"By God! I will not tell you more to-day,Judge any way you will: what matters it?You know quite well the story of that fray,
"How Launcelot still'd their bawling, the mad fitThat caught up Gauwaine: all, all, verily,But just that which would save me; these things flit.
"Nevertheless you, O Sir Gauwaine, lie,Whatever may have happen'd these long years,God knows I speak truth, saying that you lie!
"All I have said is truth, by Christ's dear tears."
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