| (1, 1) 378 | I dreamt this night, pardie, |
| (1, 1) 379 | An elf queen should my leman be, |
| (1, 1) 380 | And lie beneath — |
| (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. |
| (1, 1) 389 | He only loves his thoughts |
| (1, 1) 390 | And smiles on them. But still I do him wrong. |
| (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. |
| (1, 1) 398 | But only the good will, |
| (1, 1) 399 | God send us some one for the noble task. |
| (1, 1) 440 | Well met, Geraint. We fare much the same |
| (1, 1) 441 | As we did ever. |
| (2, 2) 1369 | Geraint? |
| (2, 2) 1371 | Surely. |
| (2, 2) 1374 | Well met, Geraint, I come |
| (2, 2) 1375 | Hot-foot to bring you summons to our 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? |
| (2, 2) 1383 | I hoped to hear some better news than this. |
| (2, 2) 1389 | I can believe them. |
| (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. |
| (2, 2) 1407 | I know not. They say |
| (2, 2) 1408 | Caer Rhiddocks ta'en. |
| (2, 2) 1415 | How is it, Geraint, |
| (2, 2) 1416 | Lanval has 'scaped you? |
| (2, 2) 1422 | You give him good scope. |
| (2, 2) 1433 | Too much persistency |
| (2, 2) 1434 | To spend on such an object. |
| (2, 2) 1444 | Not far. No doubt some of these sullen dogs |
| (2, 2) 1445 | Did murder him. |
| (2, 2) 1449 | Well, if you think so — |
| (2, 2) 1452 | One day's hard riding, though I squandered ten |
| (2, 2) 1453 | In finding you. |
| (2, 2) 1467 | Welcome, Sir Lanval. |
| (2, 2) 1487 | He seems half dazed. |
| (2, 2) 1488 | Hast thou been wounded, man, |
| (2, 2) 1489 | Or in a sickness? |
| (2, 2) 1493 | Aye, Lanval, tell it us. |
| (2, 2) 1499 | This should be magic. |
| (2, 2) 1514 | What workmanship! |
| (2, 2) 1520 | Thou dost but edge our interest — |
| (2, 2) 1523 | But surely we may hear |
| (2, 2) 1524 | Some outline of the tale. |
| (2, 2) 1553 | Come, be short, Geraint, |
| (2, 2) 1554 | The sun is high. |
| (2, 2) 1561 | We do linger here |
| (2, 2) 1562 | While war's abroad. |
| (3, 1) 1652 | Still, Meliard, we shall see well from here. |
| (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. |
| (3, 1) 1659 | I do not know. They say that messengers |
| (3, 1) 1660 | Have come from Persant. |
| (3, 1) 1662 | No doubt. |
| (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. |
| (3, 1) 1671 | But he is wounded, man! |
| (3, 1) 1673 | He got a bitter hurt of late; |
| (3, 1) 1674 | A Pictish shaft through the left shoulder. |
| (3, 1) 1677 | Oh, it concerns a very trifling fact; |
| (3, 1) 1678 | He was accused of cowardice. |
| (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! |
| (3, 1) 1686 | Lanval's the defter in the use of swords, |
| (3, 1) 1687 | And has the better eye for measure — |
| (3, 1) 1690 | Well, we shall see, |
| (3, 1) 1691 | It's close on noon, for look, the shadows shrink. |
| (3, 1) 1695 | No Owain, |
| (3, 1) 1696 | I have not seen him. |
| (3, 1) 1698 | It is our day for duty. We attend |
| (3, 1) 1699 | The pleasure of the King. |
| (3, 1) 1707 | You are sure, Owain? |
| (3, 1) 1710 | Come then, Sir Meliard. |
| (3, 1) 2258 | Sir Lanval, here's my hand, |
| (3, 1) 2259 | I have misjudged you. |
| (4, 2) 4042 | Lanval! |
| (4, 2) 4045 | How did he die? |
| (4, 2) 4050 | The King should know it. |