Le Morte D’Arthur
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- My liege, if we retreat now we will become a laughingstock, in this land and in our own. Surely our honor demands that we pursue this war to its proper conclusion.
- Sir Gawain, I will do as you advise, although reluctantly, for Sir Launcelot’s terms are generous and he is still dear to me. I beg you make a reply to him on my behalf
- Alas! dear nephew, that you lie here thus, mortally wounded! What joy is now left to me on this earth? You must know it was you and Sir Launcelot I loved above all others, and it seems that I have lost you both.”
- My good uncle, it was my pride and my stubbornness that brought all this about, for had I not urged you to war with Sir Launcelot your subjects would not now be in revolt. Alas, that Sir Launcelot is not here, for he would soon drive them out! And it is at Sir Launcelot’s hands that I suffer my own death: the wound which he dealt me has reopened. I would not wish it otherwise, because is he not the greatest and gentlest of knights?
- Sir Bedivere, twice you have betrayed me! And for the sake only of my sword: it is unworthy of you! Now I pray you, do as I command, for I have not long to live.
- My lord, I saw nothing but the wind upon the waves.”“Then you did not obey me; I pray you, go swiftly again, and this time fulfill my command.”
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