| (3, 3) 2324 | I shall need three days. |
| (3, 3) 2326 | Thy pardon, Sire, I had not thought |
| (3, 3) 2327 | That this occasion could have grown so swift. |
| (3, 3) 2328 | My men were weary with long services, |
| (3, 3) 2329 | And well deserved a little space of ease. |
| (3, 3) 2330 | If there be blame, I trust it may be mine. |
| (3, 3) 2345 | But the Anglian hosts |
| (3, 3) 2346 | Are numerous, well armed and grimly wrought. |
| (3, 3) 2347 | The Scots and Picts are but fierce savages |
| (3, 3) 2348 | Whose wild invasion has no cause or aim, |
| (3, 3) 2349 | But bloody instinct bids them burn and slay |
| (3, 3) 2350 | Like a disease. These we can cure in time, |
| (3, 3) 2351 | But the white Angles have a dangerous end; |
| (3, 3) 2352 | They mean our conquest and have interest in |
| (3, 3) 2353 | Our whole destruction. |
| (3, 3) 2363 | I serve you still. |
| (3, 3) 2366 | I hear it. |
| (3, 3) 2370 | The tower is high. |
| (3, 3) 2380 | Nay, Sire, this poor despondency |
| (3, 3) 2381 | Befits you not. |
| (3, 3) 2387 | I am still the same. |
| (3, 3) 2395 | What can I say? |
| (3, 3) 2399 | You look too far. As like as not this realm |
| (3, 3) 2400 | Is doomed! |
| (3, 3) 2402 | Let it be. The end |
| (3, 3) 2403 | Is no great matter; it provides a phase |
| (3, 3) 2404 | Of pleasant action and sweet enterprise: |
| (3, 3) 2405 | If we are old, this ominous strange hour |
| (3, 3) 2406 | Should give us pleasure: we can round our lives |
| (3, 3) 2407 | With a fine end. Man lives too easily: |
| (3, 3) 2408 | His birth concerns him not; his youth |
| (3, 3) 2409 | Is spent in learning; often all his life |
| (3, 3) 2410 | Is waste incarnate. Therefore he is glad |
| (3, 3) 2411 | To make his end a picture and a grace |
| (3, 3) 2412 | He lacked before; so we'll end worthily |
| (3, 3) 2413 | And drag the mass in spite of them to act, |
| (3, 3) 2414 | Make cowards heroes, common men high souls: |
| (3, 3) 2415 | Thus shall we do more service to the world |
| (3, 3) 2416 | Than conquerors — |
| (3, 3) 2418 | My King, be strong! |
| (3, 3) 2433 | I do understand. |
| (3, 3) 2436 | I'll take Lanval, then: |
| (3, 3) 2437 | After Mount Badon he served under me, |
| (3, 3) 2438 | And I was holpen better than I dared |
| (3, 3) 2439 | Expect of him. |
| (3, 3) 2444 | For his nobility |
| (3, 3) 2445 | And all his virtues, whatsoe'er they are, |
| (3, 3) 2446 | I do not care. He has an eye for ground, |
| (3, 3) 2447 | The trick of leading and the qualities |
| (3, 3) 2448 | Which make a soldier. He may have as well |
| (3, 3) 2449 | A hundred traits most notable and fair. |
| (3, 3) 2450 | But virtues never won a battle yet, |
| (3, 3) 2451 | And noble thoughts are but poor armoury |
| (3, 3) 2452 | When steel's in question. |
| (3, 3) 2467 | Pardon, Sire. |
| (4, 1) 2951 | In a little time |
| (4, 1) 2952 | We shall decide it. |
| (4, 1) 2955 | Go, disturb us not. |
| (4, 1) 2958 | Geraint, he has confessed. |
| (4, 1) 2959 | He did compare some paramour of his |
| (4, 1) 2960 | To Guinevere: maintained her fairer far |
| (4, 1) 2961 | Than any damsel of the court. How then |
| (4, 1) 2962 | Shall I believe this taunt was unprovoked |
| (4, 1) 2963 | By some denial? |
| (4, 1) 2966 | This is no time to play with subtlety. |
| (4, 1) 2967 | I would have saved him were it possible. |
| (4, 1) 2968 | He loved some woman. It is hers to save, |
| (4, 1) 2969 | At least to prove that vile malignity |
| (4, 1) 2970 | Bred not his words; and where can she be found? |
| (4, 1) 2971 | Prove her existence! |
| (4, 1) 2974 | Will not Sir Lanval tell |
| (4, 1) 2975 | Her name and habit? |
| (4, 1) 2979 | I greatly fear this woman never lived. |
| (4, 1) 2980 | Hast thou, Gawain, heard aught of his desires? |
| (4, 1) 2983 | Dost thou know, Owain? |
| (4, 1) 2985 | How can I doubt? His guilt is evident. |
| (4, 1) 2993 | I, as well as thou, |
| (4, 1) 2994 | Know Lanval's worth. But I will not offend |
| (4, 1) 2995 | The King I serve to save nobility. |
| (4, 1) 2996 | True, it is folly to destroy a soul |
| (4, 1) 2997 | For following nature. True, I cannot tell |
| (4, 1) 2998 | If he be guilty or most innocent. |
| (4, 1) 2999 | True, we shall lose a man of some account; |
| (4, 1) 3000 | But I'll not risk disunion in our arms, |
| (4, 1) 3001 | The King's suspicion, and the thousand ills |
| (4, 1) 3002 | That have their birth in idle clemency. |
| (4, 1) 3004 | Care I if it's not? |
| (4, 1) 3005 | I judge this case for plain commodity. |
| (4, 1) 3006 | We are too near the savagery of war |
| (4, 1) 3007 | To let one life prevent our purposes. |
| (4, 1) 3008 | Justice itself is but a luxury |
| (4, 1) 3009 | That states which stand beyond their neighbour's hopes |
| (4, 1) 3010 | Can well afford. One can do wrong, Geraint, |
| (4, 1) 3011 | Sobeit action does not foul the wheels |
| (4, 1) 3012 | Of man's intention. |
| (4, 1) 3017 | What matters innocence? |
| (4, 1) 3018 | You have a liking for the man, I know; |
| (4, 1) 3019 | Not without cause. For you he is a shape |
| (4, 1) 3020 | Bright in our shadows with the light he draws |
| (4, 1) 3021 | From your affection. We, indifferent, |
| (4, 1) 3022 | See but a motion irksome, irritant |
| (4, 1) 3023 | In our estate. |
| (4, 1) 3025 | I never wished a harm to any man |
| (4, 1) 3026 | In all my workings. But in nature's course |
| (4, 1) 3027 | I have wrecked many. See, Owain is wroth, |
| (4, 1) 3028 | And the grim chariot of our life rolls on. |
| (4, 1) 3038 | Patience, good Owain. |
| (4, 1) 3039 | Let not the presence of this movement mar |
| (4, 1) 3040 | Our graver judgment. |
| (4, 1) 3083 | Agravaine, our time |
| (4, 1) 3084 | Brooks not such hindrance. |
| (4, 1) 3099 | This address |
| (4, 1) 3100 | Will do your man small service. |
| (4, 1) 3104 | I see small cause for it. |
| (4, 1) 3118 | Must I be judge as well |
| (4, 1) 3119 | Of our opinions on each other's fame? |
| (4, 1) 3120 | Drink in this vile detraction while our arms |
| (4, 1) 3121 | Await their leaders? Ye do much mistake |
| (4, 1) 3122 | The office ye fulfil. We'll speak |
| (4, 1) 3123 | Only of this which lies before us now. |
| (4, 1) 3124 | No more, Geraint, I know your arguments. |
| (4, 1) 3125 | Our task is simple. We have but to prove |
| (4, 1) 3126 | The value, measure, and extent of ill. |
| (4, 1) 3127 | Is folly sin? I think this man's more fool |
| (4, 1) 3128 | Than traitorous. |
| (4, 1) 3133 | Aye, so it is. I value it myself |
| (4, 1) 3134 | As just a charm to school souls passionate, |
| (4, 1) 3135 | But not a custom whose infraction needs |
| (4, 1) 3136 | Dread penalties. |
| (4, 1) 3140 | 'Tis true. |
| (4, 1) 3141 | Well, now, to finish: for some foolish speech, |
| (4, 1) 3142 | And still more foolish action, we condemn |
| (4, 1) 3143 | The likeliest leader who served under me. |
| (4, 1) 3144 | How punish him? |
| (4, 1) 3147 | And thou, Owain? |
| (4, 1) 3155 | What say'st thou, Geraint? |
| (4, 1) 3163 | I like it not. This man |
| (4, 1) 3164 | Deserves not death, for we must not use laws |
| (4, 1) 3165 | To lop our trunk of its most worthy limbs. |
| (4, 1) 3166 | Upon the basis of some idle words |
| (4, 1) 3167 | Shall we build scaffolds? |
| (4, 1) 3180 | If it must be death — |
| (4, 1) 3209 | I know well, Geraint, |
| (4, 1) 3210 | We cannot spare thee. Yet it is ill done |
| (4, 1) 3211 | If thou dost seek from out our poverty |
| (4, 1) 3212 | To force acquaintance of a natural crime. |
| (4, 1) 3214 | Am I a vampire then, |
| (4, 1) 3215 | Who gluts himself upon the blood of man? |
| (4, 1) 3216 | Come, let us reason. We must needs condemn. |
| (4, 1) 3217 | Were we to quit him, could our King believe |
| (4, 1) 3218 | That we who held his honour in such scorn |
| (4, 1) 3219 | Were true and faithful! Would he not suspect? |
| (4, 1) 3220 | And God! the need is heavy on us now |
| (4, 1) 3221 | Of confidence. I wish this man no ill, |
| (4, 1) 3222 | Dost thou, Owain? |
| (4, 1) 3224 | And thou? |
| (4, 1) 3227 | See thou, Geraint, we seek |
| (4, 1) 3228 | His condemnation not of our own selves, |
| (4, 1) 3229 | But of the flood wherein our persons merge. |
| (4, 1) 3230 | Did not occasion so constrain our ends, |
| (4, 1) 3231 | We'd soon acquit him; so he'd live again, |
| (4, 1) 3232 | Chastened of sorrow, to redeem his fault, |
| (4, 1) 3233 | And future deeds do penance for all hurt. |
| (4, 1) 3235 | There is no future now, |
| (4, 1) 3236 | But only present. |
| (4, 1) 3239 | I do wish he could. |
| (4, 1) 3240 | Most wrongs are deeds in idleness conceived, |
| (4, 1) 3241 | Which have the fashion of true worth in them |
| (4, 1) 3242 | Born at ill times. |
| (4, 1) 3258 | Ask us not, Geraint, |
| (4, 1) 3259 | To shrink from judgment! |
| (4, 1) 3283 | What say'st thou, Gawain? |
| (4, 1) 3287 | Enough, the King is here. |
| (4, 1) 3290 | Sire, we agree. |
| (4, 1) 3292 | We three |
| (4, 1) 3293 | Have thus determined — that Sir Lanval leave |
| (4, 1) 3294 | This court for ever, having been proclaimed |
| (4, 1) 3295 | Unworthy of true men's respect. His name |
| (4, 1) 3296 | To be unknown among us. |
| (4, 2) 4034 | Yet, Astamor, I think |
| (4, 2) 4035 | I know that shape. |