Launcelot monologue — Arthur : $b A tragedy

Now, must I speak That narrow word which, like a little spring Of water, swells to a dividing flood: _Farewell_. O royal Guenevere, farewell. Dear isle, sweet Britain, where I won renown-- All other lands are darkness to your light Which I must leave behind me. Keep my name As one that loved, as one that.... There’s no more! Launcelot passes from this fellowship, This the most noble fellowship of the world, For ever, and the little noise we made In the dull ear of Time so gloriously The streams of silence take. Lord Arthur, though all else be cancelled, yet I keep my oath of fealty; leave me that: And I shall never fail you, heart or hand, While breath is in me. Call me in your need, My sword, my life, are yours.