| (1, 1) 446 | In these last months there's been a bitter waste — |
| (1, 1) 448 | Of breath. There's been more ditty-making, sighing, |
| (1, 1) 449 | And yammering than I care to keep count of. |
| (1, 1) 451 | Play? |
| (1, 1) 452 | All the babes that can carry a sword without being crushed by the belt, or hit a swinging shield with a practice-spear are bellowing and challenging like bucks. |
| (1, 1) 453 | They'd be better of a little blood-letting. |
| (1, 1) 454 | War's a fine chastener of manners. |
| (1, 1) 456 | God knows I've seen enough of war's true self, |
| (1, 1) 457 | To need no practice in its semblances. |
| (1, 1) 458 | Our strife is over for the time, it seems. |
| (1, 1) 459 | I keep my breath, for I have need of it |
| (1, 1) 460 | For other purpose than this foolishness. |
| (1, 1) 463 | So soon? |
| (1, 1) 465 | The Saxons will not come for such a meal, |
| (1, 1) 466 | Having so tasted of our stuff — |
| (1, 1) 470 | This may please you, the Queen |
| (1, 1) 471 | Hath cast her favour on Sir Agravaine. |
| (1, 1) 473 | Nor do the most of us. |
| (1, 1) 474 | He gained some honour in the Saxon war, |
| (1, 1) 475 | And for that cause is by the Queen preferred, |
| (1, 1) 476 | And so by Arthur much advanced and loved. |
| (1, 1) 480 | The queen doth favour him. |
| (1, 1) 483 | Who? |
| (1, 1) 488 | How could we engage |
| (1, 1) 489 | Him in this passage? |
| (1, 1) 493 | He has not taken part |
| (1, 1) 494 | In joust or tournay since this court was held. |
| (1, 1) 496 | He may have cause to be. |
| (1, 1) 497 | At least I noted that amongst the hosts |
| (1, 1) 498 | Who got rewards and favours of the King, |
| (1, 1) 499 | He was not mentioned. |
| (1, 1) 502 | Maybe he did. Perhaps the King forgot, |
| (1, 1) 503 | Or else Cador. |
| (1, 1) 511 | The devil take all those who have a mind |
| (1, 1) 512 | To cure injustice; there'll be trouble here. |
| (1, 1) 518 | Blunt blades, Bernardo? |
| (1, 1) 520 | Best sharpen them. |
| (1, 1) 522 | Why thus: |
| (1, 1) 523 | There are not enough Picts, Scots, Angles, Saxons, or discontented folk in the kingdom for some of us, so we must needs encourage carving amongst our own friends. |
| (1, 1) 618 | Into the forest. |
| (1, 1) 620 | He rides |
| (1, 1) 621 | Into the evening. |
| (3, 1) 1693 | Hast seen Geraint, Sir Astamor? 'Tis time |
| (3, 1) 1694 | We brought our man to his pavilion. |
| (3, 1) 1697 | Wherefore wait ye here? |
| (3, 1) 1700 | He needs you not: |
| (3, 1) 1701 | I come from him in council with Cador, |
| (3, 1) 1702 | The Duke of Cornwall. |
| (3, 1) 1705 | I will answer for it. |
| (3, 1) 1708 | No, I am not. I said I'll answer for it. |
| (3, 1) 1709 | God speed you, Sirs. {He turns away.} |
| (3, 1) 1712 | Aye, haste away and scuffle for your place. |
| (3, 1) 1713 | Stare with the rabble. Feathers, voices, spurs, |
| (3, 1) 1714 | Are all your being, and suit cockerels |
| (3, 1) 1715 | As well as knights. God! I'd as soon have set |
| (3, 1) 1716 | Two dogs by the ears and had a reeking barn |
| (3, 1) 1717 | Of goggling rustics for their audience |
| (3, 1) 1718 | As touch this business. All in honour's name? |
| (3, 1) 1719 | Oh, honour, virtue, grace, nobility, |
| (3, 1) 1720 | What fools you make of men! |
| (3, 1) 1722 | At last! |
| (3, 1) 1723 | Is Lanval armed? |
| (3, 1) 1725 | We shall be late. |
| (3, 1) 1728 | I did think, Geraint, |
| (3, 1) 1729 | That you had puddled in this mud as much |
| (3, 1) 1730 | As our opponents. Why I am compelled |
| (3, 1) 1731 | To take a hand in this fantastic shift |
| (3, 1) 1732 | I cannot think. |
| (3, 1) 1735 | Well, God deliver me |
| (3, 1) 1736 | From such a friendship. It's a kindly act |
| (3, 1) 1737 | To urge one's friend into a bitter cleft |
| (3, 1) 1738 | Where, if he gains, there's little profit found, |
| (3, 1) 1739 | And if he lose the certainty of shame. |
| (3, 1) 1748 | Hot head, soft heart, these are the devil's aids. |
| (3, 1) 1757 | Good. Thy shoulder, Lanval, smarts? |
| (3, 1) 1759 | Have a care |
| (3, 1) 1760 | To well protect it. |
| (3, 1) 1764 | The marshals to the lists. Let us go down. |
| (3, 1) 2250 | Fool! It is true, he has some wisdom then! |
| (3, 1) 2252 | Well wrought, Sir Lanval. |
| (4, 1) 2984 | Am I a man to trouble in such case? |
| (4, 1) 3030 | God! To be hampered in one's natural work |
| (4, 1) 3031 | For such a case! Here see the clustered spears, |
| (4, 1) 3032 | The glaives and axes of the gathered tribes |
| (4, 1) 3033 | Waiting for us! Our banners are unfurled, |
| (4, 1) 3034 | The lazy standards and forked pennons droop |
| (4, 1) 3035 | And lisp in air. And we alone are dull, |
| (4, 1) 3036 | Wasting the hours that give our homes and lands |
| (4, 1) 3037 | To strangers' holding! |
| (4, 1) 3089 | Why must we be let |
| (4, 1) 3090 | By one who's proved a liar? |
| (4, 1) 3095 | We'll push him to a better end. |
| (4, 1) 3117 | This chattering fool? |
| (4, 1) 3139 | Great talkers, at the least. |
| (4, 1) 3148 | I say kill, hang, or burn. |
| (4, 1) 3149 | I for myself think that he's innocent; |
| (4, 1) 3150 | But this displeasure that his trial gives |
| (4, 1) 3151 | Can serve for guilt. All's guilty which will stand |
| (4, 1) 3152 | Between our nature and its purposes: |
| (4, 1) 3153 | So I condemn him for his innocence |
| (4, 1) 3154 | That fawns on folly. |
| (4, 1) 3176 | Cornwall, let him die. |
| (4, 1) 3177 | Why should this life hold all of us in leash, |
| (4, 1) 3178 | When we are straining to take up the scent, |
| (4, 1) 3179 | And run our quarry? |
| (4, 1) 3223 | I liked him well. |
| (4, 1) 3263 | Hearken now, ye lords, |
| (4, 1) 3264 | And let my bluntness put an end to words. |
| (4, 1) 3265 | I held a liking for this fellow once, |
| (4, 1) 3266 | Since I believed he scorned, as well as I, |
| (4, 1) 3267 | The love adventures, idle quests and aims, |
| (4, 1) 3268 | In fact, all folly that this court adores. |
| (4, 1) 3269 | Since he proved foolish I have lost all care. |
| (4, 1) 3270 | Had but the fool denied this idle taunt, |
| (4, 1) 3271 | And straight acknowledged that he loved the Queen, |
| (4, 1) 3272 | We might have saved him. I advised you kill. |
| (4, 1) 3273 | Death's cheap enough, and we have learnt long since |
| (4, 1) 3274 | How to inflict it. Since Geraint withstands |
| (4, 1) 3275 | The better issue, I'll not baulk his love, |
| (4, 1) 3276 | Though I despise it, and believe that harm |
| (4, 1) 3277 | Will come of it. I bid you banish him. |
| (4, 1) 3278 | Proclaim him guilty, honourless and foul, |
| (4, 1) 3279 | Henceforth degraded from this company. |
| (4, 1) 3280 | Let him go out and see this court no more. |
| (4, 1) 3281 | So shall this cause which doth offend all ears |
| (4, 1) 3282 | Be dead and ended. |
| (4, 2) 3826 | They have joined too soon. |
| (4, 2) 3827 | Split legions in a forest and the odds |
| (4, 2) 3828 | Are 'gainst good timing. What are ye? |
| (4, 2) 3831 | I want an honest man |
| (4, 2) 3832 | To answer me. |
| (4, 2) 3834 | God defend |
| (4, 2) 3835 | You from his leading. You! I do not know |
| (4, 2) 3836 | With what good reason you afflict our paths. |
| (4, 2) 3837 | The common outcome of our judgment is |
| (4, 2) 3838 | That malefactors are enforced to feel |
| (4, 2) 3839 | Their punishment. The sutlers, and the scum |
| (4, 2) 3840 | Of ragged thieves who haunt our armies' march, |
| (4, 2) 3841 | Should be behind. |
| (4, 2) 3843 | Peace, you. But I am glad that you are dumb: |
| (4, 2) 3844 | Shame marks a vestige of your former state. |
| (4, 2) 3845 | Now better it, and get you out from us. |
| (4, 2) 3846 | You, Gyfert, follow us. |
| (4, 2) 3849 | And a cur to lead! |
| (4, 2) 3850 | Not gone yet, fool? Out of my path, you dog. |
| (4, 2) 3854 | Honour protects no vermin! What, my friend, |
| (4, 2) 3855 | Will you shew teeth? |
| (4, 2) 3858 | Hearken, they're to it. Our good game begins. |
| (4, 2) 3859 | Out, swords, and follow! |