Camelot

Music: Frederick Loewe

Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
Book: Alan Jay Lerner
Premiere: Saturday, December 3, 1960

Editor's Notes

The fanfare and publicity generated by the press prior to the New York premiere of Camelot on
December 3, 1960, could almost be equated to the anticipation of a Second Coming. Most had
envisaged a sequel to the creators' My Fair Lady. But while the former was steeped in the
Shavian reality of Bernard Shaw, Camelot was embedded in fantasy and legend.

The production made news from the initial pronouncement that Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
and Moss Hart were engaged in a musical project derived from the novel by T. H. White. As Mr.
Lemer, in his preface to the original publication of Camelot, wrote: "It was the show that was to
follow the highly successful My Fair Lady, written and directed by the same three, and the hot
spotlight of newspaper interest shone on it continuously."

After many vicissitudes (duly and daily reported in the press) during its tryout tour, it finally
reached Broadway and settled down to a run of 873 performances.

John Chapman of the New York Daily News summarized the occasion when he reported:
"Camelot is magnificent. Its songs are lovely and unfailingly right. Its cast is superb. The sets and
costumes of its twenty scenes have far more than splendor; together they make a single, thrilling
work of art. Good taste-the instinctive knowledge of what is right and proper-is paramount.
"Since Camelot was written by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe and directed by Moss Hart,
the gentlemen who blessed us all with My Fair Lady, many will ask if the new musical is as good
as the older one, and the only answer to his query is to quote (Shakespeare's) Constable
Dogberry and reply 'comparisons are odious.' The only real point of similarity between the two is
the aforementioned good taste."

Other professional first-nighters described it as "a very handsome musical play with many lovely
and imaginative things in it. . .it has gaiety and grandeur and its beauty is almost unbelievable ...
It ranks with the very best musicals hatched in this heartland of musicals" for "the inspired
creators of My Fair Lady appear to have passed another miracle."

Camelot (with Laurence Harvey and Elizabeth Lamer) also achieved success in London where it
ran at the Drury Lane Theatre for
518 performances; and in 1967, a film version of the musical was released with Richard Harris
and Vanessa Redgrave as stars.

Alan Jay Lemer, author of the book and lyrics, was born in New York City on August 31, 1918. He
was educated in England and at Choate and Harvard University. While at Harvard, he contributed
material to two Hasty Pudding shows and after graduation wrote for radio.

Frederick Loewe studied piano in his native Vienna. At thirteen, he appeared as soloist with the
Berlin Symphony Orchestra and later he was awarded the Hollander Medal, then the prize most
sought by young European musicians. Coming to America in 1924, he had established himself as
a concert pianist of note before meeting with Mr. Lemer. Their meeting proved to be a providential
occasion for they were destined to become one of the most renowned teams in the history of the
American musical theatre.

Their first joint effort was The Life of the Party, presented in Detroit in 1942. In the following year,
they made their Broadway debut as a team with the musical What's Up? Although its
engagement was comparatively brief, it clearly indicated promise for Lerner and Loewe and they
came to near-fulfillment with the charming but surprisingly underrated The Day Before Spring
(1945).

True and unqualified success was to come in 1947 with the memorable production of Brigadoon
(published in this editor's earlier collection). This was followed by Paint Your Wagon (1951), the
record-breaking My Fair Lady (1956), and Camelot (1960).

In 1958, the magic of Lemer and Loewe was transferred to the screen with one of the most
honored films of all time, Gigi. Named the best picture of the year, it received a total of nine
Academy Awards, including one for Mr. Lerner's screenplay and for the team's tide song.

In addition to his work with Frederick Loewe, Alan Jay Lemer wrote the book and lyrics for Kurt
Weill's Love Life (1948), On a Clear Day You Can See Forever (with music by Burton Lane,
1965), and Coco (with music by Andre Previn). With the incantatory Katharine Hepburn making
her musical stage debut as the legendary French couturiere, Gabrielle Chanel, Coco was an
outstanding success of the 1969-1970 Broadway season.

Mr. Lerner also wrote the story and screenplay for An American in Paris which brought him his
first Hollywood Academy Award in 1951.

The team of Lerner and Loewe were reunited when the composer came out of retirement to
provide the score for Lerner's lyrics and screenplay for the musical film based on Antoine de
Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince and the stage adaptation of their award-winning screen musical,
Gigi, which opened in New York in 1973.

Production Notes
Camelot was first presented by the Messrs. Lerner, Loewe and Hart at the Majestic Theatre, New
York, on December 3, 1960. The cast was as follows:
Pellinore, Robert Coote
Sir Sagramore, James Gannon
Clarius, Richard Kuch
Lady Anne, Christina Gillespie
Lady Sybil, Leesa Troy
A Knight, Michael Kermoyan
A Knight, Jack Dabdoub
Morgan Le Fey, M'el Dcrwd
Tom, Robin Stewart
Sir Dinadan, John Cullum
Sir Lionel, Bruce Yarnell
Merlyn, David Hurst
Arthur, Richard Burton
Guenevere, Julie Andrews
Nimue, Marjorie Smith
Lancelot, Robert Goulet
Mordred, Roddy McDowall
A Page, Leland Mayforth
Squire Dap, Michael Clarke-Laurence
Knights and Ladies, Joan August, Mary Sue Berry , Marnell Bruce, Judy Hastings, Benita James,
Marjorie Smith, Shelia Swenson, Leesa Troy, Dorothy White, Frank Bouley, Jack Dabdoub,
James Gannon, Murray Goldkind, Warren Hays, Paul Huddleston, Michael Kermoyan, Donald
Maloof, Larry Mitchell, Paul Richards, ]6hn Taliaferro, Virginia Allen, Judi Allinson, Laurie Archer,
Carlene Carroll, Joan Coddington, Katia Geleznova, Adriana Keathley, Dawn Mitchell, Claudia
Schroeder, Beti Seay, Jerry Bowers, Peter Deign, Randy Doney, Richard Englund, Richard Gain,
Gene GeBauer, James Kirby, Richard Kuch, Joe Nelson, John Starkweather, Jimmy Tarbutton

Production Staged by Moss Hart

Choreography and Musical Numbers by Hanya Holm
Scenic Production by Oliver Smith
Costumes Designed by Adrian and Tony Duquette
Lighting by Feder
Musical Director: Franz Alters
Orchestrations by Robert Russell Bennett and Philip J. Lang
Dance and Choral Arrangements by Trade Rittman
Hair Styles by Ernest Adler

Act One
Scene 1: A Hilltop near Camelot. A long time ago.
Scene 2: Near Camelot. Immediately following.
Scene 3: Arthur's Study. Five Years later.
Scene 4: A Countryside near Camelot. A few months later.
Scene 5: A Garden near the Castle. Immediately following.
Scene 6: A Terrace of the Castle. Two weeks later.
Scene 7: The Tents outside the Jousting Field. The following day.
Scene 8: The Jousting Field.
Scene 9: The Terrace. Early evening of the same day.
Scene 10: A Corridor in the Castle. Immediately following.
Scene 11: The Grand Hall. Immediately following.

Act Two
Scene 1: The Main Terrace of the Castle. A few years later.
Scene 2: The Terrace of the Castle. A month later.
Scene 3: A Forest near Camelot. The following day.
Scene 4: The Forest of Morgan Le Fey. Immediately following.
Scene 5: A Corridor to the Queen's Bedchamber. Later that night.
Scene 6: The Queen's Bedchamber. Immediately following.
Scene 7: Camelot.
Scene 8: A Battlefield outside Joyous Card. A week later.

Musical Numbers
Act One
Scene 1:
I Wonder What the King Is Doing Tonight?
The Simple Joys of Maidenhood
Scene 2: Follow Me
Scene 4: C'est Moi
Scene 5: The Lusty Month of May
Scene 6: How to Handle a Woman
Scene 8: The Jousts
Scene 9: Before I Gaze at You Again

Act Two
Scene 1:
If Ever 1 Would Leave You The Seven Deadly Virtues
Scene 2: What Do Simple Folk Do?
Scene 4: The Persuasion
Scene 6: I Loved You Once in Silence
Scene 7: Guenevere
Scene 8: Camelot (Reprise)

ACT ONE
SCENE 1
Scene: A Hilltop near the Castle at Camelot. There is a large tree owith great branches reaching
high and out of sight, and a small hillock beyond the tree. A light snow is falling.
Time: Afternoon.
At Rise: The Overture has ended. A spotlight discovers SIR DIN-ADAN standing on the hillock,
peering through a crude telescope into the distance. Around him can Ъе seen Ladies and
Gentlemen of the Court, arranged decoratively.
DINADAN: (A pompous young lord, easily astonished, suddenly quite astonished) My Sainted
Mother! The carriage has stopped! Someone is getting out. A lady.
LIONEL: Are you sure it's her carriage?
(MEKLYN enters. He is a rococo figure of a man, -with a huge pointed hat; flowing, heavily
embroidered robes; and the legendary apparel of wisdom-a long white beard) DINADAN: It's pure
white. The horses are pure white. It's plainly and obviously a bridal carriage. (He rushes to
MERLYN) Merlyn, here's a calamity. Guenevere's carriage has halted below the hill.
MERLYN: I know. I remembered she would.
DINADAN: But it was officially arranged for her to stop here at the top of the hill. Royal brides are
always greeted atop the hill. What should we do?
MERLYN: Dunce! Sound the trumpet, assemble the Court and march to the bottom.
DINADAN: (Stunned) It's wildly untraditional. MERLYN: I hereby proclaim from this time
henceforth that all new queens shall be met at the foot of the hill. There! A brand-new tradition!
Does that solve it?
DINADAN: (.Placated) Sound the trumpet! We shall greet Lady Guenevere at the foot of the hill in
traditional fashion.
(The Ladies and Gentlemen assemble formally and, with banners flying, parade across the stage
and off. MERLYN pauses before the tree and, without looking at it, speaks)
MERLYN: Arthur, come down out of the tree. (There is no response") Your Majesty, I know you're
up there. Come down at once. (There is no response) Wart, come down at once! You're perfectly
safe. There's no one here.
(KING ARTHUR peers through the branches')
ARTHUR: Why so angry, Merlyn? I know you are because you called me Wart.
MERLYN: Yes, Wart, Your schoolboy's nickname. That's what your behavior warrants. Perched
in a tree trying to steal a look at your bride. Will you never learn patience?
(ARTHUR jumps down. He is a boyish young man in his mid-twenties')
ARTHUR: (Imperiously) I'm the King. Others must learn patience. (Then, with sudden nervous
enthusiasm) How is she, Merlyn? Is she beautiful?
MERLYN: I don't recall.
ARTHUR: (Irritably) Rubbish. Are you pretending you don't see into the future?
MERLYN: When you live backwards in time as I do, and have the future to remember as well as
the past, occasionally you do forget a face.
ARTHUR: (Dictatoriatty) Merlyn, as your King, I command you to tell me if she is...
MERLYN: (Giving up') She's beautiful.
ARTHUR: (Suddenly almost frightened) Quite, or very?
MERLYN: Very.
ARTHUR: (Frustrated by his own discomfort) Merlyn, why have you never taught me love and
marriage?
MERLYN: Don't scramble them together that way. They are two different things. Besides, I did
give you a lesson once, but your mind was, as usual, elsewhere. You had better heed me well
from now on. I shan't be here long.
ARTHUR: Why not?
MERLYN: I've told you, I'm due to be bewitched by a nymph named Nimue, who will steal my
magic powers and lock me in a cave for several centuries.
ARTHUR: Nimue! Fiddlesticks! Whenever you're displeased with me, you threaten with this
creature Nimue.
MERLYN: It's not a threat; it will happen.
ARTHUR: When you know she is near, change yourself into a bat. (At his most youthful and
charming) Merlyn, do you remember when I was a boy and you changed me into a hawk? What a
feeling, sailing through the air! For old times' sake, do it again. Right this minute. One last soar
through the sky.
MERLYN: So you can soar through the sky to her carriage and see her through the window? No.
ARTHUR: (Furious') Merlyn, there are times when I insist that you remember who I am. Make me
a hawk, or I'll have your head cut off.
MERLYN: It's you who keep forgetting who you are. Think of the joy you've brought to Camelot A
radiant young princess, never before out of her castle, come by treaty to bring peace between
peoples. A royal marriage. A new Queen. And where is the King? Swinging in the trees. Thank
heaven History never knew. Thank heaven Mallory and Tennyson never found out. Thank heaven
your people are not aware of your behavior. Now go back to the castle, my boy. At once. (He
exits)
ARTHUR: (Rebelliously) My people indeed! As if they give a thought to what I'm doing tonight.
(Shouting his defiance') Oh, good and loyal subjects of the Crown, are you really peering up at
the castle with a question mark in each eye, churning to know how stands the King on his bridal
eve, throbbing with curiosity about the King's humor on his prenuptial night? (Defeatedly) Yes,
you are. That's precisely what you're doing. Every last, blessed one of you. (He sings)
I know what my -people are thinking tonight,
As home through the shadows they wander.
Ev'ryone smiling in secret delight,
They stare at the castle and ponder*
Whenever the wind blows this way,
You can almost hear ev'ryone say:
I wonder what the King is doing tonight.
What merriment is the King pursuing tonight?
The candles at the Court, they never burn'd as bright.
I wonder what the King is up to tonight.
How goes the final hour
As he sees the bridal bower
Being legally and regally 'prepared?
(Angrily)
Well, I'll tell you what the King is doing tonight:
He's scared! He's scared!
(He paces up and down, debating the subject with himself)
You mean that a king who fought a dragon,
Whack'd him in two and /we'd his wagon,
Goes to be wed in terror and distress?
(Admits angrily)
Yes!
Right!
A warrior who's so calm in battle
Even his armor doesn't rattle,
Faces a woman petrified with fright?
(Fairly shouting his rage)
You mean that appalling clamoring
That sounds like a blacksmith hammering
Is merely the banging of his royal knees?
(Painfully)

Please!
You wonder what the King is wishing tonight. . . He's wishing he were in Scotland fishing tonight.
What occupies his time while waiting for the bride? He's searching high and low for some place to
hide.
And oh, the expectation,
The sublime anticipation
He must feel about the wedding night to come!
Well, I'll tell you what the King is feeling tonight:
He's numb!
He shakes!
He quails! He quakes! Oh, that's what the King is doing tonight.
(Something, or someone, offstage catches his eye, and he scrambles back into his place of
hiding in the tree. Suddenly GUENEVERE, in a flaming red cloak, flies fearfully across the stage.
She stops. She looks behind to see if she has been followed. She satisfies herself that she is
momentarily safe, and seats herself at the foot of the tree. She is very, very young and very, very
lovely. She clasps her hands and looks heavenward)
GUENEVERE: (Sings)
St. Genevieve!
St. Genevieve!
It's Guenevere. Remember me?
St. Genevieve!
St. Genevieve!
I'm over here beneath this tree.
You know how faithful and devout I am.
You must admit I've always been a lamb.
But, Genevieve,
St. Genevieve,
(With vehement rebellion) I won't obey you any more!
You've gone a bit too far.
I won't be bid and bar gain'd for
Like beads at a bazaar.
St. Genevieve,
I've run away,
Eluded them and fled;
And from now on I intend to pray
To someone else instead.
(Suddenly lost, she becomes suddenly plaintive again)
Oh, Genevieve,
St. Genevieve,
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve,
sweet Genevieve,
Shan't 1 be young before I'm old?
(She speaks)
Shan't I, St. Genevieve? Why must I suffer this squalid destiny? Just when I reach the golden age
of eligibility and wooability. Is my fate determined by love and courtship? Oh, no. (Bitterly') Clause
one: fix the border; Clause two: establish trade; Clause three: deliver me; Clause four: stop the
war; five, six: pick up sticks. How cruel! How unjust! Am I never to know the joys of maidenhood?
The conventional, ordinary, garden variety joys of maidenhood?
(She sings)
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring, daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
He leaps to death in woe for me?
Oh, where are a maiden's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
And let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Shall I not be on a pedestal, Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better still,
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys . . . ?
Harmless, convivial joys . . . ?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
(She turns dejectedly towards the foot of the tree. A branch cracks, and ARTHUR drops to the
floor. GUENEVERE, startled out of her wits, runs)
ARTHUR: A thousand pardons, Milady. Wait! Don't run. (She stops in the corner of the stage and
looks at him coweringly) Please! I won't harm you.
GUENEVERE: You lie! You'll leap at me and throw me to the ground.
ARTHUR: (Amazed, protesting) I won't do any such thing. (He takes a step toward her. She takes
a step backwards. He stops')
GUENEVERE: Then you'll twist my arm and tie me to a tree.
ARTHUR: But I won't.
GUENEVERE: Then you'll sling me over your shoulder and carry me off.
ARTHUR: No, no, no! I swear it! By the Sword Excalibur! I swear I won't touch you.
GUENEVERE: (Hurt) Why not? (Sudden rage) How dare you insult me in this fashion. Do my
looks repel you?
ARTHUR: No. You're beautiful.
GUENEVERE: Well, then? We're alone. I'm completely defenseless. What kind of a cad are you?
Apologize at once.
ARTHUR: (At once) I apologize. I'm not certain what I've done, but from the depths of my heart, I
apologize.
GUENEVERE: (With sudden wisdom) Ah! I think I know. You heard me praying.
ARTHUR: I couldn't help it, Milady. You prayed rather loudly.
GUENEVERE: And you know who I am.
ARTHUR: You're Guenevere.
GUENEVERE: Yes, of course. You're afraid because I may be your Queen" That accounts for
your respectful, polite, despicable behavior.
ARTHUR: Milady, I would never harm you for any reason. And as for what to do with you, I'm at a
loss. I know you are to be Queen and I should escort you back to your carriage. At the same time,
you're a maiden in genuine distress. It's chivalry versus country. I can't quite determine which call
to obey.
GUENEVERE: (Looking off toward the foot of the UIV) You'd better decide quickly. They'll soon
reach the carriage and discover I'm gone. Then all of Camelot will be searching for me. At least
that will be exciting. Unless of course everyone in Camelot is like you and they all go home to
deliberate.
ARTHUR: (Thrown off balance, enamored, captivated, and overcome by a great sense of
inadequacy) Oh, why isn't Merlyn here! He usually senses when I need him and appears. Why
does he fail me now?
GUENEVERE: Who?
ARTHUR: Merlyn. My teacher. He would know immediately what to do. I'm not accomplished at
thinking, so I have Merlyn do it for me. He's the wisest man alive. He lives backwards.
GUENEVERE: I beg your pardon?
ARTHUR: He lives backwards. He doesn't age. He youthens. He can remember the future so he
can tell you what you'll be doing in it. Do you understand?
(She comes toward him. He never takes his eyes off her, as the -wonder of her comes nearer")
GUENEVERE: (Now at ease') Of course I don't understand. But if you mean he's some sort of
fortune-teller, I'd give a year in Paradise to know mine. I can never return to my own castle, and I
absolutely refuse to go on to that one.
ARTHUR: (.Sadly') You refuse to go on-ever?
GUENEVERE: Ever. My only choice is ... Don't stare. It's rude. Who are you?
ARTHUR: (.After a thought) Actually, they call me Wart
GUENEVERE: Wart? What a ridiculous name. Are you sure you heard them properly?
ARTHUR: It's a nickname. It was given to me when I was a boy.
GUENEVERE: You're rather sweet, in spite of your name. And I didn't think I'd like anyone in
Camelot. Imagine riding seven hours in a carriage on the verge of hysteria, then seeing that
horrible castle rising in the distance, and running away; then having a man plop from a tree like
an overripe apple . . . You must admit for my first day away from home it's quite a plateful. If only I
were not alone. Wart, why don't you. . . Is it really Wart?
ARTHUR: Yes.
GUENEVERE: Wart, why don't you run away with me? (She is enchanted by the notion)
ARTHUR: I? Run away with you?
GUENEVERE: Of course. As my protector. Naturally, I would be brutalized by strangers. I expect
that. But it would be dreadful if there were no one to rescue me. Think of it! We can travel the
world. France, Scotland, Spain . . .
ARTHUR: What a dream you spin, and how easily I could be caught up in it But I can't Milady. To
serve as your protector would satisfy the prayers of the most fanatic cavalier alive. But I must
decline.
GUENEVERE: (.Angrily') You force me to stay?
ARTHUR: Not at all.
GUENEVERE: But you know you're the only one I know in Camelot. Whom else can I turn to?
ARTHUR: Milady, if you persist in escaping, I'll find someone trustworthy and brave to
accompany you.
GUENEVERE: Then do so immediately. There's not much time.
ARTHUR: Oh, do look around you, Milady. Reconsider. Camelot is unique. We have an
enchanted forest where the Fairy Queen, Morgan Le Fey, lives in an invisible castle. Most
unusual. We have a talking owl named Archimedes. Highly original. We have unicorns with silver
feet. The rarest kind. And we have far and away the most equitable climate in all the world.
Ordained by decree! Extremely uncommon.
GUENEVERE: Oh, come now.
ARTHUR: (Sings)
It's tnte! It's true! The crown has made it clear: The climate must Ъе perfect all the year.
A law was made a distant moon ago here, July and August cannot be too hot; And there's a legal
limit to the snow here In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot. By order summer
lingers through September In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelotl I know it sounds a bit bizarre; But in Camelot, Camelot That's how conditions
are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happ'ly-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
GUENEVERE: (Sarcastically') And I suppose the autumn leaves fall in neat little piles.
ARTHUR: Oh, no, Milady. They blow away completely. At night, of course.
GUENEVERE: Of course. (She moves away from him, as if to leave. He leaps after her and
blocks her -way)
ARTHUR:
Camelotl Camelotl
I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happ'ly-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
(DINADAN enters suddenly, accompanied bу one or two Ladies and Gentlemen of the Court)
DINADAN: (To the others') There she is!
GUENEVERE: (Running to ARTHUR for protection) Wart, please. . .
DINADAN: (To ARTHUR) Your Majesty, forgive me. I did not see you for a moment.
(He bows. GUENEVERE looks at ARTHUR in amazement. ARTHUR avoids her gaze and steps
aside, as the Court parades on in stately fashion. The men bow first to the King, and then to the
Queen. The Ladies give flowers to GUENEVERE. The formality over, the Court departs.
GUENEVERE stares at the King, at a loss for words')
ARTHUR: (Turning away") When I was a lad of eighteen, our King died in London and left no one
to succeed him; only a sword stuck through an anvil which stood on a stone. Written on it in
letters of gold it said: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise King bom
of all England." Many chaps tried to dislodge it, and none could. Finally a great tournament was
proclaimed for New Year's Day, so that all the mightiest knights in England would be assembled
at one time to have a go at the sword.
I went to London as squire to my cousin, Sir Kay. The morning of the tournament, Kay discovered
he'd left his sword at home and gave me a shilling to ride back to fetch it. On my way through
London, I passed a square and saw there a sword rising from a stone. Not thinking very quickly, I
thought it was a war memorial. The square was deserted, so I decided to save myself a journey
and borrow it. I tried to pull it out. I failed. I tried again. I failed again. Then I closed my eyes and
with all my force tried one last time. Lo, it moved in my hand. Then slowly it slid out of the stone. I
heard a great roar. When I opened my eyes, the square was filled with people shouting: "Long
live the King! Long live the King!" Then I looked at the sword and saw the blade gleaming with
letters of gold.
That's how I became King. I never knew I would be. I never wanted to be. And since I am, I have
been ill at ease in my crown. Until I dropped from the tree and my eye beheld you. Then
suddenly, for the first time, I felt I was King. I was glad to be King. And most astonishing of all, I
wanted to be the wisest, most heroic, most splendid Kiilg who ever sat on any throne. (There is a
moment of silence) If you will come with me, Milady, I will arrange for the carriage to return you to
your father. (He moves across the stage. She doesn't follow. He stops) This way.
GUENEVERE: (.Slowly and tenderly)
I hear it never rains till after sundown.
By eight the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happ'ly-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
(The music continues. It takes ARTHUR a moment to realize his stroke of fortune. Then he goes
to her and kisses her hand)
GUENEVERE: I'm afraid, Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: Afraid?
GUENEVERE: Marriage is rather frightening, isn't it?
ARTHUR: (Placing her hand on his offered arm) I must confess, Your Ladyship, it did occur to
me. But now not marrying seems infinitely more terrifying. (They take a step or two, then stop)
GUENEVERE: What would have happened if we hadn't? To the treaty?
ARTHUR: It would have been broken. War would have been declared.
GUENEVERE: War? Over me? How simply marvelous! (He laughs. Then she begins to laugh.
She takes his arm and they exit, stiu laughing. The lights dim, and before the stage is dark, a light
shines on the tree, and MERLYN appears from behind it)
MERLYN: At last! At last! He's ambitious at last! How foolish of me not to have realized sooner.
He didn't need a lecture. He needed a queen.
(As he walks downstage, the drop falls discreetly behind him)

SCENE 2
Scene: Near Camelot.
Time: Immediately following.
At Rise: SIR DINADAN and a Lady enter. MERLYN, in front of the drop, continues.
MERLYN: (To DINADAN) AU his life I've tried to teach him to think.
DINADAN: Who are you talking about, Merlyn?
MERLYN: Arthur. All in vain, of course. Then over the hill comes his fated maiden, and for her he
wants to be Caesar and Solomon. I tell you, Dinadan, I have waited years for this moment. And
now it begins. What a joy it will be to watch! (A Knight and two other Ladies enter and listen) To
see him putting together the pieces of his destiny. It won't go quickly. One year . . . two years . . .
what does it matter? I can see a night five years from now . . . (Suddenly a distant voice is heard.
It is a high feminine voice.
MERLYN stops. Suspended)
VOICE: (Singing)
Far from day, far from night. . . Out of time, out of sight. . .
DINADAN: Go on. What about five years from now?
MERLYN: Yes! After the Battle of Bedegraine. That's the night it will
happen!
(The voice is heard again. Again MERLYN is caught bу it)
VOICE:
Follow me . . ,
Dry the rain, warm the snow . , .
Where the winds never go ...
DINADAN: Go on. That's the night what will happen?
MERLYN: (His face clouded) I can't remember. That voice. Don't you hear it?
DINADAN: What voice?
MERLYN: (In hushed fear') Nimue, is that you? Oh, please . . . not yet. I must find out what will
happen to him. In a cave bу a sapphire shore We shall walk through an em'rald door. And for
thousands of evermores to come, my life you shall be.
(MERLYN'S behavior is much too eccentric for DINADAN. He exits, followed by the others')
MERLYN: Oh, Nimue! So it's you! Must you steal my magic now? Couldn't you have waited a bit
longer? (The music swells. MERLYN walks forlornly toward the voice. Then he stops') Wait! Have
I told him everything he should know? Did I tell him of Lancelot? (A vision of LANCELOT is
revealed behind him) I did. (fearfully') But Lancelot and Guenevere! Did I warn him of Lancelot
and Guenevere? And Mordred? (A vision of MORDRED also appears") Mordred! I didn't warn
him of Mordred, and I must! (The visions begin to fade) I remember nothing of Lancelot and
Guenevere. And Mordred! (With hopeless resignation) It's all gone. My magic is gone. (The music
swells, and the voice sings clear, and MERLYN walks slowly toward it)
VOICE:
Only you, only I,
World farewell, world goodbye,
To our home 'neath the sea,
We shall fly,
Follow we ...
(.Just before he exits, he looks back at Camelot for the last time)
MERLYN: Goodbye, Arthur. My memory of the future is gone. I know no more the sorrows and
joys before you. I can only wish for you in ignorance, like everyone else. Reign long and reign
happily. Oh, and, Wart! Remember to think!
(The music swells, and the lights dim slowly, as MERLYN follows the voice to his cavernous
destiny)

SCENE 3
Scene: ARTHUR'S Study. Time: Early evening. Five years later.
At Rise: GUENEVERE is at a tapestry easel working with needle and thread. ARTHUR is
standing next to her.
ARTHUR: (.Heatedly) You cannot deny the facts! Did I or did I not pledge to you five years ago
that I would be the most splendid king who ever sat on any throne?
GUENEVERE: You did.
ARTHUR: And in five years, have I become the most splendid king who ever sat on any throne?
GUENEVERE: You have.
ARTHUR: Rubbish! I have not, and you know it well. I'm nothing of what I pledged to you I would
be. I'm a failure, and that's that.
GUENEVERE: Arthur, it's not true. You're the greatest warrior in England.
ARTHUR: But for what purpose? Might isn't always right, Jenny.
GUENEVERE: Nonsense, dear, of course it is. To be right and lose couldn't possibly be right
ARTHUR: (Thinking) Yes. Might and right, battle and plunder. That's what keeps plaguing me.
Merlyn used to frown on battles, yet he always helped me win them. I'm sure it's a clue. If only I
could follow it. I'm always walking down a winding dimly lit road, and in the distance I see the
outline of a thought. Like the shadow of a hill. I fumble and stumble, and at last I get there; but
when I do, the hill is gone. Not there at all. And I hear a small voice saying: "Go back, Arthur, it's
too dark for you to be out thinking."
GUENEVERE: My poor love. Let me see you do it. Walk out loud.
ARTHUR: All right. (He crosses to the end of the stage) Proposition: It's far better to be alive than
dead.
GUENEVERE: Far better.
ARTHUR: (Taking a step forward) If that is so, then why do we have battles, where people can
get killed?
GUENEVERE: (Chews on it a moment) I don't know. Do you?
ARTHUR: Yes. Because somebody attacks.
GUENEVERE: (Sincerely) Of course. That's very clever of you, Arthur. Why do they attack?
(ARTHUR leaves "the road" and comes to her)
ARTHUR: Jenny, I must confess something I've never told you before for fear you would not
believe me.
GUENEVERE: How silly, Arthur, I would never not believe you.
ARTHUR: You know Merlyn brought me up, taught me everything I know. But do you know how?
GUENEVERE: How?
ARTHUR: By changing me into animals.
GUENEVERE: I don't believe it.
ARTHUR: There, you see? But it's true. I was a fish, a bobolink, a beaver and even an ant. From
each animal he wanted me to learn something. Before he made me a hawk, for instance, he told
me that while I would be flying through the sky, if I would look down at the earth, I would discover
something.
GUENEVERE: What did you discover?
ARTHUR: Nothing. Merlyn was livid. Yet tonight, on my way home, while I was thinking, I
suddenly realized that when you're in the sky looking down at the earth, there are no boundaries.
No borders. Yet that's what somebody always attacks about. And you win by pushing them back
across something that doesn't exist.
GUENEVERE: It is odd, isn't it?
ARTHUR: Proposition: We have battles for no reason at all. Then why? Why?
GUENEVERE: Because knights love them. They adore charging in and whacking away. It's
splendid fun. You've said so yourself often.
ARTHUR: It is splendid fun. (Steps forward) But that doesn't seem reason enough. (He steps
back)
GUENEVERE: I think it is. And from a woman's point of view, it's wonderfully exciting to see your
knight in armor riding bravely off to battle. Especially when you know he'll be home safe in one
piece for dinner.
ARTHUR: That's it! It's the armor! I missed that before. Of course! Only knights are rich enough to
bedeck themselves in armor. They can declare war when it suits them, go clodhopping about the
country slicing up peasants and foot soldiers, because peasants and foot soldiers are not
equipped with armor. All that can happen to a knight is an occasional dent. (He takes a long run
to the fireplace) Proposition: Wrong or right, they have the might, so wrong or right, they're
always right-and that's wrong. Right?
GUENEVERE: Absolutely.
ARTHUR: (.Excitedly) Is that the reason Merlyn helped me to win? To take all this might that's
knocking about the world and do something with it. But what?
GUENEVERE: Yes, what?
(ARTHUR sighs with resignation)
ARTHUR: It's gone. I've thought as hard as I can, and I can walk no further. (He walks around
and sits on the chaise longue) You see, Jenny? I'm still not a king. I win every battle and
accomplish nothing. When the Greeks won, they made a civilization. I'm not creating any
civilization. I'm not even sure I'm civilized. . . .
GUENEVERE: (Tenderly') Dear Arthur. You mustn't belabor yourself like this. Let us have a quiet
dinner, and after, if you like, you can stroll again.
ARTHUR: Bless you. (.He takes her hand, kisses her, rises and moves to exit. Then he stops and
turns') Jenny, suppose we create a new order of chivalry?
GUENEVERE: Pardon?
ARTHUR: A new order, a new order, where might is only used for right, to improve instead of
destroy. And we invite all knights, good or bad, to lay down their arms and come and join. Yes!
(Growing more and more excited) We'll take one of the large rooms in the castle and put a table
in it, and all the knights will gather at the table.
GUENEVERE: And do what?
ARTHUR: Talk! Discuss! Make laws! Plan improvements!
GUENEVERE: Really, Arthur, do you think knights would ever want to do such a peaceful thing?
ARTHUR: We'll make it a great honor, very fashionable, so that everyone will want to be in. And
the knights of my order will ride all over the world, still dressed in armor and whacking away. That
will give them an outlet for wanting to whack. But they'll whack only for good. Defend virgins,
restore what's been done wrong in the past, help the oppressed. Might for right. That's it, Jenny!
Not might is right. Might for right!
GUENEVERE: It sounds superb.
ARTHUR: Yes. And civilized. (Calls) Page (To GUENEVERE) We'll build a whole new generation
of chivalry. Young men, not old, burning with zeal and ideals. (The PAGE enters') Tell the heralds
to mount the towers. And to have their trumpets. And assemble the Court in the yard. Send word
there is to be a proclamation.
PAGE: Yes, Your Majesty! (He exits')
GUENEVERE: Arthur, it will have to be an awfully large table! And won't there be jealousy? All
your knights will be claiming superiority and wanting to sit at the head.
ARTHUR: Then we shall make it a round table so there is no head.
GUENEVERE: (Totally won) My father has one that would be perfect. It seats a hundred and fifty.
It was given to him once for a present, and he never uses it.
ARTHUR: (Suddenly doubting) Jenny, have I had a thought? Am I at the hill? Or is it only a
mirage? (Tfee PAGE enters')
PAGE: The heralds await, Your Majesty. Shall I give the signal, Your Majesty?

ARTHUR: No, wait I may be wrong. The whole idea may be absurd. If only Merlyn were here! He
would have known for certain. (.Disparagingly') Knights at a table . . .
GUENEVERE: (Correcting him) A round table.
ARTHUR: (Corrected') Round table. Might for right, a new order of chivalry, shining knights
gallivanting around the countryside like angels in armor, sword-swinging apostles battling to snuff
out evil! Why, it's naive . . . it's adolescent. . . it's juvenile . . . it's infantile . . . it's folly ... it's ...
it's . . .
GUENEVERE: It's marvelous.
ARTHUR: Yes, it is. It's marvelous. Absolutely marvelous. (To the PAGE) Page, give the signal.
PAGE: Yes, Your Majesty. (.He exits')
ARTHUR: (.Sings')
We'll send the heralds riding through the country; Tell ev'ry living person far and near. ., .
GUENEVERE: (Interrupting him)
That there is simply not In all the world a spot
Where rules a more resplendent king than here
In Camelot.
(The heralds appear in the towers and sound their horns. ARTHUR embraces GUENEVERE and
goes to the window to make his proclamation')
Dim Out
SCENE 4
Scene: A Countryside near Camelot.
Time: The First of May. A few months later.
At Rise: LANCELOT DU LAC enters and looks fervently at Camelot in the distance. He is a
striking figure of a young man, with a stern jaw and burning eyes. His face is unlined for he has
never smiled.
LANCELOT: (Sings)
Camelot! Camelot!
In far off France I heard your call.
Camelot! Camelot!
And here am I to give my all.
I know in my soul what you expect of me;
And all that and more I shall be!
A knight of the table round should be invincible;
Succeed where a less fantastic man would fail;
Climb a wall no one else can climb;
Cleave a dragon in record time;
Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail.
No matter the pain he ought to be invincible,
Impossible deeds should be his daily fare.
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A man so extraordinaire?
C'est moi! C'est moi!
I'm forced to admit!
'Tis I, I humbly reply*
That mortal who
These marvels can do,
C'est mot, c'est moi, 'tis I.
I've never lost
In battle or game.
I'm simply the best by far.
When swords are cross'd
'Tis always the same:
One blow and аи revoirl
C'est moil C'est moi,
So admir'bly fit;
A French Prometheus unbound.
And here I stand with valor untold,
Exception'lly brave, amazingly bold,
To serve at the Table Round!
The soul of a knight should be a thing remarkable:
His heart and his mind as pure as morning dew.
With a will and a self-restraint
That's the envy of ev'ry saint,
He could easily work a miracle or two!
To love and desire he ought to be unsparkable.
The ways of the flesh should offer no allure.
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A man so untouch'd and pure?
(Speaking modestly)
Moi
C'est
C'est moil C'est moi, I blush to disclose, I'm far too noble to lie. That man in whom These qualities
bloom, C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis II
I've never stray'd!
From all I believe.
I'm bless'd with an iron will.
Had I been made
The partner of Eve,
We'd be in Eden still.
C'est moi! C'est moi,
The angels have chose
To fight their battles below.
And here I stand as pure as a pray'r,
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare,
The godliest man I know . . . /
C'est moi!
(DAP, his squire, enters, dragging a fallen Knight)
DAP: I cannot bring him to, Lancelot. You gave him a shattering blow. The echo broke several
branches in the trees. (He lowers the Knight to the ground)
LANCELOT: There's water in the flask. Toss it in his face. And hurry. (DAP throws water in the
Knight's face. LANCELOT Zoofes up at CAMELOT) Oh, King Arthur, what caliber of man you
must be. To have conceived of the Table! To have created a new order of life. I worship you
before knowing you. No harm must befall you. Beware, enemies of Arthur! Do you hear me?
Beware! From this moment on, you answer to me. (The fallen Knight lifts his head, removing his
vizor. It is KING ARTHUR)
ARTHUR: What a blow! What a blow! Magnificent. Simply magnificent.
LANCELOT: Now that you have recovered, Sir, I bid you good day. And the next time you raise a
spear to me, remember you challenge the right arm of King Arthur. (He starts to leave)
ARTHUR: (Rising) Wait! I am King Arthur. (DAP falls to his knees')
LANCELOT: (.Stunned-) The King?
ARTHUR: Almost the late King.
LANCELOT: (.Grief-stricken-) I ... struck you? Oh, my God! (He crashes to his knees before
ARTHUR) Your Majesty, I am Lancelot du Lac. I heard of your new Order in France and came to
join. Oh, I beg Your Majesty to forgive me. Not because I deserve it, but because by forgiving me,
I'll suffer more.
ARTHUR: Really, dear chap, I don't want you to suffer at all. I want to congratulate you. Please
rise. And you, too, Squire. (DAP rises. LANCELOT doesn't)
LANCELOT: I can't, Your Majesty. I am too ashamed to lift my head.
ARTHUR: Then I command you. (LANCELOT rises, his head still down) I tell you, I've never felt a
bash in the chest like it. It was spectacular. Where did you learn to do it?
LANCELOT: My skill comes from training, Your Majesty. My strength from purity.
ARTHUR: Oh. A unique recipe, I must say.
DAP: He's a unique man, Your Majesty. At the age of fourteen he could defeat any jouster in
France. His father, King Ban, made me his squire when he was only . . .
ARTHUR: King Ban? Of Benwick? What did you say your name was?
LANCELOT: (Still -pronouncing it in French) Lancelot du Lac, Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: (In French) Lancelot? (In English) Lancelot! My word, you're Lancelot. Of course! I was
told you were coming.
LANCELOT: You were told, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: By Merlyn, our court magician. He said to me one day: "Arthur, keep your eye out for
Lancelot du Lac from the castle of Joyous Card. He will come to the Court of Camelot, and he will
be . . ." What was it. . . ?
LANCELOT: Your ally, if you'll take me? Your friend, who asks not friendship? Your defender,
when you need one? Whose heart is already filled with you? Whose body is your sword to
brandish? Did he prophesy that, Your Majesty? For all that, I am.
ARTHUR: (.Flattered and almost embarrassed Ъу the effusion) Really, my dear fellow, it's almost
more than one could hope for, more than one should ask.
LANCELOT: Then you'll accept me?
ARTHUR: Oh, yes. Without hesitation. (LANCELOT kneels) We must arrange for your knighthood
immediately.
LANCELOT: (.Rising) No, Your Majesty. Not immediately. Not till I have proven myself. All you
know of me now is words. Invest me because of deeds, Sire. Give me an order.
ARTHUR: Now?
LANCELOT: Yes, now! This moment! Send me on a mission. Let me perform for you. Is there
some wrong I can right? Some enemy I can battle? Some peril I can undertake?
ARTHUR: Well, actually, there's not much going on today. This is the First of May, and the Queen
and some of the Court have gone a-Maying. I was on my way to surprise her when you surprised
me.
LANCELOT: Gone a-Maying, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: (Л little embarrassed and covering it with excessive joviality) Why, yes. It's a sort of
picnic. You eat grapes and chase girls around trees . . . and . . .
LANCELOT: A picnic, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: Yes. It's a custom we have here. England, you know. It's the time for flower gathering.
LANCELOT: (.Stunned) Knights gathering flowers, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: Someone has to do it.
LANCELOT: But with so much to be done?
ARTHUR: Precisely because there is so much to be done.
LANCELOT: Of course, Sire.
ARTHUR: Besides, it's civilized. Civilization should have a few gentle hobbies. And I want you to
meet the Queen.
LANCELOT: I should be honored. (To DAP) Dap, take the horses to the castle, feed them and
dress them for battle.
ARTHUR: (.Mildly-) For battle? But there's no one to fight today.
LANCELOT: One never knows, Your Majesty. Enemies seldom take holidays.
ARTHUR: I suppose not. You know, Merlyn . . . (He stops himself, for a moment lost in thought)
LANCELOT: What is it, Sire? Have I offended you? Did I say something that displeased you?
ARTHUR: No, no, Lancelot. I suddenly remembered what Merlyn said of you. How strange. How
wondrous. He said you would be the greatest knight ever to sit at my table. But that was long
before I had thought of a table. So, he knew it would exist! I thought he meant a dining table. But
he meant this: the Round Table. And I have stumbled on my future. I have done the right thing.
LANCELOT: Did you ever doubt it, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: Of course. Only fools never doubt. (He holds out his hand) Welcome, Lancelot Bless
you for coming, and welcome to the Table! (.They clasp arms)
Dim Out

SCENE 5
Scene: A garden near the Castle. It is lush with the green of spring, and fountains are playing
among the trees.
At Rise: The music is heard, and GUENEVERE and her Knights and Ladies, all in various shades
of green, white and gold, are indulging choreographically in spring games.
At the height of the gaiety, the music stops abruptly, and all eyes turn to the Queen.
GUENEVERE: (Sings)
Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here! That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear.
It's May! It's May!
That gorgeous holiday;
When ev'ry maiden prays that her lad
Will be a cad!
It's mad! It's Gay!
A libelous display.
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
Ev'ryone breaks.
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!
Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating ev'rywhere?
Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit!
Tra la tra la. That dear forbidden fruit!
Tra la la la la
KNIGHTS and LADIES: Tra la la la la!
GUENEVERE: Tra la la la la!
KNIGHTS and LADIES: Tra la la la la!
GUENEVERE:
Tra la!
KNIGHTS and LADIES: Tra la!
GUENEVERE: Т raid
KNIGHTS and LADIES: Tra la!
GUENEVERE: Tra la la la la la la la la la la la La la!
It's May! The lusty month of May!
That darling month when ev'ryone throws
Self-control away.
It's time to do
A wretched thing or two.
And try to make each precious day
One you'll always rue.
It's May! It's May!
The month of "yes, you may,"
The time for ev'ry frivolous whim,
Proper or "im"
It's wild! It's gay!
A Hot in ev'ry way.
The birds and bees with all of their vast
Amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast
The lusty month of May!

GUENEVERE, KNIGHTS and LADIES:

Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here! That shocking time of year!
When tons of wicked little thoughts Merrily appear.
It's Mayl It's May!
The month of great dismay;
When all the world is brimming with fun,
Wholesome or "un."
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display.
These dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
Ev'ryone breaks.
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!
(A man in clanking, rusty armor enters. In one hand he carries a lance. In one eye he wears a
monocle. Trailing beside him is a rather seedy mongrel, named HORRID. The Knight's name, as
we will discover, is KING PELLINORE)
PELLINORE: Forgive the interruption. Anyone here seen a beast with the head of a serpent, the
body of a boar and the tail of a lion, baying like forty hounds?
DINADAN: (Cowing forward) On your knees, Knight. (Indicating GUENEVERE) You are in the
presence of Her Majesty Guenevere, Queen of England.
PELLINORE: (To GUENEVERE) Oh, really? Howdyado, Your Majesty. Will have to forego the
bending. Beastly hinges need oiling. Been sleeping out for eighteen years. Do forgive, what?
Know it isn't proper, but there you are. Stiff as a door, what? (Removes helmet) Oh, it stopped
raining.
GUENEVERE: (Amused) Who are you, Milord?
PELLINORE: Name of King Pellinore. May have heard of me, what? What? What? (He looks
around for recognition, which he does not receive') No matter. (To GUENEVERE) You say you
haven't seen a beast with the head of a serpent, the body of a boar
GUENEVERE: Please, I beg you, don't describe it again. It sounds much too revolting. We have
not seen it.
PELLINORE: Called the Questing Beast, what? The Curse of the Pellinores. Only a Pellinore can
catch her; that is, or his next of kin. Family tradition. Train all the Pellinores with that idea in mind.
Limited education, what?
GUENEVERE: What?
PELLINORE: What? By the way, where am I now?
GUENEVERE: Don't you bow?
PELLINORE: Haven't the foggiest. (A few members of the Court laugh. PELLINORE is now a
little angry) Oh, very easy to laugh, what? But nothing jocular about it to Yours Truly . . . always
mollocking about after that beastly Beast. Nowhere to sleep, never know where you are.
Rheumatism in the winter, sunstroke in the summer. All this horrid armor that takes hours to put
on. Then sitting up all night polishing the beastly stuff . . . But I'm a Pellinore, amn't I? It's my fate.
Oh, but sometimes I do wish I had a nice house of my own to live in, with beds in it, and real
pillows and sheets. Oh, dear, what? Where did you say I was?
GUENEVERE: I didn't, but I will.
PELLINORE: Please do.
GUENEVERE: You're in Camelot.
PELLINORE: Thank you. Camelot? (Looks at the dog) Horrid, we've been through here, haven't
we? (The dog, who is lying down, looks up at him) Oh, you wouldn't know. All you can see is hair.
But I remember. Spent a lovely day here years ago with a nice young chap named Wart. (To
GUENEVERE) Ever meet him, Milady?
GUENEVERE: Constantly. He's my husband, King Arthur of England.
PELLINORE: By Jove! Is he? Is he, is he? Good for him. Well done! Yours Fondly thought he
was grand. Simply grand. Do say hello to him for me. Won't take any more of your time, M'am.
Have to mol-lock on, what? (To HORRID) Come along, Horrid. (.The dog rises') The King of
England. By jove. Isn't that well done, Horrid?
GUENEVERE: Milord, I am sure the King would love to see you again. Wouldn't you care to
spend the night?
PELLINORE: (Thunderstruck) Spend the night?
GUENEVERE: Yes.
PELLINORE: In a house?
GUENEVERE: In a bed.
PELLINORE: A bed?
GUENEVERE: A feather bed.
PELLINORE: Would it have pillows?
GUENEVERE: Down pillows.
PELLINORE: Oh, I'd love that. By George, I would. That's wonderly kind of you, M'am. Wonderly.
(Points to the dog) But could he sleep somewhere else?
GUENEVERE: Of course. Where would you like him to sleep?
PELLINORE: Oh, anywhere around the castle will do. The moat. I don't really like him very much,
you know. No earthly use to me. Oh, he's a bit of company. But he's ... a dog. Easily do without
him.
GUENEVERE: He shall sleep in the stable. Clarius, would you escort our guest to the castle?
CLARIUS: (Coming forward') With pleasure, Milady.
PELLINORE: This is too nice for words, M'am. Most grateful. Come along, Horrid. (HORRID
rises. PELLINORE starts to go) What a glorious day! There's even a hint of summer in the air.
(Looks at the dog) Or is that you? (They exit. Everyone starts to laugh uproariously^)
GUENEVERE: (Imitating PELLINORE) By jove, what a curse, what? Mollocking about after that
beastly Beast, what? What? What?
(There is much laughter. And it is at this frivolous, unknightly moment that LANCELOT and KING
ARTHUR enter. The Knights and Ladies, still laughing, immediately bow and curtsey)
ARTHUR: What, what, what, what?
GUENEVERE: (Laughing) What a delightful surprise, Arthur.
ARTHUR: (Reacting to the laughter) What's happened here? Jenny, I want you to meet the son
of ...
GUENEVERE: Forgive us, Arthur. We have just encountered an absolute cartoon of a man,
called King Pellinore.
ARTHUR: Pellinore? Why, I remember him from my boyhood. A delicious fellow. Jenny, this is
Lancelot du Lac.
GUENEVERE: Milord. LANCELOT: (Bowing) Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: This is the Lancelot Merlyn spoke of. He's come all theway from France to become a
Knight of the Round Table. GUENEVERE: Welcome, Milord. I hope your journey was pleasant.
LANCELOT: (To GUENEVERE) I am honored to be among you, Your Majesty. And allow me to
pledge to Her Majesty my eternal dedication to this inspired cause.
GUENEVERE: (Slightly startled) Thank you, Milord. (To ARTHUR) How charming of you to join
us, Arthur. This after-noon
LANCELOT: This splendid dream must be made a universal reality!
GUENEVERE: Oh, absolutely. It really must. Can you stay for lunch, Arthur? We're planning . . .
LANCELOT: I have assured His Majesty that he may call upon me at any time to perform any
deed, no matter the risk.
GUENEVERE: Thank you, Milord. That's most comforting. Arthur, we have. . .
LANCELOT: I am always on duty.
GUENEVERE: Yes, I can see that. Can you stay, Arthur?
ARTHUR: With pleasure, my love. (He seats himself*) I want you to hear the new plan we've
been discussing. Explain it, Lancelot.
LANCELOT: To Her Majesty, Sire? Would Her Majesty not find the complicated affairs of chivalry
rather tedious?
GUENEVERE: (Frosting a bit) Not at all, Milord. I have never found chivalry tedious ... so far. May
I remind you, Milord, that the Round Table happens to be my husband's idea.
LANCELOT: Any idea, however exalted, could be improved.
GUENEVERE: (Miffed) Really!
LANCELOT: Yes. I have suggested to His Majesty that we create a training program for knights.
GUENEVERE: (Looking at ARTHUR)!!
ARTHUR: Marvelous idea, isn't it?
GUENEVERE: A training program!?
ARTHUR: Yes. It's a program for training.
LANCELOT: (To ARTHUR) Yes, Your Majesty. There must be a standard established, an
unattainable goal that, with work, becomes attainable; not only in arms, but in thought. An
indoctrination of noble Christian principle.
GUENEVERE: Whose abilities would serve as the standard, Milord?
LANCELOT: Certainly not mine, Your Majesty. It would not be fair.
GUENEVERE: Not fair in what way?
LANCELOT: I would never ask anyone to live by my standards, Your Majesty. (Overcome by his
lot in life") To dedicate your life to the tortured quest for perfection in body and spirit. Oh, no, I
would not ask that of anyone.
GUENEVERE: Nor would I. Have you achieved perfection, Milord?
LANCELOT: Physically, yes, Your Majesty. But the refining of the soul is an endless struggle.
GUENEVERE: I daresay. I do daresay. Do you mean you've never been defeated in battle or in
tournament?
LANCELOT: Never, Your Majesty.
GUENEVERE: I see. And I gather you consider it highly unlikely ever to happen in the future?
LANCELOT: Highly, Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: (Into the breach) How was the Channel? Did you have a rough crossing?
GUENEVERE: Now tell me a little of your straggle for the perfection of the spirit.
ARTHUR: (Rising and coming between them) But I want you to hear about the training program,
Jenny.
GUENEVERE: I'm much more interested in his spirit and his noble Christian principles. Tell me,
Milord, have you come to grips with humility lately?
LANCELOT: (Not understanding) Humility, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: (Quickly) I think we had better discuss the training program elsewhere. Not here and
not now. (To GUENEVERE) You look far too beautiful, my dearest, to have anything on your
mind but frolic and flowers. (He kisses her hand*) Have a lovely day. (To the others') And all of
you. Come, Lance. Quickly! (ARTHUR exits')
LANCELOT: Good day, Your Majesty.
GUENEVERE: Good day to you, Milord.
(LANCELOT exits)
DINADAN: (To LIONEL) By George, that Frenchman is an unpleasant fellow.
LIONEL: He seems to have the King wrapped around his finger.
LADY SYBIL: (To DINADAN) He's so poisonously good.
DINADAN: He probably walked across the Channel.
GUENEVERE: (After a moment') Sir Dinadan . . .
DINADAN: (.Coming forward') Your Majesty.
GUENEVERE: When is the next tournament?
DINADAN: A week from Saturday, Your Majesty.
GUENEVERE: And who are our three best jousters?
DINADAN: Sir Lionel, Sir Sagramore and, with all "humility," I, Your Majesty.
LIONEL: (Coming forward) He shall have my challenge in the morning.
GUENEVERE: (Pleased') Thank you, Sir Lionel.
SAGRAMORE: (Coming forward) And mine.
GUENEVERE: (Delighted) Thank you, Sir Sagramore.
DINADAN: And mine.
GUENEVERE: (Ecstatic') Tra lal It's Mayl The lusty month of May! That darling month when
ev'ryone throws Self-control away.
GUENEVERE, KNIGHTS and LADIES:
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display.
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
Ev'ryone breaks.
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!
(They dance gaily)
Dim Out

SCENE 6
Scene: A Terrace of the Castle. There is an entrance to a castle room. On a table are a decanter
of port and three glasses. Time: Sundown. Two weeks later. At Rise: PELLINORE and ARTHUR
are playing backgammon. They are both standing eying the board like two field commanders.
Behind the table stands LANCELOT, reading from a scroll, paying no attention to the game. A
PAGE stands at attention off to one side.
ARTHUR: I'm afraid I've got you, Pelly.
PELLINORE: Not yet. Yours Hopefully hasn't given up. (He throws the dice*) Oh, fishcakes!
ARTHUR: If you lose, you'll owe me Italy, Spain and Egypt
PELLINORE: When did I lose Spain?
ARTHUR: Last night.
PELLINORE: So I did. Oh bosh, who wants it anyway? Filthy place, Spain. All that heel-clicking
nonsense. (He flamencoes for a moment*) Stepping on bugs, that's what they're doing, what?
ARTHUR: Come along, Pelly. Don't try to rattle me with amusement. It's your move. Get on with
it. (PELLINORE steps back to survey the board. The right move comes to him and he moves
forward to make it, when-')
LANCELOT: (Exuberantly) Bravo, Arthur! (The brilliant move is startled out of PELLINORE'S
mind and lost forever) I agree completely. Let armor fight armor! Let knights fight fairly! It is not
chivalry when only peasants get killed. Bravo!
ARTHUR: It's certainly more civilized. Well, Pelly. I'm waiting. (PELLINORE steps back to survey,
finds the move again and steps forward to make it)
LANCELOT: (Explosively') C'est magnifique, Arthur! (PELLINORE is staggered. The move is lost)
When our knights go abroad through the land, our enemies will know what they will have to face.
No more immunity. Death or reformation. C'est merveilleux!
ARTHUR: But read on! (To PELLINORE) Come on, Pelly. Either play or give up. (PELLINORE
watches LANCELOT and moves quickly before he is thrown off again)
PELLINORE: There!
(ARTHUR quickly throws the dice and removes two markers from the board)
ARTHUR: Egypt's mine.
PELLINORE: Oh, bulrushes! How can a chap make the right move with the town crier blasting
away in his ear? (To LANCELOT) I know this is admirable work you're doing, but couldn't you do
it in your own room? What? Your own chambre de coucher?
LANCELOT: I'm terribly sorry, Pellinore. I didn't mean to throw you off your game.
PELLINORE: Really, my dear chap! Don't you ever do anything but run around the Round Table?
Have you no hobbies? Don't you ever go fishing? Collect things? Catch butterflies? Aren't you
interested in astronomy, or making models of things?
LANCELOT: (Simply) No, Pellinore, I'm not.
PELLINORE: Well, Arthur, if this is the sort of knight you intend to breed, you'll bore History to
death. And furthermore, that idea of knights fighting knights is perfectly frightful. God's feet!
What's the sense of being a knight if you can get killed like everyone else? I guarantee you,
Arthur, the chaps downstairs won't cotton to this at all.
ARTHUR: All new ideas are resisted, Pelly. But they'll get used to it in time.
PELLINORE: (Referring to LANCELOT) But he never gets off it! Why can't he come home in the
evening, hang up his spear and shield and frolic about a bit the way other chap do?
ARTHUR: Be patient, Pelly. He will.
LANCELOT: (Gently) No, Arthur. I won't. Pellinore is quite right. I am irritating. I always will be.
(To PELLINORE) All fanatics are bores, Pellinore, and I'm a fanatic. Even when I was a child I
irritated the other children. I wanted to play their games, but I knew I could not. Even then I was
fiUed with a sense of divine purpose. I'm not saying I enjoy it. All my life I've locked the world out.
And, you know, when you lock the world out, you're locked in.
PELLINORE: I don't know what you're talking about.
ARTHUR: Never mind, Pelly. I do. (ARTHUR motions to the PAGE to remove the backgammon
table, which he does. To LANCELOT) Are you truly satisfied with the proclamation, Lance? Is
there anything you would like to add?
LANCELOT: Not at all, Arthur. It's perfect. Of course, there are one or two changes I'd like you to
consider.
PELLINORE: Naturally.
(The PAGE enters with a rose on a salver)
ARTHUR: (Taking the rose. There is a note pinned to it. He calls out) Jenny, it's for you!
(Indicating the scroll) Where, Lance?
LANCELOT: (Rolling up the scroll quickly) It's not pressing, Arthur. We can do it tomorrow.
ARTHUR: No. I want to hear it now!
LANCELOT: I'd rather not, Arthur. (Moving to go) If you'll excuse me ... (He starts to leave and
meets GUENEVERE entering)
GUENEVERE: (Haughtily) Good evening, Milord.
LANCELOT: (Uncomfortably but politely) Good evening, Your Majesty.
GUENEVERE: While I was napping, did I miss any improvements in chivalry?
LANCELOT: No, Your Majesty. If you will excuse me ... (He starts to go)
GUENEVERE: Milord! (LANCELOT stops) When you're arranging things with God tonight, do be
sure and give us nice weather tomorrow.
LANCELOT: No one could refuse your wish, Milady. Good night, Sire. Good night, Milord. (He
exits)
PELLINORE: Terrible chap. Doesn't take after his father, I'll tell you that. I knew the old King.
Good man. Had a bad attack of liver last time I saw him. Yellow as a buttercup. Horrible!
ARTHUR: Jenny, why do you persist in baiting the boy?
GUENEVERE: Baiting? Not at all. Haven't you heard his latest claim? He says he can perform
miracles!
PELLINORE: Miracles, what!
ARTHUR: Oh, come now. Both of you. It's quite obvious it was merely a figure of speech.
GUENEVERE: Nonsense. He announced to the Knights as clear as a bell that his purity gives
him miraculous powers.
PELLINORE: Purity, what?
ARTHUR: And I tell you clear as a bell he was referring to his physical prowess, which is vast
indeed.
PELLINORE: Well, we shall see about his physical prowess in the tournament tomorrow.
Sagramore, Lionel and Dinadan have all challenged him to a joust. Three damn strong men.
(ARTHUR gives GUENEVERE the rose. She reads the note)
ARTHUR: He's accepted to fight all three on one and the same day?
PELLINORE: Quite. I tell you, Arthur, in all my travels I've never met anyone like him. Doesn't
drink. Has no lady. Talks to no one but you and God. Crammed full of religion. An all around
unpleasant fellow.
GUENEVERE: Pelly, please tell the Chamberlain the order of jousts tomorrow will be Dinadan,
Sagramore and Lionel.
PELLINORE: The big chap last, what? Splendid arrangement. By Jove, what a day. Yours Merrily
can hardly wait. Good night, Arthur. Good night, M'am. The big one last, eh? Oh, ho, ho, ho. (He
exits)
GUENEVERE: A note of thanks from Sir Lionel. I'm allowing him to carry my kerchief tomorrow.
ARTHUR: Jenny, I would be grateful if you'd withdraw your permission from Sir Lionel.
GUENEVERE: At this late date, Arthur? It would be rather awkward.
ARTHUR: Then let Lancelot carry your kerchief against Sagramore.
GUENEVERE: I promised it to Sagramore.
ARTHUR: Then against Dinadan.
GUENEVERE: He asked so prettily, I couldn't refuse.
ARTHUR: (Angrily) What? This is appalling! Jenny there are issues involved here which obviously
you've overlooked. It will seem to the Court as if you're rooting for his downfall, championing his
defeat.
GUENEVERE: We don't know he'll be defeated. Besides, he knocked you unconscious and you
woke up his bosom friend. Perhaps he'll knock them out, too, and they'll all take a house by the
sea together.
ARTHUR: (Exasperated) Jenny, at the risk of disappointing the other knights, I ask you to
withdraw your permission from all.
GUENEVERE: Arthur, I believe you're jealous of the Knights and their attentions to me. Are you,
my love?
ARTHUR: (Fuming) Jealous?! Jealous?! What absolute rubbish! You know perfectly well I'm
delighted the Court adores you. I'd be astonished if they didn't. And I trust you as I do God above.
They've carried your kerchief in tournament a hundred times, and . . . and . . . Jenny, you've
dragged me off the subject and I want to get back on it. Will you withdraw your permission?
GUENEVERE: (Quietly and firmly) Only if you command me-as King.
ARTHUR: (Gently) And if I do, will you forgive me?
GUENEVERE: Never.
ARTHUR: If I ask as your husband, will you, as a favor?
GUENEVERE: No. The Knights are against him, and I quite agree with them. I find him just as
overbearing and pretentious as they do.
ARTHUR: (At the -peak of exasperation) That is not the issue. The issue is your kerchief. Can we
not stay on the subject?
GUENEVERE: (Calmly) There is nothing more to be said. If the King wishes me to withdraw
permission, let him command me! And Yours Humbly will graciously obey. What? What? (.She
turns and exits)
ARTHUR: What!! (Raging) Blast! (He faces up and dawn) Blast you, Merlyn! This is all your fault!
(He sings)
You swore that you had taught me ev'rything from A to Zed,
With nary an omission in between.
Well, I shall tell you what
You obviously forgot:
That's how a ruler rules a Queen!
(He continues pacing)
And -what of teaching me by turning me to animal and bird,
From beaver to the smallest bobolink!
1 should have had a -whirl
At changing to a girl,
To learn the way the creatures think!
(.He paces again. Then a thought occurs to him)
But wasn't there a night, on a summer long gone by, We pass'd a couple wrangling away; And did
I not say, Merlyn: What if that chap -were I? And did he not give counsel and say . . .
(He tries to remember')
What was it now? . . . My mind's a wall, Oh, yes!. . . By Jove, now I recall.
How to handle a woman? There's a way, said the wise old man; A way known by ev'ry woman
Since the whole rigmarole began.
Do I flatter her? 1 begged him answer . . . Do I threaten or cajole or plead? Do 1 brood or flay the
gay romancer? Said he, smiling: No indeed.
How to handle a woman?
Mark me well, I will tell you, Sir:
The way to handle a woman
Is to love her . . . simply love her . . .
Merely love her . . . love her . . . love her.
(The music continues. ARTHUR doesn't move from his position. He ponders a moment, then
turns his head and looks in the direction of GUENEVERE)
What's wrong, Jenny? (He walks a few steps, then stops and looks off again) Where are you
these days? What are you thinking? (He walks again and stops again) I don't understand you.
(After a moment') But no matter. Merlyn told me once: Never be too disturbed if you don't
understand what a woman is thinking. They don't do it often. (He walks again) But what do you do
while they're doing it? (He smiles as he remembers)
How to handle a woman?
Mark me well, I will tell you, Sir:
The way to handle a woman . . .
Is to love her . . . simply love her . . .
Merely love her. . . love her . . . love her.
(He stands quietly, as:) The Lights Dim Out

SCENE 7
Scene: The Tents outside the Jousting Field. Time: The following day. At Rise: The tents are
occupied by the following: SIR LIONEL, SIR DINADAN, SIR SAGRAMORE and LANCELOT.
A Knight enters and goes to each of the three challengers, clasping arms with each in a gesture
of good luck. He passes LANCELOT by.
A trumpet sounds. The joust is about to begin.
LANCELOT: (Sincerely) I wish you success, Milords.
LIONEL: (With a smile) Thank you, Milord. Are you being chivalrous or ironic?
LANCELOT: Neither. I mean it truly.
LIONEL: Then save your wishes for your continuing good health.
DINADAN: Have you prayed, Milord?
LANCELOT: I have, Sir Dinadan. I have prayed for us all.
DINADAN: How benevolent. How benevolent. Do you know what I shall be thinking, Lancelot,
when I see you on your horse? There he is, the Sermon on the Mount. (He marches off. They all
follow)

SCENE 8
Scene: The Jousting Field. There is a grandstand in the rear.
Time: Immediately following.
At Rise: The stage is filled. ARTHUR and GUENEVERE are standing in the royal box of the
grandstand. Two heralds flank them.
The music is playing gaily, as several of the Court Jesters perform a mock joust. They exit.
FIRST KNIGHT: (Sings)
Sir Dinadan's in form and feeling in his prime.
ALL:
Yahl Yah! Yahl Oh, we'll all have a glorious time!
SECOND KNIGHT: Sir Sagramore is fit, and Sir Li'nel feels sublime.
ALL:
Yah! Yah! Yah! Oh, we'll all have a glorious timel
(Suddenly pointing to the field)
Now look you there! Sir Dinadan's astride.
It's obvious he will be the first to ride.
(Calling)
Good fortune, Dinadan! We hail you, Dinadanl
Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah!. . .
(The joust begins, and the crowd gathers together and watches excitedly~)
Sir Dinadanl Sir Dinadanl
Oh, there he goes with all his might and main.
He's got a steady grip upon the rein.
Sir Dinadanl Sir Dinadanl
Oh, try to gallop by him on the right,
For that's the arm where you have all the might.
By jove, they're coming nearl
Sir Dinadan is raising up his spearl
Oh, charge him, Dinadanl
You have him now, so charge him, Dinadanl
Here comes the blowl Here comes the blowl
(Catastrophel*)
Oh,nol
(They shuffle about in disgust)
FIRST KNIGHT: Twos luck, that's all it was; pure luck and nothing more.
A LADY:
Sagramore will even up the score.
SECOND KNIGHT:
The Frenchman struck him first, but the blow was not that great.
SECOND LADY:
Sagramore will open up his pate.
(They suddenly see SAGRAMORE on the field)
A GROUP:
Sir Sagramore! He's riding on the field!
SECOND KNIGHT:
Oh, there's the black and crimson of his shield.
(The joust begins')
ALL:
There he goes! There he goes/
He's bending low and spurring on his steed.
He's charging him at record breaking speed.
Sagramorel Oh, make his armor crack and split in two . . .
A mighty whack as only you can do.
Now, look you through the dustl
Sir Sagramore is ready for the thrust!
And now they're circling 'round!
Sir Sagramore will drive him to the ground!
Here comes. . . the blowl Here comes . . . the blowl
(Disaster)
Oh, no!
(Gloom descends)
ARTHUR: (Pointedly)
He did that rather well, don't you think, dear?
GUENEVERE: (Tightly) That horse of Sagramore's is too old.
ARTHUR: But felling Dinadan with one blow, dear. . .
GUENEVERE: Sir Dinadan, I am told, has a nasty cold.
(The third joust begins, and the crowd becomes electric. And desperate)
ALL:
Sir Lionel! Sir Lionell
Oh, charge at him and throw him off his horse!
Oh, show him what we mean by English force!
Sir Lionel! Sir Lionel!
I've never seen him ever ride as fast!
That Frenchman will be hopelessly outclass'd!
His spear is in the air!
1 tell you Lancelot hasn't got a pray'r!
His shield is much too low!
A good hard thrust and downward he will go/
And here's the blow! Here comes . . . the blow!
(Horror)
Oh, no! Oh, no!
(They are aghast)
Sir Lionel is down!
Dear God, it isn't true!
Sir Lionel is dead!
The spear has run him through!
(Two Knights run from the scene. A moment later they return, carrying the fallen body of SIR
LIONEL on a litter. ARTHUR descends from the grandstand and comes to LIONEL. He kneels
down beside him and pulls the blanket over his face. The crowd is in shocked silence.
GUENEVERE, who has descended from the stand, stands to one side, grief-stricken.
LANCELOT enters. The crowd falls back to let him pass, eying him with disapproval. Seemingly
oblivious to them all, he walks to LIONEL and kneels beside him. He takes his limp hand in his
and bows his head in prayer, pressing LIONEL'S hand against him, as if trying to force his own
life into the lifeless man before him.
Suddenly a finger twitches. LIONEL'S hand moves'. Then his arm! Then an eyelid flickers/ And
SIR LIONEL slowly, painfully, dazedly, lifts himself to one elbow. The crowd gasps. LANCELOT
rises. It seems as if he has poured so much of his own life into LIONEL that for a moment he is
drained. Without a word, he slowly crosses the stage. As he passes each Knight and Lady, each
bows and curtsies low and humble before him.
The last person he passes is GUENEVERE. He stops before her and bows. He rises, and their
eyes look deep into each other's. She curtsies before him, with her hand to her heart. They stand
transfixed by each other's eyes. ARTHUR watches with fearful sadness. The music swells as:)
The Lights Fade

SCENE 9
Scene: The Terrace.
Time: Early evening of the same day.
At Rise: ARTHUR is seated on a bench in troubled thought.
PELLINORE is standing near him.
PELLINORE: A miracle, Arthur! A miracle! By jove! Absolutely miraculous, what? Imagine
restoring that chap to life. And that's a big chap, Arthur. An enormous, big chap. I mean, however
the boy did it, it took an awful lot of whatever it is he uses, what? (Аи idea) I say! Do you think he
could help my rheumatism? Or does he only go in for bigger things? I mean, from sleeping out all
those years I have a pain that starts about here . . . ( He reaches around to his back)
ARTHUR: (Impatiently') I don't know, Pellinore. I don't know. The boy is in the hall. Go down and
ask him. The walk will do you good and the quiet will do me good

PELLINORE: I say! That's a bit snappy, Arthur. Very well, I shall. (He starts to exit)
ARTHUR: Wait, Pelly. It was a bit "snappy." I apologize.
PELLINORE: Of course. Unimportant. (He goes to the decanter) Have a spot, what?
ARTHUR: No, thank you. You've never been in love, have you Pelly?
PELLINORE: No time, old man. Been too busy chasing the Beast. Now I'm not young enough. Or
old enough.
ARTHUR: (AZmost to himself) And I'm too young and too old. Too old not to be uncertain of fears
that may phantom, and too young not to be tormented by them.
PELLINORE: How's that. Arthur? (GUENEVERE enters. ARTHUR stares at her. She avoids his
glance and finds a chair) Well, M'am, it was quite a day, what?
GUENEVERE: Yes, it was, Pelly.
PELLINORE: I must say, you were very generous with the boy, M'am. When he stood there
looking at you and you stood there looking at him, it was very touching. Didn't you think so,
Arthur?
ARTHUR: (Subdued) Pelly, summon the Chamberlain. Alert the Court there are to be festivities
this evening.
PELLINORE: (Starting to go) Right.
ARTHUR: Have him come to my study. And bring the names of those awaiting knighthood.
PELLINORE: Right. (Stops) Festivities, eh? By jove, I'd better skip over to the blacksmith's and
pick up my formal togs. (He exits)
ARTHUR: (.After watching GUENEVERE for a moment) You seem tired, Jenny.
GUENEVERE: I am, rather.
ARTHUR: I'm sorry to have to put you through a formal affair tonight, but I thought Lance should
be invested immediately.
GUENEVERE: Oh, I agree. I shall be all right. (ARTHUR goes to her)
ARTHUR: Jenny, tomorrow why don't you take Lady Anne and go to the lodge for a few days?
She always amuses you with her gossip of the Court. I'll join you for the weekend. It might do you
good to get away from Round Tables and chivalry for a litde while. Don't you think?
(GUENEVERE doesn't answer) Don't you think? (She still doesn't answer. He turns and exits.
The music begins. GUENEVERE covers her face with her hands)
GUENEVERE: (.Desperately) Oh, Lance, go away. Go away and don't come back. (She sings)
Before I gaze at you again
I'll need a time for tears.
Before I gaze at you again
Let hours turn to years.
I have so much
Forgetting to do
Before I try to gaze again at you.
Stay away until you cross my mind
Barely once a day.
Till the moment I awake and find 1 can smile and say
That I can gaze at you again
Without a blush or qualm,
My eyes a-shine like new again,
My manner poised and calm.
Stay far away!
My love, far awayl
Till I forget I gazed at you today . . . today.
(LANCELOT enters. GUENEVERE doesn't see him at first)
LANCELOT: Forgive me, Milady. I didn't mean to disturb you, but I was told that Arthur wanted to
see me.
GUENEVERE: (As casually as possible) I believe he does. And you're not disturbing me at all.
You are to be knighted.
LANCELOT: (Troubled') When, Milady?
GUENEVERE: This evening.
LANCELOT: I wish he would not.
GUENEVERE: Why?
LANCELOT: I'm not worthy of it, Milady. I don't deserve it.
GUENEVERE: Not deserve it, Lancelot! What greater wonder could you ever perform? Oh, no,
I'm sure Arthur will insist. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must change for dinner. (She starts to
leave") Do wait here. Arthur will be ...
LANCELOT: (Quietly') Jenny, don't go. (She -pauses, hearing him say her name for the first time,
almost knowing -what he is about to say) Jenny, I love you. God forgive me, but I do.
GUENEVERE: God forgive us both, Lance.
LANCELOT: I have known it since the first afternoon. Not when we met; but when I walked away.
When . . .
(GUENEVERE turns to him. ARTHUR enters. She turns away')
ARTHUR: Lance! What a stunning achievement, my boy! And the Court! You could almost hear
everyone's heart break open to you. (Good-humoredly') Surely I may arrange for your knighthood
now. Unfortunately, sainthood is not in my power.
LANCELOT: I shall be honored, Arthur.
ARTHUR: You both must hurry and dress. But before you do, I think we three should have a quiet
drink together. If you'll make an exception, Lance. (He turns to the decanter and starts to pour the
first glass) Do you have any idea the impact the miracle will have on the country? (LANCELOT
and GUENEVERE turn slowly toward each other as he pours, until their eyes meet. They take an
involuntary step toward each other. ARTHUR twms back with one glass filled, and sees their look.
He continues talking, looking from one to the other, feverishly-painfully) When this is known,
they'll be flocking to the Round Table from one end of England to the other . . . from Scotland . . .
Wales . . . and all those quests we've been planning for the Knights may not even be
necessary ... I mean, when people hear . . . what has happened at Camelot. . . they may lay
down their arms and come of their own free will . . . it's quite possible no one will bear arms at all
any more . . . and that there will really be peace ... all borders will disappear . . . and all the things
I dreamed ... I dreamed ... I dreamed . . . (His voice trails off in utter defeat, and he stands
motionless in an abject trance. The sound of the March to the Grand Hall is heard in the
orchestra, as:)
The Lights Dim Out Slowly

SCENE 10
Scene: A Corridor in the Castle. Time: Immediately following.
The Knights of the Court parade to the Grand Hall with banners afiying in ceremonial drill.
SCENE 11
Scene: The Grand Hall. Two thrones dominate the scene. Looking down on the hall and
surrounding it, is a balcony.
Time: Immediately following.
At Rise: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Court are filing in to appropriate music in choreographed
pattern

ARTHUR and GUENEVERE enter in full regal splendor, and take their -places before the
thrones. PELLINORE stands next to ARTHUR, holding Excalibur. LANCELOT stands off to the
side of PELLINORE. DINADAN stands next to GUENEVERE, holding a scroll. The music
continues under. ARTHUR: Excalibur! (He takes the sword from PELLINORE) DINADAN: To be
invested Knights of the Round Table of England: of Brackley, Colgrevance. (COLGREVANCE
comes forward, kneels before the King and is touched on each shoulder with the Sword
Excalibur. As he does, his banner swoops down from the balcony and hangs over the hall. He
rises, bows again before GUENEVERE, and returns to his place) Of Winchester, Bliant. (The
same) Of Wales, Guilliam. (The same) Of Cornwall, Castor. (The same) Of Joyous Gard,
Lancelot du Lac. (LANCELOT comes forward and bows. ARTHUR pauses, then very slowly,
knights him. LANCELOT rises and returns to his place. The music swells. The Court files out.
GUENEVERE descends from the throne and exits. DINADAN and PELLINORE await the King.
ARTHUR descends from the throne slowly, then stops and stands lost in his own thoughts,
PELLINORE senses the King wishes to be alone and makes a brief sign to DINADAN. They exit.
ARTHUR slowly looks up")
ARTHUR: Proposition: If I could choose, from every woman who breathes on this earth, the face I
would most love, the smile, the touch, the voice, the heart, the laugh, the soul itself, every detail
and feature to the smallest strand of hair- they would all be Jenny's.
Proposition: If I could choose from every man who breathes on this earth a man for my brother
and a man for my son, a man for my friend, they would all be Lance. (His bitterness mounts')
Yes, I love them. I love them, and they answer me with pain and torment. Be it sin or not sin, they
betray me in their hearts, and that's far sin enough. I see it in their eyes and feel it when they
speak, and they must pay for it and be punished. I shan't be wounded and not return it in kind. I'm
done with feeble hoping. I demand a man's vengeance! (He moves violently, then tries to control
himself)
Proposition: I'm a king, not a man. And a civilized king. Could it possibly be civilized to destroy
what I love? Could it possibly be civilized to love myself above all? What of their pain and their
torment? Did they ask for this calamity? Can passion be selected?
(His voice rising")
Is there any doubt of their devotion ... to me, or to our Table? (He raises high the sword in his
hand)
By God, Excalibur, I shall be a King! This is the time of King Arthur, and we reach for the stars!
This is the time of King Arthur, and violence is not strength and compassion is not weakness. We
are civilized! Resolved: We shall live through this together, Excalibur: They, you and I! And God
have mercy on us all. (The decision made, he becomes almost relaxed, almost at peace')
They're waiting for us at the table. (He starts to walk off) Let's not delay the celebration. (The
music swells, as:)
The Curtain Falls

ACT TWO
SCENE 1
Scene: The Main Terrace of the Castle. Beyond the flower-covered walls at the rear can be seen
the green rolling hills of the English countryside. Far in the distance is the tree in which ARTHUR
first hid so many years ago.
Time: Afternoon. Several years later.
At Rise: GUENEVERE is seated at a table. LANCELOT at a small bench a distance away. He
has a scroll, which he now unrolls to read. The music is playing. Just as he is about to read, a few
couples move by across the rear of the stage. He looks over his shoulder and waits for them to
pass. When they do, he reads and sings.
LANCELOT:
Toujours j'ai fait le tete voeux,
Sur terre une deesse, аu del un Dieu.
Un homme desire pour etre beureux
Sur terre une deesse, аu del un Dieu.
Years may come; years may go;
This I know, will e'er be so:
The reason to live is only to love
A goddess on earth and a God above.
(The music continues)
GUENEVERE: Did you write that, Lance?
LANCELOT: Yes.
GUENEVERE: Why do you always write about you? Why don't you ever write about me?
LANCELOT: I can't write about you. I love you too much. (Desperately) Jenny, I should leave you
and never come back. I've said it to myself day after day, year after year. But how can I? Look at
you. When would I? (.He sings)
If ever I would leave you
It wouldn't be in summer;
Seeing you in summer, I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sunlight. . .
Your lips red as flame . . .
Your face with a luster
That puts gold to shame.
But if I'd ever leave you,
It couldn't be in autumn.
How I'd leave in autumn, I never would know.
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air.
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.
And could I leave you running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire's glow?
If ever I would leave you,
How could it Ъе in springtime,
Knowing how in spring
I'm bewitch'd by you so?
Oh, no, not in springtime!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all.
(He walks to her. She raises her hand to stop him and, with a look, reminds him that he must not
draw too near. He walks away, but turns to her again)
If ever I would leave you,
How could it be in springtime,
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitch'd Ъу you so?
Oh, no, not in springtime!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all.
(.She gazes at him tenderly")
LANCELOT: Jenny, do you think Arthur knows?
GUENEVERE: Don't speak of it, Lance. Of course he doesn't. If he ever did, I wouldn't want to
live. And neither would you.
LANCELOT: No, he couldn't know. As much as he loves us, not even Arthur could . . . (Л few
Ladies, led by LADY ANNE, enter. GUENEVERE rises immediately, interrupting LANCELOT)
GUENEVERE: (Lightly) It is time to go, Lady Anne?
LADY ANNE: (Approaching) Yes, Milady.
(The Ladies come to GUENEVERE and put her cloak around
her)
GUENEVERE: (To LANCELOT, easily) I have a thrilling engagement this afternoon, Lancelot. I'm
giving the prizes at the cattle show. (To LADY ANNE) I can't wait to see who wins.
LADY ANNE: I have the list of winners for you, Milady. (She hands her a card)
GUENEVERE: (Taking it) Oh, lovely! The Aberdeen Angus for a change. (To LANCELOT) I'm so
pleased for him. He's been trying so hard, and he's been losing to the Short Horns for years.
Thank you for waiting with me, Lancelot.
LANCELOT: Thank you for allowing me, Milady. (GUENEVERE exits with the Ladies.
LANCELOT loofes after her and exits. A young -man enters from behind a column. His attire is
foppish, his eyes mischievous, his smile wicked. His name is MORDRED. He casts a glance in
the direction of GUENEVERE, and one in the direction of LANCELOT)
MORDRED: Ah, Camelot. Where the King gives freedom and the Queen takes liberties. You poor
things. Perhaps we can arrange a little rendezvous for you. (ARTHUR'S voice is heard.
MORDRED drops back and out of sight as ARTHUR enters')
ARTHUR: (Entering') Lance! I have it solved . . . (PELLINORE follows him. ARTHUR turns to him.
He does not see MORDRED) Oh, I thought Lance was here, Pelly.
MORDRED: (Coming forward, innocently") He just left, Your Majesty. He was here with the
Queen.
PELLINORE: (Outraged) You're not a member of this Court. How dare you enter these grounds
unannounced!
MORDRED: (Genially) But I was announced, Milord. Did the Chamberlin not say that there was a
young man from Scotland who came with royal greetings?
PELLINORE: And were you not informed all visitors were to return tomorrow afternoon?
MORDRED: I shall be busy tomorrow afternoon.
PELLINORE: By Jove, what impertinence! He shall be taught a lesson. (He reaches for his sword
and takes a step in MORDRED'S direction)
MORDRED: (.Shrinking away in fear) Keep away! Don't touch me! I'm unarmed!
ARTHUR: Call the guard, Pelly, and have this young ass thrown out.
MORDRED: (.Regaining his composure') That's not a very kind way to treat the son of Queen
Morgause. (ARTHUR is stunned to the roots. He slowly turns and, almost fearfully, looks at
MORDRED)
MORDRED: (.Delighted at the reaction) Yes, Your Majesty. I am Mordred.
ARTHUR: (.Shaken) Wait, Pelly. Mordred?
MORDRED: (Bowing low) Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: Leave us, Pellinore.
PELLINORE: I shall be waiting nearby, if you need me, Arthur. (He exits)
MORDRED: (Cheerfuuy~) I bring you greetings, Your Majesty, from Queen Morgause and King
Lot.
ARTHUR: I trust your mother is well, Mordred.
MORDRED: The Queen is splendid, thank you. As witchy as ever. Still beautiful, which of course
she would be, with all her magic and sorcery. I've been wandering about the castle. I hope you
don't mind. It's quite grand, really. I love the way you've mixed English with French. Very tasteful.
ARTHUR: And King Lot?
MORDRED: The King? Never happier. He was so delighted I left. He's always hated me, you
know. Do you know what he did to me once? Mother had a youth potion that took off ten years.
When I was nine, he gave it to me to make me minus one. I kept asking Mother why he disliked
me so, and . . .
ARTHUR: (Acidly) What brings you to Camelot, Mordred?
MORDRED: A desire of blood, Your Majesty. I have quite a family here, you know. My dear aunt,
Morgan Le Fey, whom I've never seen.
ARTHUR: (.Pressing him) Nor has anyone else. The castle where she and her court live is quite
invisible. It hardly seems reason for making this long journey.
MORDRED: (Looking him square in the eye) And there's you, Your Majesty. As I was saying, I
kept asking Mother why King Lot despised me so, and one day not long ago, she told me the
marvelous news: he's not my father. How once, when she was visiting England, she met an
attractive lad named Arthur, invited him to her room, and bewitched him for the night. Is that the
way the story goes, Your Majesty?
ARTHUR: Yes. That's the way the story goes, Mordred.
MORDRED: You can imagine her surprise when later he became the King of all England.
ARTHUR: (Sternly) Very well, Mordred. Now you are here. What are your plans?
MORDRED: That's for you to decide, Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: Very well. Then I shall tell you what I suggest, what I offer, what I wish. That you stay
here and become a Knight of the Round Table. You have youth, brains and a proper heritage.
Much could be done, if you apply yourself.
MORDRED: How generous of you, Your Majesty! I can think of nothing that would please me
more than to win your confidence.
ARTHUR: I'm certain of that. And I shall be watching carefully, very carefully, to see if you
deserve it. (In full command) Tonight you will have dinner with the Queen and me, and we will try
to know each other better. Tomorrow your training will begin. But I must warn you, Mordred, no
favoritism will be shown. You must earn the right to knighthood by virtue and proper deeds.
MORDRED: I shall try, Your Majesty.
ARTHUR: The adage, "Blood is thicker than water," was invented by undeserving relatives.
(ARTHUR exits. MORDRED looks at him and sticks out his tongue.)
MORDRED: (Sings)
Virtue and proper deeds, Your Majesty? Like what? Courage, Milord?
Purity and Humility, my liege? Diligence? Charity? Honesty? Fidelity?
The seven deadly virtues? No, thank you, Your Majesty.
The seven deadly virtues,
Those ghastly little traps,
Oh, no, Milord, they weren't meant for me.
Those seven deadly virtues,
They're made for other chaps,
Who love a life of failure and ennui.
Take Courage! Now there's a sport-
An invitation to the state of rigor mort!
And Purity! А noble yen!
And very restful ev'ry now and then.
1 find Humility means to be hurt;
It's not the earth the meek inherit, it's the dirt.
Honesty is fatal and should be taboo. Diligence? A fate I would hate. If Charity means giving, I
give it to you, And Fidelity is only for your mate.
You'd never find a virtue
Unstatusing my quo,
Or making my Beelzebubble burst.
Let others take the high road,
1 will take the low;
1 cannot wait to rush in
Where angels fear to go.
With all those seven deadly virtues,
Free and happy little me has not been cursed.
(He folds his arms and chuckles to himself) Dim Out

SCENE 2
Scene: The Terrace of the Castle. Time: Late afternoon, a month later
At Rise: ARTHUR is standing in thought. GUENEVERE is seated, doing her embroidery, which
she holds on her lap.
ARTHUR: (Suddenly) Jenny, I feel old.
GUENEVERE: Nonsense, dear.
ARTHUR: It's true. I was thinking of it this morning. I walked briskly as ever to my study and
arrived much later than I expected to. The days seem longer; the nights seem shorter; and my
horse seems higher.
GUENEVERE: You don't get enough fresh air, Arthur. You spend far too much time in your
precious civil court.
ARTHUR: I can't help it. I only mean to stay for a moment, but I become absolutely transfixed.
Not because I'm proud of it, which I am. But it's so exciting. Before, when disputes were settled
by physical combat, I always knew the outcome, because I could tell at a glance which was the
better swordsman. But now, with a jury and a judge, you never know till the verdict. It's positively
riveting.
GUENEVERE: I know it is. But I do worry about the jury, Arthur. They don't know the parties
involved. They don't really care who wins. Are you sure it's wise to trust decisions to people so
impartial?
ARTHUR: But that's the point. . . (PELLINORE enters in high dudgeon)
PELLINORE: Arthur . . . ! (To GUENEVERE) Good evening, M'am.
GUENEVERE: Good evening, Pelly.
PELLINORE: Damn it, Arthur. (To GUENEVERE) Forgive me, damn it ... (To ARTHUR) But,
damn it! I've just left the chaps downstairs, and I can't stand it any longer. Yours Miserably has
got to speak up.
ARTHUR: About what, Pelly?
PELLINORE: About what? Not about "what." About who, what? Mordred. That's what.
GUENEVERE: Oh, please, Pelly. Let's not talk about Mordred. This is the first night in a month
he's not coming for dinner, and I feel as if I were going to a party.
PELLINORE: I'm sorry, M'am, but I must. Arthur, you have to face it: you have sired a snake! And
to top it all, you've set him loose to poison your own Court. Do you have any idea what foul things
he's saying and doing?
ARTHUR: (Troubled, but calm) Yes, I do.
PELLINORE: (With indignant sarcasm') Oh, you do, do you? Are you aware of the snaky way
he's stirring up the Knights?
ARTHUR: Yes. He's preying on their provincialism and trying to make them yearn for their own
lands,
PELLINORE: (Surprised) Oh, you know that. (Ominously) But, when he disappears every
afternoon, do you have any idea what he's up to?
ARTHUR: He's searching the forest for his aunt, Morgan Le Fey.
PELLINORE: (Taken aback) Oh, you know that too? But I'll wager you don't know what he's
saying about chivalry?
ARTHUR: Yes. He's mocking it with vulgar limericks.
PELLINORE: He's mocking it with vulgar . . . You know all that?!
ARTHUR: Yes. And I know why. To destroy me and those I love- and make his inheritance come
faster.
PELLINORE: Then why, in the holy name of heaven, don't you stop him, Arthur? Arthur, you've
simply got to stop thinking thoughts and think of something.
GUENEVERE: (Gravely) Is this true, Arthur?
ARTHUR: Yes, it is. (Firmly) But we practice civil law now, and we cannot take the law hack into
our own hands. Talking is not a crime, nor is walking in the woods. When he violates the law, the
law shall deal with him.
PELLINORE: Do you mean to say, Arthur, a chap has to wait till he's killed before he can attack?
ARTHUR: (After a moment') Pelly, I'm afraid I have no answer to that.
PELLINORE: Well, I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but, Arthur, what you need is a new
idea.
GUENEVERE: (Actually reassuring Arthur') And one will be found, Pelly. You shall see.
PELLINORE: I hope so, M'am. I hope so. I'm very worried. You know, M'am, in many ways
chasing the Beast is much easier than living with people. It's true, when you're questing, the
winter chills you and the summer scorches; the wind slaps you about a bit and the rain drenches
you. But it's orderly. You can count on it. And they never all get together and do it to you at the
same time. But people . . . ? (Shudders') I'm not referring to you, M'am. Or to you, Arthur. You're .
. . special people. That's why I stay on, I suppose.
ARTHUR: I'll tell you, Pelly, I could do with some fresh air. Let's getaway from people tomorrow
and go partridge shooting. PELLINORE: I'd love that, Arthur. (To GUENEVERE) Well,goodnight,
M'am. Goodnight, Arthur. (He exits happily) GUENEVERE: Arthur, I hope you suffer no guilt
about Mordred. I feel nothing about him, and neither should you. (Lightly, to ease Ыт) God knows
you're not the first king to have one of those things running around.
ARTHUR: No. I do feel nothing for him. And there's no escaping the fact he's an appalling
specimen.
GUENEVERE: Amen. The one thing I can say for him is that he's bound to marry well. Everybody
is above him.
ARTHUR: Yet, there he is, Jenny. And even if he were banished, he would remain a constant
menace to the throne. And to us. Jenny, don't you wish you'd never been born a queen?
GUENEVERE: Oh, occasionally. It's never being alone that bothers me most. Do you know, I
have never been without someone around me in my entire life? Neither at Camilliard, or Camelot.
I mean, completely, totally, solitarily alone? Sometimes I wish the castle were empty, everyone
gone, no one here but me. Do you know what I would do? I would bolt every door, lock every
window, take off all my clothes and run stark naked from room to room. I would go to the kitchen,
naked; prepare my own meals, naked; do some embroidery, naked; and put on my crown, naked.
And when I passed a mirror, I would stop and say: (With a broad cockney accent) "'Ello, Jenny
old thing! Nice to see you!" (ARTHUR laughs) But I must say, on the whole, being a queen can
be ... (She pauses)
ARTHUR: Can be what?
GUENEVERE: (With sudden dejection') A weary load. That dreadful boy. One more added
burden we could quite well do without.
ARTHUR: Yes, but a burden we can't escape.
GUENEVERE: Royalty never can. Why is that, Arthur? Other people do. They seem to have
ways and means of finding respite. What do they do? Farmers, cooks, blacksmiths . . .
(She sings)
What do the simple folk do
To help them escape when they're Ыие?
The shepherd who is ailing,
The milkmaid who is glum,
The cobbler who is wailing
From nailing
His thumb?
When they're beset and besieged,
The folk not noblessely obliged ...
However do they manage
To shed their weary lot?
Oh, what do simple folk do
We do not?
ARTHUR: (.Seriously') I have been informed By those who know them well, They find, relief in
quite a clever way. When they're sorely pressed, They whistle for a spell; And whistling seems to
brighten up their day. And that's what simple folk do; So they say.
GUENEVERE: They whistle?
ARTHUR: So they say.
(GUENEVERE hopefully begins to whistle. ARTHUR, at first surprised, joins in. They whistle
away for a moment. Finding small comfort, he stops and looks at her hopelessly. She, too, stops
and sighs)
GUENEVERE:
What else do the simple folk do
To perk up the heart and get through?
The wee folk and the grown folk
Who wander to and fro
Have ways known to their own folk
We throne folk
Don't know.
When all the doldrums begin,
What keeps each of them in his skin?
What ancient native custom
Provides the needed glow?
Oh, what do simple folk do?
Do you know?
ARTHUR:
Once along the road
I came upon a lad
Singing in a voice three times his size.
When I asked him why,
He told me he was sad,
And singing always made his spirits rise.
So that's what simple folk do,
I surmise.
GUENEVERE: They sing?
ARTHUR: I surmise.
(They throw themselves into happy song)
GUENEVERE and ARTHUR:
Arise, my love! Arise, my love!
Apollo's lighting the skies, my love.
The meadows shine
With columbine
And daffodils blossom away.
Hear Venus call
To one and all:
Come taste delight while you may.
The world is bright,
And all is right,
And life is merry and gay . . . I
(GUENEVERE stops short and turns to him with frustrated disgust)
GUENEVERE:
What else do the simple folk do?
They must have a system or two.
They obviously outshine us
At iurning tears to mirth;
Have tricks a royal highness
Is minus From birth.
What then I wonder do they
To chase all the goblins away?
They have some tribal sorc'ry
You haven't mentioned yet;
Oh, what do simple folk do
To forget?
ARTHUR:
Often I am told
They dance a fiery dance,
And whirl til they're completely uncontrolled
Soon the mind is blank,
And all are in a trance,
A vi'lent trance astounding to behold.
And that's what simple folk do,
So I'm told.
(They burst into a surprisingly wild hornpipe together. It proves hardly a cure)
GUENEVERE:
What else do the simple folk do
To help them escape when they're Hue?
ARTHUR:
They sit around and wonder
What royal folk would do.
And that's what simple folk do.
GUENEVERE: (.Sadly) Really?!
ARTHUR: I have it on the best authority.
GUENEVERE and ARTHUR: Yes, that's what simple folk do.
(They look at each other forlornly') Dim Out

SCENE 3
Scene: A Forest near Camelot. At this moment, it is shrouded and obscure, and the scene is
played before a transparent curtain.
Time: Late afternoon the following day.
At Rise: MORDRED is discovered with two large baskets of candy. As he calls into the forest, he
darts from side to side, listening for an answer.
MORDRED: Morgan Le Fey? . . . Morgan Le Fey? . . . Sister of my mother, it's I, Mordred, who
comes to visit you . . . Can you hear me, dear Aunt? . . . Am I near your invisible castle? . . . Am I,
dear Morgan? . . . dear sweet Aunt Morgan? . . . dear sweet Queen Aunt Morgan? Can you not
hear me?
MORGAN LE FEY: (Her drawling, cooing voice is heard in the distance) Go away, Mordred. Go
awayl You were a nasty little boy, and I'm told you've become a nastier little man.
MORDRED: I beseech you, Your Majesty. Give me a moment of your time.
MORGAN LE FEY: (Lazily irritated) Not now, Mordred. I am eating my dinner and shan't be
finished till tomorrow.
MORDRED: What a pity! I have chocolates.
MORGAN LE FEY: (A touch of excitement in her voice) Chocolates? You say you have
chocolates?
MORDRED: Hard candies and caramels! Cherry creams-with soft centers?
MORGAN LE FEY: (feverishly) Cherry creams with soft centers? Don't move, my darling nephew!
Your darling aunt is on her way. Court! (The music swells and a forest begins to rise before his
eyes. He disappears with the candy to hide it, as the lights come up behind him)

SCENE 4
Scene: The Forest of MORGAN LE FEY. It is a labyrinth of tangle-wood.
Time: Immediately following.
At Rise: MORDRED appears. Before his eyes, weird and startling
figures, half human, half animal, all members of MORGAN LE FEY'S
Court, appear in choreographic pantomime. Finally the way is paved
for the entrance of MORGAN LE FEY herself. She seems in her late twenties, quite wild and quite
beautiful, her
hair flowing, her gown flimsy. MORDRED kneels at her feet.
MORDRED: Your Majesty.
MORGAN LE FEY: (Waving the Courtiers off with her hand) Arise, Mordred. And give me the
candy.
MORDRED: (Rising) I have your candy, dear Aunt. Baskets and baskets, in sugary profusion. But
first let us discuss what you shall do for me.
MORGAN LE FEY: I shall do nothing for you, nothing at all. Why should I do anything for
anyone? I have all I want of life: passionate afternoons, gluttonous nights, and slovenly mornings.
MORDRED: Very well, then.
MORGAN LE FEY: Give me my candy, or I shall go home and continue eating my dining room
MORDRED: Eating your dining room?
MORGAN LE FEY: And why not? My chairs are made of vegetables; my table's made of cheese,
and my doors are gingerbread.
MORDRED: And the floor?
MORGAN LE FEY: Roast beef, wall to wall. But, candy I never get, so I desire it most of all.
MORDRED: Then why should you be denied it, when all I ask is to play a prank on King Arthur?
MORGAN LE FEY: King Arthur? Oh, Wart! I used to watch him from my invisible window out
walking with Merlyn. He was a dear little boy. No. I do not wish to harm him.
MORDRED: No harm.
MORGAN LE FEY: You're the son of a wicked mother, Mordred, and I know you're up to
mischief.
MORDRED: No mischief at all. Just a delicious little game that will amuse you. Arthur is out
hunting. Lure him to your forest, and detain him for the night.
MORGAN LE FEY: Detain him for the night? No. Such games are for the afternoon. At night, I
eat. And I'm more ravenous every minute.
MORDRED: Please, dear Aunt? Make him drowsy and build a wall around him? The invisible
kind you do so well.
MORGAN LE FEY: How do you know I build invisible walls?
MORDRED: Mummy told me. Please, dear Aunt?
MORGAN LE FEY: No! I will not harm little Wart. (She calls) Court! (The music begins") Farewell,
nasty Mordred! (The Court reappears, as MORGAN prepares to depart)
MORDRED: (Sings)
Enough candy I'll bring
To furnish a new wing.
(MORGAN LE FEY hesitates, tempted. Then, -with courageous resolve, she continues her
departure) Masses and masses Of gummy molasses.(The thought of it bewitches her. She finds it
difficult to leave") Fudge bу the van! (She's sorely tempted) Fresh marzipan! (Her defenses
crumble, and. she reaches for his outstretched hand)
All yours it will be
If you'll build me a wee
Little wall.
(They begin to dance together)
MORGAN LE FEY: Do you promise, you devil, It's all on the level?
MORDRED: I solemnly swear It's a harmless affair.
MORGAN LE FEY: On your honor, dear lad?
MORDRED: Honor? You're modi
MORGAN LE FEY: Ye gods, but you're low! My answer is "No," And that's alll
(.She turns away from him)
MORDRED:
A basket or two
Of marshmallow goo . . .
(She stops)
A licorice stick
That takes two years to lick. . .
MORGAN LE FEY: (She can stand it no longer)
Where's the King?
Bring the King!
I shall build him a wall
Three and seven feet tall!
I'll hurry and mix
Some invisible bricks
MORDRED:Oh. Queenl You're a joyl
MORGAN LE FEY: Be gone, nasty boy!
(MORDRED exits gleefully. A strange, birdlike creature is summoned by MORGAN LE FEY. The
creature leaps onto the stage. An arrow flies towards him. He catches it and disappears.
MORGAN LE FEY darts behind the tree, as ARTHUR and PELLINORE enter)
PELLINORE: Where's the bird, Arthur? Where's the bird? You hit it. I saw it. Where did it go?
ARTHUR: (Looking around, puzzled) Strange, Pelly. I've never seen this forest before. I used to
play in this valley when I was a boy. But it was like a meadow. There were no trees. PELLINORE:
Nature, old boy. Things pop up, you know. Where's the bird?
ARTHUR: Sh-h-h. It's awfully quiet around here, isn't it? (MORGAN LE FEY appears from behind
the tree and listens) Not a leaf rustling, not a whisper in the woods. It makes one rather drowsy.
Would you care to rest a bit?
PELLINORE: No thank you, old man. I want to find that bird, what? I mean, if you hit a bird with
an arrow, it ought to fall down like a gentleman. (He exits. ARTHUR sighs drowsily and seats
himself before a tree stump)
ARTHUR: (Sleepily') Merlyn, do you remember how often we walked this valley when I was a
boy? (He yawns) Do you know what I miss of those days? Not my youth. My innocence. My
innocence . . . (He closes his eyes and sleeps.
MORGAN LE FEY and her Court appear from the woods, carrying imaginary bricks. In balletic
pantomime, flying back and forth across the stage with more and more bricks, they construct a
high invisible wall around the sleeping King. When it is complete, MORGAN LE FEY "pats it" all
around, to make certain it is perfect. Finding it to her pleasure, she disappears, followed by her
Court. PELLINORE enters)
PELLINORE: Arthur? (ARTHUR awakens') The bird's hopeless, Arthur. Let's push on.
ARTHUR: Where am I? What's happened? How long have I been asleep? Pelly, we must get
back to the castle. I have strange feelings.
PELLINORE: Right. If you want (He starts to walk away. ARTHUR tries to follow and collides with
the invisible wall
ARTHUR: Good God! (He feels his way around the wall)
PELLINORE: Well, old man, are you coming or aren't you?
ARTHUR: I'm trapped!
PELLINORE: (Coming to him) I say, Arthur. Who are you waving at? What's wrong with you? (He
runs into the wall") I say! What is this? It feels like a wall! But I don't see it.
ARTHUR: (.With tragic awareness) It is a wall.
PELLINORE: Where did it come from? How did it get here?
ARTHUR: Morgan Le Fey! Morgan Le Fey! Is this your sorcery? (To PELLINORE, desperately)
Pelly, get back to the castle. Find Lance. Find Jenny. Warn them to be careful.
PELLINORE: (Stunned) You bow, Arthur?
ARTHUR: Do as I say, Pelly! (PELLINORE exits) Morgan Le Fey! Morgan Le Fey! Morgan Le
Feyl
Dim Out

SCENE 5
Scene: The Corridor to the Queen's Bedchamber.
Time: Later that night.
At Rise: LADY ANNE and LADY SYBIL bow onto the stage, addressing the Queen, who is
offstage.
LADY ANNE: Good night, Milady.
LADY SYBIL: Good night, Your Majesty.
LADY ANNE: Sleep well, Your Majesty.
(They cross the stage to exit. LANCELOT walks quietly on behind them. He watches until they
are out of sight. He takes one quick look around and exits in the direction of the Queen's
chamber. MORDRED appears at the other end of the corridor. He moves furtively across the
stage and looks off after LANCELOT. He snaps his fingers. Five Knights enter, their swords
strapped tight. He goes to them. Before he can speak, PELLINORE enters behind him)
PELLINORE: You, there!
MORDRED: The name is Mordred. And if I were you, I'd remember it.
PELLINORE: Well, I'm not you, and I intend to forget it. Where's Lancelot?
MORDRED: (Insinuatingly') Lancelot? Now, where would you expect to find Lancelot at this hour?
PELLINORE: I looked in the chapel. He's not there. Has the Queen retired for the night?
MORDRED: That, Milord, is an iffy question.
PELLINORE: Look here, whatever-your-name-is. I don't know what slushes through that swampy
little mind of yours, but while the King is away, I am in charge of this palace. And I'm not a
believer in all this civil law nonsense. You make one false move, and you'll face the jury in two
sections, what? Carry the head in myself. Gladly. (He starts to exit) Oh, wouldn't I love that! (He
exits')
MORDRED: Pellinore, in a little while, I shall be in charge of this castle. And shortly after that,
gentlemen, the kingdom. (He draws a sword from one of the men and, beckons them to follow)
Dim Out

SCENE 6
Scene: The Queen's Bedchamber. It is a large, beautiful room. The moonlight streams in through
the window.
Time: Immediately following.
At Rise: GUENEVERE, in a white loosely flowing gown, is seated at her dressing table, slowly
brushing her long hair. The music of "If Ever 1 Would Leave You" is playing softly.
LANCELOT enters quietly. He wears no armor and has only a dagger in his belt. He looks around
the bedroom as he enters, as if seeing it for the first time, which in truth he is. He pauses a few
feet from GUENEVERE.
LANCELOT: (Hushed; tremulously, fearfully') Jenny . . . ? (GUENEVERE rises quickly and looks
at him in astonishment. He goes to her) Jenny, I was in the yard ... I couldn't sleep ... I saw the
light in your window ... I knew you were alone ... I tried to stay away ... I tried, but I ... Jenny, I ...
(He takes her in his arms and they embrace passionately. Suddenly she withdraws in fear)
GUENEVERE: Did anyone see you?
LANCELOT: No one. The castle is dark. I was careful. Jenny, don't be afraid.
GUENEVERE: But I am afraid.
LANCELOT: I swear we're alone. No one saw me enter. Jenny, there's nothing to fear. Arthur
won't be back until . . . (He stops himself, ashamed) Forgive me, Jenny.
GUENEVERE: (Sadly') We're not alone, are we, Lance? (He takes her in his arms tenderly)
LANCELOT: (Fervently') We are, we are.
GUENEVERE: We're not. Here you are, with your arms around me, and the first thing we think of
is him. (She leaves him)
LANCELOT: (Pleadingly) But you love me, Jenny.
GUENEVERE: Of course, I do. And I always shall. Night after night I've thought of you here and
wished for it with all my being. And suddenly, we're less alone than ever.
LANCELOT: But why?
GUENEVERE: Now that the people are gone, can't you see the shadow between us? It's wider
than the sea. It fills the room. Perhaps it would have been better if we had never said a word to
each other at all.
(She sings)
I loved you once in silence,
And mis'ry was аll I knew.
Trying so to keep my love from showing,
All the while not knowing
You loved me too.
Yes, loved me in lonesome silence;
Your heart filed with dark despair . . .
Thinking love would flame in you forever,
And I'd never, never Know the flame was there.
Then one day we cast away our secret longing;
The raging tide we held inside would hold no more.
The silence at last was broken!
We flung wide our prison door.
Ev'ry joyous word of love was spoken . . . I
And now there's twice as much grief,
Twice the strain for us;
Twice the despair,
Twice the pain for us As we had known before.
LANCELOT: (Desperately) Jenny, it's because we're here, here in Camelot that everything is so
wretched.
GUENEVERE: No, Lance.
LANCELOT: Jenny, come away with me. To Joyous Card. Let us have it open and above board
at last.
GUENEVERE: Lance, I've told you a thousand times I shall never leave Arthur. Ever. Now, let us
say no more about it.
LANCELOT: (Raging) But this agonizing torment! Day after day, year after year. Would God I had
your talent for acceptance, your invincible English calm!
GUENEVERE: (Turning on him") Oh, the insensitivity of sensitive men! Always suffering so much
they can suffer nothing for others. You think you're the only one in torment. I'm just as tortured,
just as anguished as you. But what would you have us do to this man we both love? Run away!
Leave him! Make him publicly miserable! Force him to declare war on you, where either one of
you, if not both, would be killed, as well as hundreds of others. What sort of heart-breaking
solution is that? (For a moment they are silent)
LANCELOT: (With quiet resignation) Forgive me, Jenny. I shall never mention it again. I swear.
Nor shall I come to you again. I swear that, too. (He moves to leave)
GUENEVERE: Lance? (He stops') Have we no more tender words to say to each other?
(She sings')
The silence at last was broken!
We flung wide our prison door.
Ev'ry joyous word of love was spoken . , .
And after all had Ъееп said,
Here we are, my love,
Silent once more
And not far, my love . . .
From where we were be . . .
(He puts his arms around her tenderly. Five Knights and MORDRED tiptoe silently into the room)
MORDRED: (Quietly) Lancelot . . . Don't touch your dagger. (LANCELOT whirls around.
GUENEVERE turns, horror-stricken) I accuse you of treason, and order you both to stand trial for
your crime. Surrender in the name of the King. (LANCELOT walks toward MORDRED to
surrender. Then suddenly he leaps forward and snatches the sword from MORDRED'S hand. For
a second the Knights are too startled to move. MORDRED shrinks away in terror. LANCELOT
backs up, his sword held high menacingly, and with his free hand, reaches for the outstretched
hand of the Queen. The Knights spread out slowly to surround him, waiting for him to make the
first move)
LANCELOT: (To GUENEVERE, without taking his eyes off the Knights) If I escape, I shall come
and rescue you. If I am killed, send word to Joyous Gard. Someone will come. (Then he jumps at
the Knights. They all freeze into a tableau as:)
The Lights Dim Out Slowly

SCENE 7
Scene: Camelot. Two towers rise into the air. The rest is an endless blue.
At Rise: A hooded figure appears. He sings. As he does, the stage fills with similarly garbed
figures, who slowly move into one group beside the singer.

THE SINGER:
Out of the room, down the hall,
Through the yard, to the wall;
Slashing fiercely, left and right,
Lance escaped them and took flight.
On a day, dark and drear,
Came to trial Guenevere.
Ruled the jury for her shame
She be sentenced to the flame.
As the dawn filled the sky,
On the day she would die,
There was wonder far and near:
Would the King burn Guenevere?
(ARTHUR enters forlornly and stands alone)
THE CHORUS:
Would the King let her die?
Would the King let her die?
There was wonder far and near:
Would the King burn Guenevere?
(MORDRED enters)
MORDRED: (With wicked joy) Arthur! What a magnificent dilemma! Let her die, your life is over;
let her live, your life's a fraud. Which will it be, Arthur? Do you kill the Queen or kill the law?
ARTHUR: (Defiantly, resolutely, tragically) Treason has been committed! The jury has ruled! Let
justice be done. (MORDRED disappears)
THE CHORUS:
She must burn. She must burn.
Spoke the King:
She must burn.
And the moment now was here
For the end of Guenevere.
(GUENEVERE enters. She is accompanied bу a priest, carrying a cross, and two soldiers to
guard her. She approaches ARTHUR. She pauses and looks up at him. He slowly turns and
looks at her. Their eyes hold a moment. She continues. She exits. But ARTHUR has crumbled
inside)
THE CHORUS:
Slow her walk, bowed her head,
To the stake she was led . . .
(The herald mounts the tower)
THE HERALD:
The Queen is at the stake,
Your Majesty. Shall I signal the torch?
(ARTHUR cannot answer. The herald calls frantically)
Your Majesty ... ! Your Majesty . . . !
(But the King has no answer)
THE CHORUS:
In his grief, so alone
From the King came a moan . . .
(MORDRED appears')
ARTHUR: I can't! I can't! I can't let her die!
MORDRED: Well, you're human after all, aren't you, Arthur? Human and helpless.
A SINGER:
Then suddenly earth and sky were dazed bу a pounding roar.
And suddenly through the dawn an army began to pour.
And lo! Ahead the army, holding aloft his spear,
Came Lancelot to save his dear Guenevere!
ARTHUR: (Crying out) Lance! Lance! Come save her.
HERALD: (Desperately) Shall I signal the torch, Your Majesty?
DINADAN: (Rushing in) Arthur, an army from Joyous Gard is storming the gate. Shall I double the
guard? (ARTHUR shakes his head dazedly) Arthur, you're inviting a massacre! (DINADAN
rushes off)
ARTHUR: Save her, Lance! Save her!
THE CHORUS:
By the score fell the dead,
As the yard turned to red.
Countless numbers felt his spear
As he rescued Guenevere.
MORDRED: Sweet heaven, what a sight! Can you see it from there, Arthur? Can you see your
goodly Lancelot murdering your goodly Knights? Your table is cracking, Arthur. Can you hear the
timbers split?
ARTHUR: (In anguish) Merlyn! Merlyn, make me a hawk. Let me fly away from here!
MORDRED: (With mad glee) What a failure you are, Arthur! How did you think you could survive
without being as ruthless as I?
ARTHUR: Merlyn!. . . Merlyn!. . .
THE CHORUS:
In that dawn, in that gloom,
More than love met its doom.
In the dying candles' gleam
Came the sundown of a dream.
DINADAN: (Entering) Most of the guard is killed, Arthur, and over eighty Knights. They're heading
for the Channel. I'll make ready the army to follow. Arthur, we want revenge! (DINADAN turns to
leave. His face runs with blood)
ARTHUR: (Broken) Oh, God, is it all to start again? Is my almighty fling at peace to be over so
soon? Am I back where I began? Am I? Am I? (MORDRED screams with laughter and exits. Five
soldiers enter with the King's armor and sword. He stands like a prisoner being shackled while
they fasten his armor to him)
THE CHORUS:
Guenevere, Guenevere!
In that dim, mournful year,
Saw the men she held most dear
Go to war for Guenevere.
Gueneverel Guenevere!
Guenevere! Guenevere!
Saw the men she held most dear
Go to -war for Guenevere! Guenevere!
Guenevere! Guenevere!
(The sky turns red. More soldiers enter) The Lights Dim

SCENE 8
Scene: A Battlefield outside Joyous Card. Tents can bе seen in the distance, and there is one
large tent downstage.
Time: Early dawn. A week later.
At rise: ARTHUR stands done, on the battlefield. LANCELOT appears in the shadows.
LANCELOT: Jenny. He's here!
(GUENEVERE enters. She goes to ARTHUR. He turns to her)
ARTHUR: Was either of you injured in the escape?
LANCELOT: Untouched, Arthur.
GUENEVERE: Arthur, we want to return with you to England. No matter the cost, we must try to
put things right
LANCELOT: This war will do horrible harm to the Table, Arthur. We must stop it before it grows.
GUENEVERE: Let us pay for what we have done.
ARTHUR: At the stake? No! I won't take you back. I shan't let you return. For what end! Justice?
They've forgotten justice. They want revenge! Revenge! That most worthless of causes. It's too
late, Lance. The Table is dead. It exists no more.
GUENEVERE: What?
ARTHUR: Over half the Knights were killed in the yard. Mordred has fled to Orkney, taking some
with him. I suppose to organize an army against me. The rest are waiting in their tents, itching for
dawn, cheerful to be at war. It's the old uncivilized days come back again. Those dreadful days
we all tried to put to sleep forever.
LANCELOT: (Unbelievingly) It's your wish, Arthur, that this dread battle go on?
ARTHUR: No, it's not my wish, Lance. But I can think no longer what to do but ride the tide of
events. Oh, what a blight thinking is. How I wish I'd never tried to think at all. All we've been
through, for nothing but an idea! Something you cannot taste or touch, smell or feel; without
substance, life, reality or memory. (Trumpets sound in the distance) The charade begins soon.
You must go back to Joyous Gard.
LANCELOT: Jenny is not at Joyous Gard, Arthur. She stays with the holy sisters. Is there nothing
to be done?
ARTHUR: Nothing, but play out the game and leave the decisions to God. Now go. (LANCELOT
goes to ARTHUR. They quietly and solemnly clasp arms. LANCELOT pauses for a moment, and
looks at GUENEVERE. Then, without a word, exits quickly) You must go, too, Jenny.
GUENEVERE: I bow. So often in the past, Arthur, I would look up in your eyes, and there I would
find forgiveness. Perhaps one day in the future it shall be there again. But I won't be with you. I
won't know it. (He holds out his arms. She goes into them. As she withdraws, she looks up into
his face) Oh, Arthur, Arthur, I see what I wanted to see.
ARTHUR: Goodbye, my love . . . (GUENEVERE exits, taking a different path from LANCELOT) . .
. My dearest love. (He stands for a moment in silence. A rustling is heard behind the tent) Who's
there? Who's there? Come out, I say! (A young lad, about fourteen, appears from behind the tent.
His
name is TOM)
TOM: (Frightened) Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was searching for the Sergeant of Arms and got
lost. I didn't wish to disturb you.
ARTHUR: Who are you, boy? Where did you come from? You ought to be in bed. Are you a
page?
TOM: I stowed away on one of the boats, Your Majesty. I came to fight for the Round Table. I'm
very good with the bow.
ARTHUR: And do you think you will kill people with this bow of yours?
TOM: Oh yes, Milord. A great many, I hope.
ARTHUR: Suppose they kill you?
TOM: Then I shall be dead, Milord. But I don't intend to be dead. I intend to be a Knight,
ARTHUR: A Knight. . . ?
TOM: Yes, Milord. Of the Round Table.
ARTHUR: When did you decide upon this nonexistent career? Was your village protected by
Knights when you were a small boy? Was your mother saved by a Knight? Did your father serve
a Knight?
TOM: Oh, no, Milord. I had never seen a Knight until I stowed away. I only know of them. The
stories people tell.
ARTHUR: From the stories people tell you wish to be a Knight? (A strange light comes into his
eyes') What do you think you know of the Knights and the Round Table?
TOM: I know everything, Milord. Might for right! Right for right! Justice for all! A Round Table
where all Knights would sit. Everything!
(ARTHUR -walks away. Then suddenly he turns to the boy with a trembling inner excitement)
ARTHUR: Come here, my boy. Tell me your name.
TOM: It is Tom, Milord.
ARTHUR: Where is your home?
TOM: In Warwick, Milord.
ARTHUR: Then listen to me, Tom of Warwick. You will not fight in the battle, do you hear?
TOM: (Disappointed') Yes, Milord.
ARTHUR: You will run behind the lines and hide in a tent till it is over. Then you will return to your
home in England. Alive. To grow up and grow old. Do you understand?
TOM: Yes, Milord.
ARTHUR: And for as long as you live you will remember what I, the King, tell you; and you will do
as I command.
TOM: (No longer disappointed") Yes, Milord.
ARTHUR: (Smgs)
Each evening from December to December
Before you drift to sleep upon your cot,
Think back on all the tales that you remember
Of Camelot.
Ask ev'ry person if he's heard the story;
And tell it strong and clear if he has not:
That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory
Called Camelot.
Camelot! Camelotl
Now say it out with love and joy!
TOM: (Bursting with it) Camelot! Camelot!
ARTHUR: (His arm around the boy's shoulder') Yes, Camelot, my boy . .
Where once it never rained till after sundown;
By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown . . .
Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment that was known
As Camelot. . .
(PELLINORE enters carrying the Sword Excalibur)
PELLINORE: Arthur . . . ?
ARTHUR: (Feverishly') Give me the sword.
PELLINORE: (.Handing it to him) Here.
ARTHUR: Kneel, Tom. Kneel. (The boy does') With this sword, Excalibur, I knight you Sir Tom of
Warwick. (He touches the boy on each shoulder) And I command you to return home and carry
out my orders.
TOM: (Rising) Yes, Milord.
PELLINORE: What are you doing, Arthur? You have a battle to fight.
ARTHUR: Battle? I've won my battle, Pelly. Here's my victory! (The music swells behind him)
What we did will be remembered. You'll see, Pelly. Now, run, Sir Tom! Behind the lines!
TOM: (Radiantly) Yes, Milord. (He runs off)
ARTHUR: (His eyes following the boy") Run, Sir Tom! Run boy! Through the lines!
PELLINORE: Who is that, Arthur?
ARTHUR: One of what we all are, Pelly. Less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit
sea. (He smiles. There is jubilance in his voice) But it seems some of the drops sparkle, Pelly.
Some of them do sparkle! Run, boy!
(The music swells. He takes a firm grip on his sword and moves to exit, as:)

The Curtain Falls