Mordred and Hildebrand: A Book of Tragedies
SCENE III.--_Another part of the forest._--LAUNCELOT and GWAINE.
_Gwaine._ Launcelot, thou art a fool. Thou art the King’s man, and the best. Thou hast an arm and a sword on it. Thou must come. I will no longer here.
_Laun._ I may not, this hurt be too deep.
_Gwaine._ Damn thy hurt, man! thou art sound as I.
_Laun._ ’Tis a deep hurt, Launcelot fights no more. Here will I die.
_Gwaine._ Better go a Monk, thou art a fool, Man. This love is a girl’s folly. Fighting is a man’s trade and his sword his true mistress. Gwaine will have no other. Come, thou art not dead yet.
_Laun._ Aye Gwaine thou wastest words, Launcelot is ended.
_Gwaine._ Damn thee! I gave my word I would bring thee, will I have to go foresworn else carry thee on my back. Have I cured thy madness but for this?
_Laun._ Nay, nay, make peace best thou canst. Thou art a good fellow, but I cannot. Launcelot will die here.
_Gwaine._ I say, damn thee, thou shalt come!
_Laun._ Thou liest! (_Both spring to their feet and draw._) (_Trumpets without._) (_Enter the_ KING’S Messengers.)
_Gwaine._ Who comes?
_Mess._ From the King.
_Gwaine._ What want ye?
_Mess._ We seek two knights, Sir Launcelot and Sir Gwaine.
_Gwaine._ We be thy men--what be thy message?
_Mess._ The King desireth thee in great haste, the Queen be in great peril.
_Laun._ Nay!
_Mess._ Yea, of her life. She be condemned to the stake if a knight assoil her not with his body on her accuser tomorrow noon.
_Laun._ Dread Heaven!
_Gwaine._ What be the accusation?
_Mess._ Murder on the body of Sir Patrise.
_Laun._ Enough! hast thou brought horses?
_Mess._ Yea.
_Laun._ Then quick! on your lives! lead us hence!
[_Exit_ LAUNCELOT and Messengers.
_Gwaine._ The foul fiend take this love! It be a queer sickness indeed. Anon it made him like to luke water, and now he be all fire. It bloweth now up now down, like the wind i’ a chimney. Yea I love that man like a father his child. There is no sword like to his i’ the whole kingdom. An’ a wench that be a queen leadeth him like a goss-hawk. (_Voices without._)
Yea, I am coming. [_Exit._