| (Bernardo) {To an apprentice, painting.} | |
| (Agravaine) I have much else to think of, Meliard. | |
| (1, 1) 378 | I dreamt this night, pardie, |
| (1, 1) 379 | An elf queen should my leman be, |
| (1, 1) 380 | And lie beneath — |
| (Agravaine) Enough! | |
| (Agravaine) Enough! | |
| (1, 1) 382 | She were cold else. |
| (1, 1) 384 | See, Meliard, he cannot even bear |
| (1, 1) 385 | The little mention of a covering. |
| (Meliard) Behold his meditation and his frown, | |
| (Meliard) On vacancy. | |
| (1, 1) 389 | He only loves his thoughts |
| (1, 1) 390 | And smiles on them. But still I do him wrong. |
| (Meliard) How, Astamor? | |
| (Meliard) How, Astamor? | |
| (1, 1) 392 | Why, did he love his thoughts |
| (1, 1) 393 | But half as much as he does love himself, |
| (1, 1) 394 | He would out-shock the poets. |
| (Meliard) We hate pride | |
| (Meliard) To humble it. | |
| (1, 1) 398 | But only the good will, |
| (1, 1) 399 | God send us some one for the noble task. |
| (Agravaine) Think'st thou, Gawain, this guard is wide enough? | |
| (Geraint) And Astamor. All's well with you, I hope! | |
| (1, 1) 440 | Well met, Geraint. We fare much the same |
| (1, 1) 441 | As we did ever. |
| (Geraint) {aside} And are likely to, | |
| (Charcoal-burner 2) Here, sir, they be — | |
| (2, 2) 1369 | Geraint? |
| (Geraint) Astamor, is it? | |
| (Geraint) Astamor, is it? | |
| (2, 2) 1371 | Surely. |
| (Geraint) Then well met, | |
| (Geraint) Sir Astamor. | |
| (2, 2) 1374 | Well met, Geraint, I come |
| (2, 2) 1375 | Hot-foot to bring you summons to our war. |
| (Geraint) War? | |
| (Geraint) War? | |
| (2, 2) 1377 | Aye, and no small one, in the pagan term. |
| (2, 2) 1378 | The fire is up. The northmen have come down, |
| (2, 2) 1379 | And the red Gaul from westward. Work's to hand. |
| (2, 2) 1380 | You have not found him? |
| (Geraint) No, nor shall I find | |
| (Geraint) Aught but the knowledge I was fool to seek. | |
| (2, 2) 1383 | I hoped to hear some better news than this. |
| (Geraint) It's pitiful. Three months of wasted search | |
| (Geraint) Of silly spirits haunt this miry wood. | |
| (2, 2) 1389 | I can believe them. |
| (Geraint) I am willing to, | |
| (Geraint) How came this war? | |
| (2, 2) 1397 | In old and usual wise, |
| (2, 2) 1398 | A messenger from some far fort besieged, |
| (2, 2) 1399 | A rumour spreading from the common folk, |
| (2, 2) 1400 | And then appeals, reports, and fearsome signs. |
| (2, 2) 1401 | Then at the last plain statement of the case, |
| (2, 2) 1402 | Two towers have fallen on the Clyde, the Gaul |
| (2, 2) 1403 | Comes inward from the west, is helped |
| (2, 2) 1404 | By the winged northmen. |
| (Geraint) Is it so! How far | |
| (Geraint) Have they pressed on? | |
| (2, 2) 1407 | I know not. They say |
| (2, 2) 1408 | Caer Rhiddocks ta'en. |
| (Geraint) Then we can waste no time. | |
| (Geraint) My horse and arms! | |
| (2, 2) 1415 | How is it, Geraint, |
| (2, 2) 1416 | Lanval has 'scaped you? |
| (Geraint) That I cannot tell. | |
| (Geraint) Upon his body. | |
| (2, 2) 1422 | You give him good scope. |
| (Geraint) I swore I'd rax the whole wide earth for him. | |
| (Geraint) To this pursuit. | |
| (2, 2) 1433 | Too much persistency |
| (2, 2) 1434 | To spend on such an object. |
| (Geraint) {aside to Gyfert} Closer still; | |
| (Geraint) For further effort. Are your horses near? | |
| (2, 2) 1444 | Not far. No doubt some of these sullen dogs |
| (2, 2) 1445 | Did murder him. |
| (Geraint) I thought of hanging them | |
| (Geraint) I'm sure of it. | |
| (2, 2) 1449 | Well, if you think so — |
| (Geraint) Come! | |
| (Geraint) We waste the hours. How far to Carduel? | |
| (2, 2) 1452 | One day's hard riding, though I squandered ten |
| (2, 2) 1453 | In finding you. |
| (Geraint) To horse, then. | |
| (Geraint) {aside} There's the most heartfelt greeting of my life. | |
| (2, 2) 1467 | Welcome, Sir Lanval. |
| (Lanval) Welcome, Astamor. | |
| (Geraint) Hast lost the count of time? | |
| (2, 2) 1487 | He seems half dazed. |
| (2, 2) 1488 | Hast thou been wounded, man, |
| (2, 2) 1489 | Or in a sickness? |
| (Lanval) I am well enough. | |
| (Geraint) We'll hear no less! | |
| (2, 2) 1493 | Aye, Lanval, tell it us. |
| (Lanval) What shall I tell you? Ye seem real men, | |
| (Lanval) How thin and vap'rous is reality! | |
| (2, 2) 1499 | This should be magic. |
| (Geraint) Wait. | |
| (Geraint) New arms? They shame Bernardo's fairest craft. | |
| (2, 2) 1514 | What workmanship! |
| (Geraint) Aye, see this, Astamor. | |
| (Lanval) Can I forget so soon. I may not speak. | |
| (2, 2) 1520 | Thou dost but edge our interest — |
| (Lanval) I am | |
| (Lanval) In honour bound. | |
| (2, 2) 1523 | But surely we may hear |
| (2, 2) 1524 | Some outline of the tale. |
| (Lanval) E'en now | |
| (Geraint) I put at issue. {He hesitates.} | |
| (2, 2) 1553 | Come, be short, Geraint, |
| (2, 2) 1554 | The sun is high. |
| (Geraint) I so upheld your cause | |
| (Lanval) Such terms of service. | |
| (2, 2) 1561 | We do linger here |
| (2, 2) 1562 | While war's abroad. |
| (Geraint) I was too hot, perhaps, | |
| (Guinevere) Door (R) to stairway leading to the lists. | |
| (3, 1) 1652 | Still, Meliard, we shall see well from here. |
| (Meliard) How can one judge the value of a stroke | |
| (Meliard) From such a distance? | |
| (3, 1) 1655 | We are high, 'tis true, |
| (3, 1) 1656 | But since our service keeps us to this room, |
| (3, 1) 1657 | We must make shift to watch as best we can. |
| (Meliard) How long, think you, will our attendance last? | |
| (Meliard) How long, think you, will our attendance last? | |
| (3, 1) 1659 | I do not know. They say that messengers |
| (3, 1) 1660 | Have come from Persant. |
| (Meliard) War again? | |
| (Meliard) War again? | |
| (3, 1) 1662 | No doubt. |
| (Meliard) I'd not have missed this meeting for the half | |
| (Meliard) And lustful ruffian Agravaine? | |
| (3, 1) 1667 | Take care! |
| (3, 1) 1668 | There are some here who love him. I do not, |
| (3, 1) 1669 | And yet I'm cautious of too much disdain. |
| (Meliard) Lanval should gain! | |
| (Meliard) Lanval should gain! | |
| (3, 1) 1671 | But he is wounded, man! |
| (Meliard) Wounded? | |
| (Meliard) Wounded? | |
| (3, 1) 1673 | He got a bitter hurt of late; |
| (3, 1) 1674 | A Pictish shaft through the left shoulder. |
| (Meliard) Hurt, | |
| (Meliard) And he will yet risk all in this debate? | |
| (3, 1) 1677 | Oh, it concerns a very trifling fact; |
| (3, 1) 1678 | He was accused of cowardice. |
| (Meliard) That charge | |
| (Meliard) Was folly on the face of it. | |
| (3, 1) 1681 | Of course; |
| (3, 1) 1682 | Yet, Meliard, we both of us were there, |
| (3, 1) 1683 | When this strange charge was first of all preferred. |
| (3, 1) 1684 | Strange, that we saw no folly in it then! |
| (Meliard) Their conflict should be very hotly fought. | |
| (Meliard) Their conflict should be very hotly fought. | |
| (3, 1) 1686 | Lanval's the defter in the use of swords, |
| (3, 1) 1687 | And has the better eye for measure — |
| (Meliard) But his wound — | |
| (Meliard) And Agravaine's great strength! | |
| (3, 1) 1690 | Well, we shall see, |
| (3, 1) 1691 | It's close on noon, for look, the shadows shrink. |
| (Owain) Hast seen Geraint, Sir Astamor? 'Tis time | |
| (Owain) We brought our man to his pavilion. | |
| (3, 1) 1695 | No Owain, |
| (3, 1) 1696 | I have not seen him. |
| (Owain) Wherefore wait ye here? | |
| (Owain) Wherefore wait ye here? | |
| (3, 1) 1698 | It is our day for duty. We attend |
| (3, 1) 1699 | The pleasure of the King. |
| (Owain) He needs you not: | |
| (Meliard) Come, Astamor. | |
| (3, 1) 1707 | You are sure, Owain? |
| (Owain) No, I am not. I said I'll answer for it. | |
| (Owain) God speed you, Sirs. {He turns away.} | |
| (3, 1) 1710 | Come then, Sir Meliard. |
| (Owain) Aye, haste away and scuffle for your place. | |
| (Geraint) To crown thy service. | |
| (3, 1) 2258 | Sir Lanval, here's my hand, |
| (3, 1) 2259 | I have misjudged you. |
| (Meliard) I the same. | |
| (Agravaine) Lanval, as I live! | |
| (4, 2) 4042 | Lanval! |
| (Agravaine) Quiet. We'll not interfere. | |
| (Agravaine) Let him alone. | |
| (4, 2) 4045 | How did he die? |
| (Agravaine) God knows. | |
| (Agravaine) And I'll not grudge him half an hour of hell. | |
| (4, 2) 4050 | The King should know it. |