| (1, 1) 377 | I have much else to think of, Meliard. |
| (1, 1) 381 | Enough! |
| (1, 1) 401 | Think'st thou, Gawain, this guard is wide enough? |
| (1, 1) 403 | And see this blazoning! |
| (1, 1) 404 | Twill not look ill on to-morrow's field! |
| (1, 1) 407 | Borne in such a cause |
| (1, 1) 408 | As I uphold. |
| (1, 1) 410 | My own! |
| (1, 1) 411 | It cannot fail. |
| (1, 1) 413 | Why, I am borne upon the central stream |
| (1, 1) 414 | Of Fortune's current. Brother, blame me not; |
| (1, 1) 415 | There is a sweetness in the taste of power |
| (1, 1) 416 | Beyond all savours. |
| (1, 1) 419 | Loved! What care I for any man's regard? |
| (1, 1) 420 | And for the rest this manner has its use. |
| (1, 1) 533 | Should fortune aid me, I believe I hold |
| (1, 1) 534 | As fair a chance upon to-morrow's field |
| (1, 1) 535 | As any man. |
| (1, 1) 545 | Do as thou wilt, Geraint, |
| (1, 1) 546 | But I must fear thy wager is ill found. |
| (1, 1) 549 | No, |
| (1, 1) 550 | I bear no badge. |
| (1, 1) 553 | No, I bear no badge. |
| (1, 1) 558 | Sir, the fair gifts the King has rendered me |
| (1, 1) 559 | For my attainments are not to be staked |
| (1, 1) 560 | In such a manner. |
| (1, 1) 567 | Be it accepted. What paladin is this |
| (1, 1) 568 | I must encounter? |
| (1, 1) 570 | No, Geraint, |
| (1, 1) 571 | I will not rob you. 'Tis too slight a task. |
| (1, 1) 598 | I do know. |
| (1, 1) 599 | He will return when this is overpast; |
| (1, 1) 600 | I had not failed him if he wished to break |
| (1, 1) 601 | A lance with me. But he has never dared. |
| (1, 1) 602 | Therefore, Geraint, thy lands are forfeited |
| (1, 1) 603 | To my possession. |
| (1, 1) 609 | I said he feared, and I will stand by it. |
| (1, 1) 614 | I am well prepared |
| (1, 1) 615 | To answer for it, if Sir Lanval dare! |
| (4, 1) 2890 | But have some patience — |
| (4, 1) 2895 | They'll have ended this |
| (4, 1) 2896 | Within the hour. |
| (4, 1) 2905 | They say the King demands his death. |
| (4, 1) 2910 | A strange heresy! |
| (4, 1) 2913 | None better! |
| (4, 1) 2923 | I do not, Geraint. |
| (4, 1) 2924 | He overthrew me; therefore he must be |
| (4, 1) 2925 | One of the noblest, best, most valiant knights |
| (4, 1) 2926 | In all the world. |
| (4, 1) 2929 | And now to make a pretty tale, |
| (4, 1) 2930 | I should save his? I would 'twere possible. |
| (4, 1) 2931 | But I await this verdict. How can I |
| (4, 1) 2932 | Divert its issue? |
| (4, 1) 2934 | I shall be glad. Oh, the sweet rogue, the rogue! |
| (4, 1) 2935 | To think he had this hidden! I was tricked, |
| (4, 1) 2936 | As all of us. |
| (4, 1) 2938 | Why, I'm kind |
| (4, 1) 2939 | To all that have a likeness to myself. |
| (4, 1) 2942 | Surely. Rascal that he is, |
| (4, 1) 2943 | I almost love him! |
| (4, 1) 2946 | Each to his taste. Here come |
| (4, 1) 2947 | Our solemn judges. God help me, or I'll laugh. |
| (4, 1) 2949 | My lords, the King impatiently attends |
| (4, 1) 2950 | Upon your judgment. |
| (4, 1) 2953 | But, my lords, the knights |
| (4, 1) 2954 | And barons murmur. |
| (4, 1) 3060 | I hope not, brother. I am here prepared |
| (4, 1) 3061 | To be a witness. I could tell a tale |
| (4, 1) 3062 | Of forest meetings, love-quests sought, achieved, |
| (4, 1) 3063 | Some say unwillingly. |
| (4, 1) 3071 | May I not then disclose |
| (4, 1) 3072 | My poor opinion? |
| (4, 1) 3074 | Of you, |
| (4, 1) 3075 | No doubt, my brother. But of other men |
| (4, 1) 3076 | A little different. |
| (4, 1) 3078 | There ye mistake you. I am much concerned; |
| (4, 1) 3079 | Ye try a lust, and who's more competent |
| (4, 1) 3080 | Than I to judge it? Is there lechery? |
| (4, 1) 3081 | I am its master! There's no crime of love |
| (4, 1) 3082 | But I have touched it. |
| (4, 1) 3085 | Nay, I help your dense |
| (4, 1) 3086 | Old wrinkled thoughts. Our King's enangered, hot |
| (4, 1) 3087 | Upon his purpose. Judge as best you can, |
| (4, 1) 3088 | He will accept it. |
| (4, 1) 3091 | Is it worse |
| (4, 1) 3092 | To be a liar than a butcher? Then |
| (4, 1) 3093 | I hope that Lanval's guilty. He may come |
| (4, 1) 3094 | To be as fair a rascal as I am. |
| (4, 1) 3096 | No doubt, |
| (4, 1) 3097 | For death's your woman! A foul taste, Owain, |
| (4, 1) 3098 | To wish your mistress common. |
| (4, 1) 3101 | I could never hope |
| (4, 1) 3102 | To help him much. I had to speak or laugh, |
| (4, 1) 3103 | And laughter would have hurt you more than words. |
| (4, 1) 3105 | Why look, Cador; |
| (4, 1) 3106 | Of you I will say nothing, for I think |
| (4, 1) 3107 | You're kindly minded: but behold Owain, |
| (4, 1) 3108 | Our swart old savage handler of the sword, |
| (4, 1) 3109 | A judge of love! Gawain, the advocate |
| (4, 1) 3110 | Of all the virtues, and the father too |
| (4, 1) 3111 | Of sundry bastards! |
| (4, 1) 3114 | You would lack |
| (4, 1) 3115 | Even a conscience. |
| (4, 1) 3158 | How strange it is that men hate most the deeds |
| (4, 1) 3159 | In others which they practice of themselves. |
| (4, 1) 3160 | What foolishness! |
| (4, 1) 3205 | Have at him, brother! |
| (4, 1) 3261 | This virtue's catching; we shall have a plague |
| (4, 1) 3262 | Of this same honour! |
| (4, 2) 4028 | Here is an early fruit |
| (4, 2) 4029 | Of this encounter. |
| (4, 2) 4031 | No man |
| (4, 2) 4032 | Of consequence. His mail is thin and torn, |
| (4, 2) 4033 | And he's not armoured. |
| (4, 2) 4041 | Lanval, as I live! |
| (4, 2) 4043 | Quiet. We'll not interfere. |
| (4, 2) 4044 | Let him alone. |
| (4, 2) 4046 | God knows. |
| (4, 2) 4047 | We'll serve no purpose in revealing this: |
| (4, 2) 4048 | He'll not have long to wait for company, |
| (4, 2) 4049 | And I'll not grudge him half an hour of hell. |
| (4, 2) 4051 | Why? The man's forgot |
| (4, 2) 4052 | As soon as dead. Here ends an episode, |
| (4, 2) 4053 | One of those little tangled businesses, |
| (4, 2) 4054 | Which colour our existence for a space, |
| (4, 2) 4055 | And then slip down the years. We fought |
| (4, 2) 4056 | Only a week since and I had the worst. |
| (4, 2) 4057 | He was a very tall man of his hands, |
| (4, 2) 4058 | Yet I am living and he's safe and dead. |
| (4, 2) 4059 | Strange, Astamor, that I, the only one |
| (4, 2) 4060 | Who ever came by any harm from him, |
| (4, 2) 4061 | Should so regret him. |
| (4, 2) 4081 | Strike, Sire! |