Chapter 8

Sir Bernard,Torre, andLavainere-enter.

Sir Bernard,Torre, andLavainere-enter.

Torre

Devil! She knows,

And it will kill her.

Sir Bernard

Child! Elaine! Look up.

Launcelot

Sir Bernard, I have hurt her but to heal.

Pardon me for this sorrow I have made.

Torre

Did I not say that we should rue this man?

She has seen to his black heart, and it will kill her.

Sir Bernard

Peace, Torre! (To Launcelot) I doubt not you have used all kindness.

We’ll pray that Time amend this in his fashion.

Sir Launcelot, God be with you.

Launcelot

And with you

Would heaven that I could have requited her.

Lavaine

I must go, father, with Sir Launcelot.

Sheunderstands well how it is with me.

Father, your blessing (kneels).

Sir Bernard

Have your will, my son.

Seeing what has befallen, maybe it is best.

Go, and be worthy of the house that bred you.

Launcelot

Come then, Lavaine. I do but rankle here.

Lavaine

Sister, farewell.

Launcelot

Peace come to you, Elaine.

Kind host, again farewell. In the white fire

Of her young heart be grief consumed away.

[ExeuntLauncelotandLavaine.

[ExeuntLauncelotandLavaine.

Sir Bernard

Brave, sweet; look up!

Torre

Oh, father, she will die.


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