) 2486 |
Though we seem bare, our tangled strength remains |
(3, 3) 2487 |
The base of things. Plain service to the world, |
(3, 3) 2488 |
Common fulfilment, common life and blunt |
(3, 3) 2489 |
Plain honour. Off, all foul complexity! |
(3, 3) 2490 |
And folly reign! {Enter The Queen.} |
(3, 3) 2491 |
Ah! Guinevere, well met. |
(3, 3) 2492 |
I need thy presence to divert my thoughts, |
(3, 3) 2493 |
For I do feel this time looks hungrily |
(3, 3) 2494 |
Upon us all. But we will now forget |
(3, 3) 2495 |
Its sullen meaning. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2497 |
True, I did so. We meet not often now, |
(3, 3) 2498 |
For 'twixt the pleasures of a gentle court, |
(3, 3) 2499 |
And the bare motion of a state at work |
(3, 3) 2500 |
There is much severance. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2506 |
Why, Guinevere, thou knowest all too well |
(3, 3) 2507 |
I irk thee not with aught of government; |
(3, 3) 2508 |
But bid thine eyes look gently on the world |
(3, 3) 2509 |
And see but fairness. All that's grim and harsh |
(3, 3) 2510 |
Becomes mine office. Do I use thee ill? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2512 |
But thou art not so kind |
(3, 3) 2513 |
As thou wast once. I would not thus intrude |
(3, 3) 2514 |
Necessity upon thy pleasures' room |
(3, 3) 2515 |
Were I not driven. But a king's no man, |
(3, 3) 2516 |
His soul is swallowed in his offices, |
(3, 3) 2517 |
And though he guides he's but the instrument |
(3, 3) 2518 |
Of his endeavour. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2520 |
We march |
(3, 3) 2521 |
Once more against our enemies, and thus |
(3, 3) 2522 |
I am compelled to close our Court again. |
(3, 3) 2523 |
There'll be no pleasure, feasting, tilt, or joy |
(3, 3) 2524 |
Within these Halls for many weary days. |
(3, 3) 2525 |
The age grows angry, and our climate turns |
(3, 3) 2526 |
To bitter autumn. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2529 |
So should every Queen |
(3, 3) 2530 |
Accept such knowledge. I am heartened now |
(3, 3) 2531 |
To front the worst our sullen fortune brings: |
(3, 3) 2532 |
Let us forget it. I have troubled thee |
(3, 3) 2533 |
With terms thou hatest; I'll do so no more, |
(3, 3) 2534 |
But turn myself into the gentle world |
(3, 3) 2535 |
Wherein thou livest. I will try to think |
(3, 3) 2536 |
Of pleasant phrases. In my mind break lance, |
(3, 3) 2537 |
Hunt in the forest, fly my hawks abroad, |
(3, 3) 2538 |
Assume the manner of steel sweetly hid |
(3, 3) 2539 |
In silk and samite. Will it please thee, sweet? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2541 |
Nay, come, be kindly now, |
(3, 3) 2542 |
Forget the shadows that live over us, |
(3, 3) 2543 |
And be content to welcome the dull beams |
(3, 3) 2544 |
That glance between them. Tell me, did'st thou see |
(3, 3) 2545 |
The recent combat? Sir Lanval, I am told, |
(3, 3) 2546 |
O'erthrew with ease Sir Agravaine, his foe, |
(3, 3) 2547 |
And might have slain him. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2550 |
He's a worthy knight. |
(3, 3) 2551 |
It is not often that I grant the field |
(3, 3) 2552 |
On such a question. Many make their name |
(3, 3) 2553 |
A cause of battle: hang their honour out |
(3, 3) 2554 |
As't were a sign to lure some customer |
(3, 3) 2555 |
To challenge it. Then they grow overbold, |
(3, 3) 2556 |
Assume a greatness from a lack of trade, |
(3, 3) 2557 |
And earn a lesson. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2560 |
By what means? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2563 |
Nay, thou art unjust, |
(3, 3) 2564 |
And hast been so since the first day he came |
(3, 3) 2565 |
Into my court. I know I was at fault |
(3, 3) 2566 |
In my neglect of his good qualities, |
(3, 3) 2567 |
And came near losing some sweet services |
(3, 3) 2568 |
By lack of notice. That is remedied, |
(3, 3) 2569 |
And it doth shame me that I once forbade |
(3, 3) 2570 |
Him his advancement. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2573 |
I shall not do so. There is none I trust |
(3, 3) 2574 |
More heartily. Why, I am even now |
(3, 3) 2575 |
Content to lay the safety of this realm |
(3, 3) 2576 |
Within his keeping. Cador of Cornwall asks |
(3, 3) 2577 |
For his assistance: is he too deceived? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2582 |
This is intolerance |
(3, 3) 2583 |
Mated with folly. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2586 |
I will hear it out. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2589 |
Have I not said, I know |
(3, 3) 2590 |
I was at fault? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2599 |
Then they lacked courtesy |
(3, 3) 2600 |
To so disdain him. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2605 |
For the cause, I think, |
(3, 3) 2606 |
That Agravaine had called him coward, here |
(3, 3) 2607 |
During his absence. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2613 |
This may be foolish but not treasonable. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2616 |
Is that a treason? Am I king to spy |
(3, 3) 2617 |
On free men's action; hoard the life and ways |
(3, 3) 2618 |
Of my own followers as a miser gold? |
(3, 3) 2619 |
Beyond the measure that our honour needs, |
(3, 3) 2620 |
And our state's standing, I have nought to do. |
(3, 3) 2621 |
Let cease this folly. 'Tis not well to cast |
(3, 3) 2622 |
Such calumny on any knight unless |
(3, 3) 2623 |
Some proof be present. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2625 |
Some dull suspicion born of prejudice. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2634 |
Nay, Guinevere, my fashion has not changed. |
(3, 3) 2635 |
If I am short, I pray thee, pardon me. |
(3, 3) 2636 |
The iron savour of these days is foul |
(3, 3) 2637 |
And clogs the palate. I stand like a hart, |
(3, 3) 2638 |
Bayed by such dangers and so many forms, |
(3, 3) 2639 |
I cannot watch them. Am I harsh? Forgive! |
(3, 3) 2640 |
But I would not that thou shouldst mingle with |
(3, 3) 2641 |
Such bitter business. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2645 |
Thou? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2652 |
That was not well done. |
(3, 3) 2653 |
These questions lie 'twixt men, and men alone, |
(3, 3) 2654 |
And ye the watchers have no part in them. |
(3, 3) 2655 |
I do not grant the right of the closed field |
(3, 3) 2656 |
To make a plaything. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2660 |
There was no need to fear so ill an end. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2663 |
Did he refuse thee? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2665 |
Then be content: there's naught of harm in this. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2667 |
And what of that? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2675 |
In some men, perhaps, |
(3, 3) 2676 |
But not in this one. Nay, thou wast deceived, |
(3, 3) 2677 |
I'll not believe. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2680 |
I cannot so believe. |
(3, 3) 2681 |
It is too easy in the air of Courts, |
(3, 3) 2682 |
When silken speech takes precedence of truth, |
(3, 3) 2683 |
And the world swings in a vain round of ease, |
(3, 3) 2684 |
To find lust hidden in most common words. |
(3, 3) 2685 |
Ye women live in a thick air of dreams, |
(3, 3) 2686 |
In talk of love, light music of the same, |
(3, 3) 2687 |
Until the thoughts become so bound by it |
(3, 3) 2688 |
They cannot wander. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2691 |
All folly's possible, |
(3, 3) 2692 |
But I have trusted and will not believe |
(3, 3) 2693 |
A knight of mine can fail in fealty. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2698 |
What now, Gawain? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2700 |
Whither? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2702 |
'Tis not unlikely. Bid all haste, Gawain; |
(3, 3) 2703 |
Within five days we set our standards up, |
(3, 3) 2704 |
And if it be they seek the forest ways, |
(3, 3) 2705 |
We shall not fail them. Let our cause be known |
(3, 3) 2706 |
So may the fire of our intent take hold, |
(3, 3) 2707 |
And all the hate that smoulders in our souls |
(3, 3) 2708 |
Flame to fresh fury. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2712 |
Let him enter. Go |
(3, 3) 2713 |
And bid all barons that have love for us |
(3, 3) 2714 |
Or for their land, call up their vassalage. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2716 |
Welcome, Sir Lanval, what would'st thou of me? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2719 |
At such a time? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2722 |
Strange, could'st thou |
(3, 3) 2723 |
Not find some leisure in our days of peace |
(3, 3) 2724 |
For such a purpose? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2729 |
'Tis impossible |
(3, 3) 2730 |
At such an hour. I cannot spare a lance. |
(3, 3) 2731 |
The tide that threatens our existence |
(3, 3) 2732 |
Turns to its onset. I am not well pleased |
(3, 3) 2733 |
That thou, Sir Lanval, should'st ask this of me. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2735 |
I will hear no more. |
(3, 3) 2736 |
Since I have use for thy slight services, |
(3, 3) 2737 |
The Duke of Cornwall shall have aid of them. |
(3, 3) 2738 |
Avoid my presence. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2753 |
Come, Guinevere, what need is there of tears? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2755 |
God! How misfortune and ill chance attend |
(3, 3) 2756 |
My course together. Why should Lanval come |
(3, 3) 2757 |
And ask this of me? Shame, perchance regret, |
(3, 3) 2758 |
It may be; yet, the gateway of my faith |
(3, 3) 2759 |
Was barred so firm with confidence in him, |
(3, 3) 2760 |
It hardly yields to reason. Oh! I could |
(3, 3) 2761 |
Be parched with anger, had not life withdrawn |
(3, 3) 2762 |
All wrath from me and poured into my soul |
(3, 3) 2763 |
Nothing but sorrow. I am sick to think |
(3, 3) 2764 |
Of this base happening. {To Guinevere.} Dearest, trust in me: |
(3, 3) 2765 |
If I have been thus slow to apprehend |
(3, 3) 2766 |
Thy cause of grief, I will be swift to heal. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2771 |
Nay, I have not changed, |
(3, 3) 2772 |
Come, tell me all, for surely there should be |
(3, 3) 2773 |
No shame between us. {He sits down by Guinevere.} I can scarce be wroth |
(3, 3) 2774 |
That men grow mad, with such a fairness close |
(3, 3) 2775 |
Unto their being. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2780 |
Nay, Guinevere — |
|
|
(3, 3) 2783 |
Indeed, I love thee as I ever did. |
(3, 3) 2784 |
Thou art to me a very favoured isle, |
(3, 3) 2785 |
Full of sweet shadows and kind silences, |
(3, 3) 2786 |
Where, by good chance, the sea-chafed mariner |
(3, 3) 2787 |
May call at times. Alas, that voyages |
(3, 3) 2788 |
For the grim commerce of disordered life |
(3, 3) 2789 |
Make me infrequent! |
|
|
(3, 3) 2795 |
Come, what is this strange mood? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2806 |
The same bewildered servant of thine eyes, |
(3, 3) 2807 |
As when thy father King Leodegrance |
(3, 3) 2808 |
First led thee to me? Hast forgotten, sweet, |
(3, 3) 2809 |
That war and wonder? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2811 |
How should I not? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2814 |
How strange! |
(3, 3) 2815 |
Thou'lt not believe me faithful? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2822 |
What then? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2832 |
What would you? |
|
|
(3, 3) 2839 |
Of good condition, learned in all arts |
(3, 3) 2840 |
That live with honour, and I have found in him |
(3, 3) 2841 |
Many sweet gifts and gentle qualities. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2857 |
Must it be so? O God! |
(3, 3) 2858 |
Why will the lust that lurks in living things |
(3, 3) 2859 |
Afflict men's being. What's the man to me? |
(3, 3) 2860 |
Stay, Guinevere, I grant thy cause! {Going to door} Gawain! |
|
|
(3, 3) 2862 |
Arrest Sir Lanval, keep him in thy ward, |
(3, 3) 2863 |
Then bid Geraint, Owain and Cornwall here. |
(3, 3) 2864 |
I have a cause which must be tried of them, |
(3, 3) 2865 |
And swiftly. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2867 |
Go, bring them here, I say. |
|
|
(3, 3) 2871 |
An ill thought, |
(3, 3) 2872 |
And a harsh proving! |
|
|
(3, 3) 2874 |
Aye, |
(3, 3) 2875 |
Perhaps we shall, for time's a thief of thoughts; |
(3, 3) 2876 |
But it is bitter to be told of deeds |
(3, 3) 2877 |
That sully knighthood, and to hear of men |
(3, 3) 2878 |
Of noble bearing fallen into fault. |
(3, 3) 2879 |
How many souls wilt thou drag down to death |
(3, 3) 2880 |
Before the end? Me, too, perhaps! |
|
|
(4, 1) 3289 |
Your verdicts, lords! Ye dally overlong. |
|
|
(4, 1) 3297 |
It is well. |
|
|
(4, 1) 3303 |
It is not well, Geraint, |
(4, 1) 3304 |
To so outface me, nor to lay thy speech |
(4, 1) 3305 |
Against the manner of thy peers' consent. |
(4, 1) 3306 |
I did not think Geraint should prove him false. |
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(4, 1) 3316 |
Thy fealty doth bind thee to my cause, |
(4, 1) 3317 |
And this defection is as sour a crime |
(4, 1) 3318 |
As e'er was thought on. |
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(4, 1) 3329 |
Stay. |
(4, 1) 3330 |
Proclaim the verdict of these lords abroad; |
(4, 1) 3331 |
Let all the followers and our retinue |
(4, 1) 3332 |
Know that Sir Lanval is adjudged as base, |
(4, 1) 3333 |
False to his order, to his fealty, |
(4, 1) 3334 |
To all thats honest. |
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|
(4, 1) 3340 |
I could be wroth, Geraint, |
(4, 1) 3341 |
For I have trusted much to thy great soul; |
(4, 1) 3342 |
But all prove false. So we'll not speak of it, |
(4, 1) 3343 |
For this dishonour is to me the man, |
(4, 1) 3344 |
And for my kingship I'll endure it so, |
(4, 1) 3345 |
Being no longer man, but only king. |
(4, 1) 3346 |
Amid the turmoil of these troubled days |
(4, 1) 3347 |
The mist and wrack where wallows all our state, |
(4, 1) 3348 |
My happiness, my pleasure and my faith |
(4, 1) 3349 |
Are all gone down. Let then my honour go |
(4, 1) 3350 |
And sink with them. Geraint, take thou thy task. |
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|
(4, 1) 3352 |
I have not yet deprived |
(4, 1) 3353 |
Thee of thine office. Go, be false or true |
(4, 1) 3354 |
As it shall please thee! I must cringe to man |
(4, 1) 3355 |
And beg his service. |
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|
(4, 2) 4022 |
Halt here. Go thou, Gawain, and seek |
(4, 2) 4023 |
This conflict's meaning. |
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|
(4, 2) 4025 |
We are not too soon, |
(4, 2) 4026 |
For see the pallor which precedes the birth |
(4, 2) 4027 |
Of the wan day. |
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(4, 2) 4030 |
Who is it? |
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(4, 2) 4036 |
No, let it be, Cador, |
(4, 2) 4037 |
Whate'er his rank he'll wait full patiently |
(4, 2) 4038 |
For the last service. |
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(4, 2) 4062 |
Hark, Cador, who's here? |
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(4, 2) 4064 |
What now, Gawain? How goes it? |
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(4, 2) 4068 |
Nobly done. |
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|
(4, 2) 4071 |
We'll venge him — |
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(4, 2) 4075 |
Art sure, Gawain? |
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(4, 2) 4082 |
I will. Ye lords |
(4, 2) 4083 |
And 'sembled barons of this British realm, |
(4, 2) 4084 |
Reveal your favour. Set my standards on, |
(4, 2) 4085 |
Let the red dragon flame above our helms. |
(4, 2) 4086 |
Up, all ye lances that defend this state, |
(4, 2) 4087 |
All hearts that bar oppression, and all blades |
(4, 2) 4088 |
That stand for Britain. 'Tis the hour at last |
(4, 2) 4089 |
Wherein we triumph, and henceforth our foe |
(4, 2) 4090 |
Shall know this valley by the name of woe. |