| (1, 1) 370 | Where's the armourer, boy? |
| (1, 1) 372 | He will return? |
| (1, 1) 374 | Good! Heed me not! I know that ye are pressed. |
| (1, 1) 402 | I think it is. |
| (1, 1) 405 | It's well enough. I trust it may be marked |
| (1, 1) 406 | Of all to-morrow. |
| (1, 1) 409 | And what is that? |
| (1, 1) 412 | Be not too confident. |
| (1, 1) 417 | Be gentler, Agravaine, |
| (1, 1) 418 | This pride of bearing will not make thee loved. |
| (1, 1) 423 | Welcome, too, Geraint, |
| (1, 1) 424 | Wilt break a lance to-morrow? |
| (1, 1) 428 | My brother there is anxious to advance |
| (1, 1) 429 | His name and honour. |
| (1, 1) 432 | True, |
| (1, 1) 433 | But he flies high. |
| (1, 1) 514 | Good cousin! |
| (1, 1) 524 | Tis not our custom. |
| (1, 1) 576 | This is not right, Geraint. |
| (1, 1) 578 | The greater folly — |
| (1, 1) 584 | You are too free, Geraint. |
| (1, 1) 590 | Let him prove himself. |
| (1, 1) 613 | I fear it is so. |
| (3, 3) 2283 | Sire? |
| (3, 3) 2292 | There are none. |
| (3, 3) 2301 | You do not trust us? |
| (3, 3) 2308 | Sire, there is no doubt |
| (3, 3) 2309 | The Picts are up, have crossed the Linnuis |
| (3, 3) 2310 | And march on us. Also the messengers |
| (3, 3) 2311 | Bring word the Angles are renewed and helped |
| (3, 3) 2312 | From out their coasts. |
| (3, 3) 2318 | Here? Geraint, alone, |
| (3, 3) 2319 | And his own levies. |
| (3, 3) 2321 | An hour will find them. |
| (3, 3) 2336 | I will go. |
| (3, 3) 2341 | Gainst the Picts, say I. |
| (3, 3) 2342 | They have a foothold in the northern lands, |
| (3, 3) 2343 | And ever hang upon our outer march, |
| (3, 3) 2344 | Primed for eruption. |
| (3, 3) 2695 | Thy pardon, sire, I have sent forth the call |
| (3, 3) 2696 | To bid our forces gather with all speed; |
| (3, 3) 2697 | Also fresh news from Persant in the north. |
| (3, 3) 2699 | The Angles march in strength. |
| (3, 3) 2701 | Toward the wood of Celyddon. |
| (3, 3) 2709 | Sire, Sir Lanval waits |
| (3, 3) 2710 | To speak with thee if thou hast space to hear |
| (3, 3) 2711 | Of his petition. |
| (3, 3) 2866 | Sire! |
| (4, 1) 2981 | He was much noted that he paid no heed |
| (4, 1) 2982 | To such adventures. |
| (4, 1) 3041 | Why should we delay? |
| (4, 1) 3042 | Are we not bound by laws of chivalry? |
| (4, 1) 3043 | We much condemn such action as this man |
| (4, 1) 3044 | Acknowledges. For to excuse this fault |
| (4, 1) 3045 | Were to lend men too great a power of scorn. |
| (4, 1) 3046 | We have some name for honour in the world. |
| (4, 1) 3047 | Shall we give cause that all may say of us, |
| (4, 1) 3048 | "Thus do his vassals honour Arthur's wife! |
| (4, 1) 3049 | This is the kindness and nobility |
| (4, 1) 3050 | Of British princes!"? Is not all our state |
| (4, 1) 3051 | Based upon customs which this man offends? |
| (4, 1) 3052 | The law condemns him. |
| (4, 1) 3058 | Am I the prisoner? |
| (4, 1) 3059 | And must I answer for my honour now? |
| (4, 1) 3066 | As well as I |
| (4, 1) 3067 | Shall answer for. My failing gives no grace, |
| (4, 1) 3068 | No right of entry to our counselling. |
| (4, 1) 3069 | Stay by your rhyming Agravaine, and leave |
| (4, 1) 3070 | This cause to us. |
| (4, 1) 3073 | Poor it is! |
| (4, 1) 3077 | This concerns you not. |
| (4, 1) 3112 | Come, this goes too far; |
| (4, 1) 3113 | An' I were not your brother — |
| (4, 1) 3129 | I do regret, Cador, |
| (4, 1) 3130 | This idle treatment of the very crime |
| (4, 1) 3131 | That suckles evil. Is not chivalry |
| (4, 1) 3132 | Ordained to tread such humours to the ground? |
| (4, 1) 3137 | But still it is our law. |
| (4, 1) 3138 | If knightliness be nothing, what are we? |
| (4, 1) 3145 | Death is the simplest way |
| (4, 1) 3146 | To free ourselves from all embarrassment. |
| (4, 1) 3168 | Is it not enough |
| (4, 1) 3169 | That our agreement smoulders into wrath? |
| (4, 1) 3170 | What skill or courage balances the state |
| (4, 1) 3171 | Of festering discord and half-veiled mistrust, |
| (4, 1) 3172 | That we must enter if he stay with us? |
| (4, 1) 3173 | Come, let the winds of resolution sweep |
| (4, 1) 3174 | Away this mist wherein our souls do stand |
| (4, 1) 3175 | Fiercely opponent. |
| (4, 1) 3182 | Three are well agreed. |
| (4, 1) 3187 | Are we slighted thus? |
| (4, 1) 3188 | This is rebellion! |
| (4, 1) 3206 | Is this a time for threats, |
| (4, 1) 3207 | An hour wherein to gender civil strife? |
| (4, 1) 3225 | Before this failing he had all the gifts |
| (4, 1) 3226 | Of chivalry. |
| (4, 1) 3256 | What power have we that are the instruments |
| (4, 1) 3257 | Of law and custom? |
| (4, 1) 3284 | Owain is right. Let it be banishment. |
| (4, 1) 3328 | Is this not treason? |
| (4, 2) 4065 | Well for us, |
| (4, 2) 4066 | Our slender van has held most gallantly |
| (4, 2) 4067 | The ridge beyond us. |
| (4, 2) 4069 | Geraint |
| (4, 2) 4070 | Is dead. |
| (4, 2) 4072 | But Owain |
| (4, 2) 4073 | Doth hold the field. The Angles are confused |
| (4, 2) 4074 | And stand uncertain. We have but to strike. |
| (4, 2) 4076 | I know not how it comes, |
| (4, 2) 4077 | But if some spirit who did favour us |
| (4, 2) 4078 | Designed this moment, he could not do more |
| (4, 2) 4079 | For victory. |