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Slayt: 1
“My lord Sir Launcelot: traitor to the king and to me, come forth if you dare and meet your mortal foe, instead of lurking like a coward in your castle!”
“Alas, that I should have to fight Sir Gawain!” said Sir Launcelot. “But now I am obliged to.”
Slayt: 2
“Sir Modred, do you not fear God’s displeasure? First you have falsely made yourself king; now you, who were begotten by King Arthur on his aunt, try to marry your father’s wife! If you do not revoke your evil deeds I shall curse you with bell, book, and candle.”
“Fie on you! Do your worst!”
“Sir Modred, I warn you take heed! or the wrath of the Lord will descend upon you.”
“Away, false priest, or I shall behead you!”
Slayt: 3
“My lord, it surely would be better to move you to the nearest town?”
My wounds forbid it. But alas for the good Sir Lancelot! How sadly I have missed today! And now I must die--repenting our quarrel with my last breath.
Sir Lucas and Sir Bedivere made one further attempt to lift the king. He fainted as they did so. Then Sir Lucas fainted as part of his intestines broke through a wound in the stomach. When the king came to, he saw Sir Lucas lying dead with foam at his mouth.

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