“...and there encountered with him all at once Sir Bors, Sir Ector, and Sir Lionel, and they three smote him at once with their spears, and with force of themselves they smote Sir Lancelot's horse reverse to the earth. And by misfortune Sir Bors smote Sir Lancelot through the shield into the side...”
“Eight, sir; seven, sir;Six, sir; five, sir;Four, sir; Three, sir;Two, sir; one!Tenser, said the Tensor.Tenser, said the Tensor.Tension, apprehension,And dissension have begun.”
“Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?""Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.”
“Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.”
“No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir.”
“I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.”