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♪ Guinevere, Guinevere ♪
♪ In that dim, mournful year. ♪
♪ Saw the men she held most dear ♪
♪ Go to war for Guinevere ♪
♫ Guinevere, Guinevere ♫
♫ In that dim, mournful year ♫
♫ Saw the men she held most dear ♫
♫ Go to war for Guinevere ♫
♫ Guinevere, Guinevere ♫
♫ Guinevere ♫
Why
is Guinevere
in that castle behind walls I can not enter.
Why am I on the far side of the channel
on this dark and dismal plain
waiting an angry dawn to do battle against the man I love
for woman I love.
The rules of battle are not for Lancelot du Lac, Your Majesty.
Let us attack now while they sleep.
We attack at dawn not a moment before.
- But Your Majesty... - As the laws of decency
at least we will observe the rules of dieing.
Merlin...
How did I blunder onto this agonizing absurdity?
Where did I go wrong, how did I stumble?
Please tell me I must know,
I haven't much time.
A thin inch of sunlight over that hill
and the arrows will begin to fly.
Merlin, if I am to die in battle
please do not let me die bewildered.
Merlin! Merlin!
In whenever cave you hide.
Whenever in God's Kingdom you slumber,
I command you to take me back to the beginning!
Take me back to the beginning!
Think Arthur…
think…
I'm thinking Merlin.
I'm thinking.
Where are you Merlin?
I am here Arthur, under this tree.
I know you are up there, come down at once!
Wart, you hear me?
Do you hear me Wart?
Come down I say.
You are perfectly safe.
There is no one here.
The welcoming committee. No carriage.
No sign of your bride.
Merlin!
Merlin! Merlin!
Merlin why are you angry?
I know you are because you call me Wart.
Yes Wart.
Your schoolboy nickname.
That's what your behavior warrants.
Perched in a tree.
Trying to steal a look at your bride.
Will you never learn patience?
Patience...
I am the King,
others must learn patience.
Oh Merlin, please tell me.
How is she? Is she's beautiful?
I don't recall.
Oh rubbish.
Are you pretending you don't or you can't remember the future?
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.
Oh Merlin,
Merlin, I command you as your King to tell me.
- Is she, or is she not… - She is…
- beautiful. - Quite…
- or very? - Very.
Oh Merlin, why haven't you taught me about love and marriage.
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.
Better heed me well from now on.
I shan't be here long.
- Why not? - I have told you.
I am due to be bewitched by a nymph named Nimue,
who will steal my magic powers and lock me in a cave forever.
Nimue… fiddlesticks.
Every time you are displeased with me.
You threaten me with this creature
- Nimue. - It is not a threat,
it will happen, someday.
It will happen.
Well Merlin, when you think she's near…
why don't you change yourself, into a bat.
Oh Merlin,
Merlin do you remember when I was a little boy,
you change me into a hawk.
Oh, the feeding, sailing through the air.
Merlin do it again.
Right this minute for old time's sake.
One last soar through the sky.
So you can soar through the sky to her carriage
and see her through the window.
No.
Merlin, I must insist that you'll remember who I am.
Please Merlin.
Change me into a hawk or I'll have your head " toc' " cut off.
Have my head cut off!?!
Oh Wart,
it is 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. At once!
Psst.
My people indeed!
As if they give a thought for what the King is doing tonight.
♪ I know what my people are thinking tonight, ♪
♪ as home through the shadows they wander. ♪
♪ Everyone smiling in secret delight, ♪
♪ they stare at the castle and ponder ♪
♪ Whenever the wind blows this way, ♪
♪ you can almost hear everyone say: ♪
♪ I wonder what the King is doing tonight? ♪
♪ What merriment is the King pursuing tonight? ♪
♪ The candles at the court, they never burned as bright. ♪
♪ I wonder what the King is up to tonight? ♪
♪ How goes the final hour as he sees the bridal bower ♪
♪ being regally and legally prepared? ♪
♪ Well, I'll tell you what the King is doing tonight: ♪
♪ He's scared! ♪
♪ He's scared!... ♪
♪ You mean that a King who fought a dragon, ♪
♪ Whacked him in two and fixed his wagon, ♪
♪ goes to be wed in terror and distress? ♪
Yes!
♪ A warrior who's so calm in battle ♪
♪ Even his armor doesn't rattle, ♪
♪ faces a woman petrified with fright? ♪
Right!
♪ You mean the enormous clamoring ♪
♪ of the sounds of a blacksmith hammering ♪
♪ is really the banging of his royal knees? ♪
Oh, please!
♪ Well you wonder what the King is wishing tonight? ♪
♪ He's wishing he were in Scotland fishing tonight. ♪
♪ What occupies his time while waiting for his 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!
♪ And, that's what the King is doing ♪
♪ Tonight. ♪
♪ St. Genevieve! St. Genevieve! ♪
♪ It's Guinevere. 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, ♪
♪ I won't obey you any more! ♪
♪ You've gone a bit too far. ♪
♪ I won't be bid and bargained 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. ♪
Arthur
♪ Oh, Genevieve, St. Genevieve, ♪
♪ where were you when my youth was sold? ♪
♪ Dear Genevieve, sweet Genevieve, ♪
♪ shan't I be young before I'm old? ♪
Shan't I, St. Genevieve? Why must I suffer this squalid destiny?
Just when I reach the golden age of eligibility and woo-ability.
Is my fate determined by love and courtship? Oh, no.
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?
♪ 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? ♪
A thousand pardons, Milady. Please! Don't run away I will not harm you.
You lie! You'll leap at me and throw me to the ground.
I'll do no such thing.
Then you'll twist my arm and tie me to a tree.
No, I will not.
Then you'll sling me over your shoulder and carry me off.
No! I swear, by the sword Excalibur! I will not touch you.
Why not?
How dare you insult me in this fashion!
Do my looks repel you?
Oh no. You're beautiful.
Well, then? We're alone. I'm completely defenseless.
What kind of a cad are you? Apologize at once.
I apologize. I'm not quite sure what I've done wrong,
but from the bottom of my heart, I really do apologize.
Oh! I think I know. You heard me praying.
I couldn't help it, Milady. You did pray rather loudly.
- And you know who I am? - You're Guinevere.
Yes you're afraid I may be your Queen.
That accounts for your polite, respectful, despicable behavior.
Oh, why isn't Merlin here!
He usually senses when I need him and he appears.
Why has he failed me now?
- Who? - Merlin. My teacher.
He'd know what to do immediately.
You see, I'm not accomplished at thinking, and I have Merlin do it for me.
Well he's the wisest man alive. He lives backwards.
- I beg your pardon? - He lives backwards.
Well he doesn't age you see. He youth-ens.
Milady let me explain. You see, Merlin can remember the future
and therefore tell you what you'll be doing in it.
Do you understand?
Well 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.
- You refuse to go on... ever? - Ever.
My only choice is to...
Don't stare. It's rude.
Who are you?
Uh...
Actually, they call me Wart.
Wart?
What a ridiculous name.
Are you sure you heard them properly?
Oh... yes Milady. It was a nickname.
It was given to me when I was a little boy.
You're rather sweet, in spite of your name.
And I didn't think I was going like anyone in Camelot.
Can you imagine? Riding in a carriage for seven hours on
the verge of hysteria, then seeing that horrible castle
rising in the distance, and running away,
Then having a strange man come peering at you
through the branches looking like a lost owl.
You must admit for my first day away from home it's quite a plateful.
If only I weren't alone...
Wart, why don't you?
- Is it really Wart? - Oh, yes.
Wart, why don't you run away with me?
I? Run away with you?
Yes! 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.
Oh! What a dream she spins, and how easily I could be caught up in it
I'm afraid I can't Milady.
To serve as your protector would answer the prayers
of the most fanatic cavalier alive. But alas, I must decline.
- You force me to stay here? - Oh, not at all,
But you know you're the only one I know in Camelot. Whom else can I turn to?
Well, if you do persist in escaping Milady,
I could arrange for somebody brave and trustworthy to accompany you.
Then do so immediately. There's not much time.
Oh, do look around you, Milady.
Reconsider. Camelot is unique.
Milady... we have here in Camelot, an enchanted forest where a fairy queen,
Morgan le Fay, lives in an invisible castle
and that is most unusual.
And we have an owl that talks called Archimedes.
He talks! And that is highly original.
And we have unicorns with silver feet. The rarest kind.
And we have far and away the most equitable climate in the entire world.
Ordained by royal decree! And that is extremely uncommon.
- Oh, come now. - It's true!
It's true!
♪ The crown has made it clear: ♪
♪ The climate must be 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. ♪
It's true!
Come!
♪ Camelot! Camelot! ♪
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 mornings fog must disappear. ♪
♪ In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot ♪
♪ for happily-ever-aftering ♪
♪ than here in Camelot. ♪
And I suppose all the autumn leaves fall in neat little piles.
Oh, no, Milady. They blow away completely.
At night, of course.
Of course.
♪ Camelot! Camelot! ♪
♪ 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 9:00 P.M. the moonlight must appear. ♪
♪ In short, there's simply not ♪
♪ a more congenial spot ♪
♪ for happily-ever-aftering ♪
♪ than here in Camelot. ♪
It's true... It's true!
There she is!
Wart, save me!
Your Majesty,
forgive me, Your Majesty. I did not see you for a moment.
Merlin...!
Milady,
Milady when...
when I was a young lad of eighteen, our good King Pendragon
died in London leaving no one to succeed him,
only a sword stuck through an anvil that stood on a stone.
And written on it in letters of gold it said:
"Whoso pulleth out this sword from this stone
and anvil is right-wise born King of all England."
Well, many knights tried to dislodge it, but they failed.
So a great tournament was proclaimed for New Year's Day
so that all the mightiest knights in England
could gather together in one spot and have a go at the sword.
Well I went to London as a squire to my cousin, Sir Kay.
On the morning of the tournament, Kay discovered he'd left his
sword behind and gave me a shilling to go back to fetch it.
On my way through London, I passed this square
and there saw this sword looming up into the sky.
Not thinking to quickly, I thought it was a war memorial.
Well, since the square was deserted, I thought I would borrow it
and save myself the journey.
I, I tried to dislodge it
and I failed. I tried again
and I failed again. I tried again
and I failed again. Then I closed my eyes and with all my might
tried for one last time. and...
Ohhh!
The sword moved in my hand
and slowly fell out of the stone.
I heard a great cry.
I opened my eyes, the square was filled with people shouting:
"Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the Kin..."
I looked at the sword in my hand
and saw the blade gleaming with letters of gold.
That's how I became King.
I never wanted to be King.
I never thought I would be King
and since I am King, I have been ill at ease in my crown.
Until, my eyes beheld you
and then, for the first time, I felt like a King.
I was glad to be King
and most astonishing of all,
suddenly I wanted to be the wisest, most heroic,
most splendid King to ever sit on any throne.
If Milady will come with me, I will arrange for
the carriage to take you back to your father.
♪ 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 happily-ever-aftering ♪
♪ than here in Camelot. ♪
- I'm afraid, Your Majesty. - Afraid?
Marriage is rather frightening, isn't it?
I must confess, the thought had occur to me.
Aw, but of course, now that I met you, the thought
of not marrying sounds infinitely more terrifying.
What would have happened if we hadn't? To the treaty?
It would have been broken and war would have been declared.
War? Over me? How simply marvelous!
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.
All his life I have struggled to teach him to think.
Then, over the hill comes his fated maiden
and for her he wants to be Cesar,
and Solomon.
Man,
man goes from love to ambition,
never from ambition to love.
Who said that?
Someone in the 19th century I believe, if my memory serves me correctly
or was it the 20th.
No matter, now at last he will begin
putting together the pieces of his destiny.
It shan't be long, a night,
five years from now
or is it six?
No no four, yes yes, after the battle of Bedegraine.
No, no. Bedegraine was much earlier.
What is it with me today?
My memory is full of clouds. It's clouds be salinity?
I've outgrown that.
♪ Far from day, far from night ♪
♪ Out of time, out of sight ♪
♪ In between earth and sea, ♪
♪ We shall fly. ♪
♪ Follow me ♪ - Nimue, is that you?
♪ Dry the rain, warm the snow, ♪
♪ Where the winds never go ♪
- ♪ Follow me ♪ - No Nimue
not yet.
♪ Follow me ♪
♪ To a cave by a sapphire shore ♪
♪ We shall walk through an emerald door, ♪
♪ and for thousands of ever-mores to come, ♪
♪ my life you shall be. ♪
Nimue, must you steal my magic powers so soon? Couldn't you wait a bit longer?
Wait! Did I tell him everything he must know? Have I told him of Lancelot?
I did. But Lancelot and Guenevere! Did I warn
him of Lancelot and Guenevere? And Mordred?
I didn't warn him of Mordred, and I must! But what of Mordred. I remember nothing…
♪ Only you, only I, ♪
♪ World farewell, world goodbye. ♪
♪ To our home 'neath the sea ♪
. - ♪ Follow me. ♪
- Goodbye, Arthur. - ♪ Follow me. ♪
- My memory of the future is gone. - ♪ Follow me. ♪
- 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!
Oh Jenny, you cannot deny the facts!
Did I or did I not pledge to you five years ago
that I would become the wisest the most heroic the most
splendid King to ever sit on any throne?
- You did. - And in five years,
have I become the wisest the most heroic the most
splendid King to ever sit on any throne?
- You have. - Oh rubbish Jenny
I have not become what I pledged to you I would be.
I'm a failure, and that's that.
Arthur, it's not true. You're the greatest warrior in England.
But for what purpose? Might is not always right.
Nonsense, dear, of course it is.
To be right and lose couldn't possibly be right.
Might and right, battle and plunder.
Oh, the thought always plagues me.
You know Merlin always frown on battles, yet Merlin always helped me win them.
There must be a clue there somewhere if only I could find 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 on a hill.
I fumble, I stumble, at last I get there and when I do, the hill is gone.
Not there at all.
I hear a voice crying out to me:
"Go back, Arthur, it's too dark for you to be out thinking."
My poor love. Let me see you do it. Walk out loud.
- Walk out loud. - Oh Jenny.
Proposition:
It's far better to be alive than dead.
Far better.
If that is the case, then why do we have battles, where people are killed?
I don't know. Do you?
Of course, because someone attacks.
Of course. That's very clever of you, Arthur.
Thank you Jenny.
Proposition: We have battles because someone attacks.
But why, why, why?
Because knights love it.
They adore charging around and whacking away.
It's splendid fun. You've said so yourself often.
Well it is splendid fun. But it is hardly reason enough.
Well I think it is
and from a woman's point of view, it's wonderfully exciting
seeing your knight in armor riding bravely off to battle
especially when you know he'll be home safe in one piece for dinner.
That's it Jenny! It's the armor!
Of course it's the armor! Only knights can afford to bedeck themselves in armor.
They declare war when ever it suits them,
and they go galloping throughout the countryside
slicing up peasants and foot soldiers, because
peasants and foot soldiers cannot afford the armor.
All that can happen to a knight is an occasional... dent.
Proposition: Wrong or right, they have the might,
so wrong or right, they're right and that's wrong.
Right?
Absolutely.
Dear Arthur, why don't we have a nice quiet dinner,
and after, if you like, you can stroll again.
Bless you Jenny.
Jenny, Jenny,
supposing we create a new order of chivalry?
I beg your pardon?
But a new order, where might is only used for right, to improve instead of destroy.
Oh yes Jenny, we could invite all the knights,
good or bad, to lay down their arms and come and join us here.
We could take one of the large rooms in the castle
and put a table in it, and all the knights will gather at it.
What will they do?
Oh...
Talk! Plan! Discuss! Make new laws! Plan improvements!
Really, Arthur, do you think knights would ever want to do such a peaceful thing?
Oh, we'll make it a great honor Jenny, very fashionable, they will all want to enroll.
Now...
The knights of my order will go galloping throughout the world.
Still dressed in armor. Still whacking away.
That will give them an outlet for their whacking.
Only this time they'll be whacking for good.
Defend virgins, redo wrongs done in the past, help the oppressed. Might...
Ohh!
Why that's it Jenny!
Not might is right…
Might for right.
- It's fascinating. - Oh Jenny, and it's so civilized.
We create a whole new generation of chivalry.
Young men, bursting with zeal and ideals.
It will have to be an awfully large table won't it!
But won't there be jealousy? All your knights will be claiming superiority
and wanting to sit at the head.
Oh, of course Jenny, of course.
Well then, we'll have to make a sort of...
a sort of... a circular sort of thing.
Aroun-aroun-aroun-aroun. A round.
A Round Table Jenny.
There is no head.
My father has one that would be perfect. It seats a hundred and fifty.
It was given to him once as a present. He never uses it.
Thank you Jenny.
Oh Jenny, have I had a thought? Am I at that hill again
or is it all just a mirage?
I could be wrong. The whole idea may be absurd.
Oh why isn't Merlin here now that I need him?
He'd tell me what to do.
Knights at a table.
- A Round Table. - A Round Table.
A new order of chivalry.
Shining knights' gallivanting around the countryside.
Like like like like...
Angels in armor, sword-swinging apostles battling to stamp out evil!
Jenny it's ridiculous.
Why it's juvenile... it's infantile... It's folly... it's... it's... it's...
It's marvelous.
It 'tis marvelous.
Absolutely marvelous.
We'll...
♪ Send the heralds riding through the country, ♪
♪ Tell every living person far and near. ♪
♪ That there is simply not in all the world a spot ♪
♪ Where rules a more resplendent King ♪
♪ Than here in... ♪
♪ Camelot. ♪
♪ In far off France I heard your call. ♪
♪ 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 unwincible, ♪
♪ 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 moi, c'est moi, 'tis I. ♪
♪ I've never lost in battle or game. ♪
I'm simply the best by far.
♪ When swords are crossed 'tis always the same: ♪
♪ One blow and au revoir ♪
♪ C'est moi, c'est moi, ♪
♪ So admirably fit, ♪
♪ A French prometheus unbound. ♪
♪ And here I stand with valor untold, ♪
♪ Exceptionally 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 every 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 untouched and pure? ♪
C'est moi.
♪ C'est moi, 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 I ♪
♪ I've never strayed! From all I believe. ♪
♪ I'm blessed 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 prayer, ♪
♪ Incredibly clean, ♪
♪ With virtue to spare, ♪
♪ The godliest man I know. ♪
♪ C'est moi! ♪
I cannot bring him to, Lancelot.
You gave him a shattering blow.
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.
And no harm must befall you.
Beware, enemies of Arthur! Do you hear me? Beware!
From this moment on, you answer to me.
Uhh.
Now that you have recovered, sir, I bid you good day.
And the next time you raise a spear at me, remember
you challenge the right arm of King Arthur.
I am King Arthur!
The King?
Uhh.
Almost the late King.
I struck you? Oh, my God!
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.
My dear fellow, I don't want you to suffer at all.
I want to congratulate you. Please rise. You, too, squire.
Oh I can't, Your Majesty. I am too ashamed to lift my head.
Well then, I command you.
I've never felt a bash in my chest quite like it. It was most spectacular.
Where did you learn to do it?
Oh, my skill comes from training, Your Majesty. My strength from purity.
Oh, yeah.
Well, that is a unique recipe.
Well, he is a unique man, Your Majesty.
Why when he was fourteen he could defeat any jouster in France.
His father, King Ban, made me his squire...
Did you say Ban? Of Beniguss? What did you say your name was?
Lancelot du Lac, Your Majesty.
Why, you're Lancelot.
I was told you were coming.
- You were told, Your Majesty? - Yes.
Yes. Merlin, the court magician.
He said to me one day: "Arthur, keep your eye out for Lancelot du Lac."
"He will come from Joyous Gard", "He will come to the court of Camelot, and he will be...
he will be... he will be...
he will be..." Oh, what was it now.
- He will be? - 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.
Well really.
That's far more that I could hope for, that's far more that I should ask.
Then you'll accept me?
Without hesitation.
We will arrange for his knighthood immediately.
We will... we will arrange for your knighthood immediately.
No, Your Majesty. Not imme... not imme...
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. - Now?
Yes, 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?!?
Well, actually, there's not much going on today!
Well...
Well you see Lancelot.
This is the first of May,
and the Queen and her court have gone a-Maying.
I was on my way to surprise her Majesty when of course, you surprised me.
Gone a-May-ing, Your Majesty?
Yes, yes. It's a sort of... It's a sort of picnic.
You eat grapes and chase young girls around trees.
Pic-nic, Your Majesty?
Yes... yes, it's a custom that we have here.
This is England, you know. It's the season for gathering flowers.
Knights gathering flowers, Your Majesty?
Well someone has to do it!
But with so much to be done?
That's precisely the point Lancelot,
because there is so much to be done.
And it is civilized. And civilization should have some gentle hobbies.
Look lets meet the Queen.
I should be honored. Dap, bring the horses to the castle,
feed them and dress them for battle.
Battle? But there's no one to fight today.
One never knows, Your Majesty.
Enemies seldom take holidays.
Yes, suppose so.
- Merlin. - What is it, Sire?
Have I offended you? Did I say something that displeased you?
Oh no, Lancelot.
I just recalled what Merlin said to me.
How wondrous. How strange.
Merlin said that you would be the greatest knight ever to sit at my table.
But that was long before I had ever thought of a table.
So, he knew it would exist!
I thought he meant a dining table
but he meant The Round Table.
So I have stumbled on my future.
I mean, I have done the right thing.
Did you ever doubt it, Your Majesty?
Of course. Only fools never doubt.
Well, welcome, to the table Lance. Bless you for coming. Lets meet the Queen.
♪ Tra la! It's May! ♪
♪ The lusty month of May! ♪
♪ That lovely month when everyone 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 every maiden prays that her lad ♪
♪ will be a cad! ♪
♪ It's mad! It's gay! ♪
♪ A libelous display. ♪
♪ Those dreary vows that everyone takes, ♪
♪ everyone breaks. ♪
♪ Everyone makes divine mistakes ♪
♪ The lusty month of May! ♪
♪ Tra la! It's May! ♪
♪ The lusty month of May! ♪
♫ That lovely month when everyone 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! ♫
♫ A holiday to stay, ♫
♪ when all the world is brimming with fun, ♪
♪ Wholesome or "un." ♪
♫ it's mad! It's gay! ♫
♫ A libelous display. ♫
♫ Those dreary vows that everyone takes, ♫
♫ everyone breaks. ♫
♫ Everyone makes divine mistakes ♫
♫ the lusty month of ♫
♫ May! ♫
Ooh, forgive the interruption.
On your knees, knight.
You are in the presence of her Majesty Guenevere,
Queen of England.
O-oh, really? A-ha, Your Majesty.
Will have to forgo the bending.
Beastly hinges need oiling.
Been sleeping out for eighteen years.
Know it isn't proper,
but there you are.
Do forgive, what?
- Who are you, Milord? - Well I'm named King Pellinore.
May have heard of me, What What? Ha-ha.
- What What?
- What? - What? - What? - What? - What?
- What? - What?
By the way, where am I now?
Don't you know?
No. Haven't the foggiest.
You're in Camelot.
Camelot? Thank you.
Horrid, we've been through here, haven't we?
Oh, you wouldn't know. All you can see is hair.
But I remember.
I remember.
I spent a lovely day here years ago with the the most delightful chap
named ah???
Ah??? Cort? Lort? Mort? Tick-e-portport Wart.
Wart! What what.
Yeah. Did you ever meet him, Milady?
Constantly. He's my husband, King Arthur of England.
By Jove! Is He Now!?! Good For Him! Well Done!
Yours fondly thought he was grand. Simply grand.
Do say Hello to him for me. When you see him again.
Oh well, mustn't take any more of your valuable time,
have to mollock on, now what?
King of England my word.
Isn't that well done, Horrid? Thank you so much.
Oh Milord, I am sure Arthur would love to see you again.
Wouldn't you care to spend the night?
Did???... spend the night?
Yes.
In a house?
In a bed.
- A bed? - A feather bed.
Would it have...
Pillows?
Down pillows.
Ooooh, I'd love that. By George, I would.
Oh ma'am, that is unkindly common of you.
I mean uncommonly kind of you.
And could he possibly sleep somewhere else?
Oh yes, of course. Where would you like him to sleep?
I don't know anywhere but anywhere around the castle will do.
The moat.
I don't really like him very much, he is a bit of company. But he's... he's...
He's a dog.
Very easily do without him.
Well then, he shall sleep in the stable.
Sir, would you kindly escort our guest to the castle?
With pleasure, Milady.
Ma'am, this is too generous of you. This is too generous for words.
What a glorious day! There's even a hint of summer in the air.
Or is that you? Oh, come along Horrid
Jenny, Jenny.
Arthur, what a delightful surprise.
Arthur, please forgive us. We have just encountered an
absolute cartoon of a man, called King Pellinore.
Pellinore? Why, I remember him from my youth. He was a delightful fellow.
- I've invited him to stay the night. - Splendid Jenny
I want you to meet Lancelot du Lac.
- Milord. - Your Majesty.
Jenny, this is the Lancelot that Merlin spoke of.
He's come all the way from France to join our table.
Welcome, Milord. I hope your journey was pleasant.
I am honored to be among you, Your Majesty.
And allow me to pledge to her Majesty my eternal dedication to this inspired cause.
Thank you M'lord.
Arthur how charming of you...
This splendid dream must be made a universal reality!
Oh, absolutely. It really must.
Arthur don't you think...
I have assured his Majesty that he may call upon me at any time
to perform any deed, no matter the risk.
Thank you, Milord. That's most comforting. Arthur, we have...
- I am always on duty. - Yes, I can see that.
Arthur, can you stay?
I would be delighted, my love.
I'd like you to hear the new program we've been discussing.
You see... what we thought was... We thought that... I... we...
Lancelot, I think you had better explain it.
- To her Majesty? - Of course.
Would her Majesty not find the complicated affairs of chivalry rather tedious?
Not at all, Milord. I've never found chivalry tedious
so far.
May I remind you, Milord, that The Round Table happens to be my husband's idea.
Any idea, however exalted, could be improved.
- Really! - Oh yes.
I have suggested to his Majesty that we create...
a standard for chivalry.
Isn't that marvelous idea, Jenny?
- A standard for chivalry? - Oh yes, a standard for chivalry.
Well that way chivalry will uhmm..
Will have a standard.
Well yes, Your Majesty.
There must be an unattainable goal that, with work,
becomes attainable. Not only in arms, but in thought.
An indoctrination of noble Christian principle.
And whose abilities would serve as the standard, Milord?
Well certainly not mine, Your Majesty. It would not be fair.
Not fair, in what way?
Oh, I would never ask anyone to live by my standards, Your Majesty.
To dedicate yourself to the tortured quest for perfection in body and spirit.
Oh, no, I would not ask that of anyone.
Nor would I.
And have you achieved perfection, Milord?
Well physically, yes, Your Majesty.
But the refining of the soul is an endless struggle.
Oh, I daresay. I do daresay.
Do you mean to tell me you've never been defeated in battle or tournament?
No never, Your Majesty.
I see. And I gather you consider it highly unlikely ever to happen in the future?
Highly, Your Majesty.
Sir Dinadan.
Lancelot tell me… how was the channel? Did you have a rough crossing?
Tell me a little of your struggle for the perfection of the spirit.
Jenny, I think we ought to discuss the training program.
I'm much more interested in his spirit and his noble Christian principles.
Tell me, Milord, have you come to grips with humility lately?
Humility, Your Majesty?
Jenny, I think we ought to discuss the training
program elsewhere. Not here and not now.
You look far too beautiful, my darling,
to have anything on your mind but frolic and flowers.
Have a nice day. This same to all of you.
Sir Dinadan.
Come along, Lancelot. Come quickly!
- Good day, Your Majesty. - Good day to you, Milord.
By George, that frenchman is an unpleasant fellow.
He seems to have the King wrapped around his finger.
He's so poisonously good.
Well, he probably walked across the channel.
- Sir Dinadan. - Your Majesty?
When is our next tournament?
It is a week from Saturday, Your Majesty.
And who are our three best jousters?
Sir Lionel, Sir Sagramore and, with all "humility,".
C'est moi, Your Majesty.
Milady, he shall have my challenge in the morning.
- And mine. - And mine.
♪ Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! ♪
♪ That darling month when everyone throws self-control away. ♪
♫ It's mad! It's gay! A libelous display. ♫
♫ Those dreary vows that everyone takes, ♫
♫ everyone breaks. ♫
♫ Everyone makes divine mistakes ♫
♫ the lusty month of ♫
♫ May! ♫
♪ Tra la! Tra la ♪
♪ La la la laaa! ♪
Are you truly satisfied with the proclamation, Lance?
Is there anything you would like to add?
Not at all, Arthur. It's perfect.
Of course, there are one or two changes I'd like you to consider.
- Of course, naturally. - Sire.
It's for you Jenny.
What changes would you like me to consider Lance?
It's not pressing, Arthur. We can do it tomorrow.
Lets do it now!
I'd rather not, Arthur. If you'll excuse me.
- Good evening, Milord. - Good evening, Your Majesty.
Tell me while I was napping, did I miss any improvements in chivalry?
No, Your Majesty. If you will excuse me.
Milord.
When you're arranging things with God tonight,
do be sure and give us nice weather tomorrow.
No one could refuse your wish...
Milady.
Good night, Sire. Good nights, Milord.
Jenny why, why do you persist in baiting that boy?
Baiting? Not at all. Haven't you heard his latest claim?
He says he can perform miracles!
- Oh, miracles, what! - Oh, come, come both of you.
Surely that was a figure of speech.
Oh no Arthur, he announced to the knights as clear as a bell,
he's purity gives him miraculous powers.
Well I can tell you both "as clear as a bell".
He was referring to his physical, prowess which is vast indeed.
Physical prowess, well, we shall see about his
physical prowess in the tournament tomorrow.
Do you know Sir Sagramore, Sir Lionel and Sir Dinadan
have all three challenged him to a joust.
There's three damn strong men.
You mean, he's accepted to fight all three on one and the same day?
Yes, quite.
I tell you, Arthur, in all my travels I've never met anyone like him.
He doesn't drink. Has no lady. Talks to no body but you
and God.
He's crammed full of religion.
An all around unpleasant fellow.
Pelly, would you tell the Chamberlain the order of jousts tomorrow
will be Dinadan, Sagramore and Lionel.
Ah, ha-ha! The big chap last?
Woa, good idea. Yours hopefully can hardly wait.
Good night, ma'am. Good night, Arthur.
Big chap last, eh? Good idea.
Oh Jenny, for you.
Oh, its a note of thank from Sir Lionel.
I'm allowing him to carry my kerchief tomorrow.
Oh Jenny,
Jenny. Dear Jenny,
I would be most grateful if you would withdraw your permission from Sir Lionel.
At this late date, Arthur? It would be rather awkward.
Well then allow uh... Lancelot to carry your kerchief against Sir Sagramore.
But, I promised it to Sagramore.
Then against Dinadan.
Well he asked so prettily, I couldn't refuse.
Oh Jenny, this is appalling!
Jenny there are certain issues here which you have obviously overlooked.
You see it will appear to the court that you are rooting for Lance's defeat.
We don't know he'll be defeated.
Besides, he knocked you unconscious and you woke up his bosom friend.
Maybe he'll knock them out too
and they'll all take a house by the sea together.
Oh Jenny, Jenny, at the risk of disappointing the knights,
I ask you to withdraw your permission from all three.
Arthur, I believe you're jealous of the knights and their attentions to me.
- Are you, my love? - Jealous Jenny?!
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.
Why they've carried your kerchief in tournament a hundred times, and...
And, you are dragged me off the subject and I want to get back on it.
Now, will you or will you not, withdraw your permission?
Only if you command me as King.
And if I do, will you forgive me?
Never.
If I ask as a husband, will you, as a favor?
- Jenny? - No.
Arthur, all the knights are against him, and I quite agree with them.
I find him just as overbearing and pretentious as they do.
Jenny that is not the issue.
The issue is your kerchief.
Can we not stay on the subject?
But there is nothing more to be said.
If his Majesty wishes me to withdraw permission, let him command me
and yours humbly will graciously obey.
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Oh!
Oh! Blast you, Merlin! This is all your fault!
♪ You swore that you had taught me everything from a to z, ♪
♪ With nary an omission in between. ♪
♪ Well, I shall tell you what ♪
♪ You obviously forgot: ♪
♪ That how a ruler rules ♪
♪ A Queen! ♪
♪ And what of teaching me by ♪
♪ turning me to animal and bird, ♪
♪ From beaver to the smallest bobolink! ♪
♪ I should have had a whirl ♪
♪ at changing to a girl, ♪
♪ to learn the way the creatures ♪
♪ Think! ♪
But
wasn't there a night, on a summer long gone by,
we saw a couple wrangling away,
and did I not say,
Merlin: What if that chap were I?
♪ And did he not give counsel and say. ♪
What was it now?
Oh, 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 to every woman ♪
♪ since the whole rigmarole began. ♪
♪ Do I flatter her? I begged him answer. ♪
♪ Do I threaten or cajole or plead? ♪
♪ Do I 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. ♪
What's wrong, Jenny?
Where are you these days?
I...
I don't understand you.
What are you thinking?
But no matter.
Merlin said to me once. He said:
"Arthur, never be too disturbed if you don't
understand what a woman is thinking."
"They don't do it very often."
But,
what do you do...
while they're doing it?
♪ 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. ♪
Oh, just...
Love her.
♪ Sir Dinadan's in form and feeling in his prime. ♪
♫ Yaw! Yaw! Yaw! And, we'll all have a glorious time! ♫
♪ Sir Sagramore is fit, and Sir Lionel feels sublime. ♪
♫ Yaw! Yaw! Yaw! And, we'll all have a glorious time! ♫
♫ Now look you there! Sir Dinadan's astride. ♫
Astride.
♫ It's obvious he will be the first to ride. ♫
- oh look!
♫ It's obvious he will be the first to ride. ♫
♫ Good fortune, Dinadan! We hail you, Dinadan! ♫
♫ Yaw! Yaw! Yaw! Yaw! Yaw! Yaw! ♫
♫ Sir Dinadan! Sir Dinadan! ♫
♫ Oh, there he goes with all his might and main. ♫
There he goes.
♫ He's got a steady grip upon the rein. ♫
Steady.
Steady steady.
Steady
♫ Sir Dinadan! Sir Dinadan! ♫
♫ Oh, try to gallop by him on the right, ♫
On the right. On the right.
♫ For that's the arm where you have all the might. ♫
To the right!
To the right! To the right!
♫ By jove, they're coming near! ♫
There close!
♫ Sir Dinadan is raising up his spear! ♫
♫ Oh, charge him, Dinadan! ♫
Charge him!
♫ You have him now, so charge him, Dinadan! ♫
♫ Here comes the blow! Here comes the blow! ♫
Oh, no!
♪ 'Twas luck, that's all it was, Pure luck and nothing more. ♪
♫ Sagramore will even up the score. ♫
♪ The frenchman struck him first, ♪
♪ But the blow was not that great. ♪
♫ Sagramore will open up his pate. ♫
♫ That's Sir Sagramore! He's riding on the field! ♫
♪ Oh, there's the black and crimson of his shield. ♪
♫ There he goes! There he goes ♫
♫ he's bending low and spurring on his steed. ♫
There he goes!
♫ He's charging him at record breaking speed. ♫
Charge! Charge!
♫ Sagramore! Oh, make his armor crack and split in two. ♫
Crack him!
♫ A mighty whack as only you can do. ♫
Crack him!
♫ Now, look you through the dust! ♫
Look!
♫ Sir Sagramore is ready for the thrust! ♫
♫ And now they're circling 'round! ♫
Hit him!
♫ Sir Sagramore will drive him to the ground! ♫
♫ Here comes ♫
♫ the blow! Here comes. ♫
♫ The blow! ♫
Oh, no!
He did that rather well, don't you think, dear?
♪ That horse of Sagramore's is too old. ♪
But felling Dinadan with one blow, dear.
♪ Sir Dinadan, I am told, has a nasty cold. ♪
♫ Sir Lionel! Sir Lionel! ♫
♫ Oh, charge at him and throw him off his horse! ♫
Go!
♫ Oh, show him what we mean by English force! ♫
Knock him down!
Down!
♫ Sir Lionel! Sir Lionel! ♫
♫ I've never seen him ever ride as fast! ♫
Go!
♫ That frenchman will be hopelessly outclassed! ♫
Yo!
Ya! Ya! Ya!
♫ His spear is in the air! ♫
♫ I tell you Lancelot hasn't got a prayer! ♫
♫ His shield is much too low! ♫
Sword!
♫ A good hard thrust and downward he will go ♫
♫ and here's the blow! Here comes ♫
♫ the blow! ♫
♫ Oh, no! Oh, no! ♫
♫ Sir Lionel is down! ♫
♫ Dear God, it isn't true! ♫
♫ Sir Lionel is dead! ♫
The spear has run him through!
ᴼʰ!
A miracle, it was a miracle! Absolutely miraculous, what?
Imagine bringing that chap to life.
And that's a big chap, Arthur.
Ooh, he was an enormous, big chap.
I mean, however the boy did it, it took an awful lot of whatever it is he uses?
I say! Do you think he could help cure my rheumatism
or does he only go in for bigger things?
You know from sleeping out all those years I get a pain that starts about here.
I don't know, Pelly. 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.
I say Arthur, that's a bit snappy.
All right, I will.
I'll go down and see the fellows.
Wait, Pelly.
It was a bit "snappy."
I do apologize.
Of course.
Unimportant.
Pelly, have you never been in love?
No. Lord old chap. No no.
Never had the time. Always been too busy chasing the beast.
Now, I'm not young enough or old enough.
I'm too young and too old.
I'm too old not to be uncertain of fears that might phantom,
and too young not to be tormented by them.
Well I... I... I don't know what you're talking about Arthur.
Ah, well ma'am.
- That was quite a day wasn't it? - Yes it was, Pelly
I must say, you were very generous with the boy, ma'am.
When he stood there looking at you
and you stood there looking at him,
I must say it was very touching.
- Didn't you think so, Arthur? - Pelly...
Pelly, summon the Chamberlain. Alert the court there are to be festivities tonight.
Have him come to my study and bring the names of those awaiting knighthood.
Right. Festivities, eh?
I'd better get down to the blacksmith's and get into my formal togs.
Jenny,
you look
rather
tired.
Oh yes I am, rather.
I'm sorry to have to put you through a formal affair this evening,
but I thought Lance should be invested immediately.
Oh yes, of course. I shall be all right
Jenny.
Jenny, why don't you take lady Anne and go to the lodge for a few days?
I'll join you in the weekend. You know how she
always amuses you with her "gossip" of the court
and I think it might do you good
to get away from chivalry
and Round Tables for a while.
Don't you think?
Oh, Lance, go away.
Go away and don't come back.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ I 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 away! ♪
♪ Till I forget I gazed at you ♪
♪ Today. ♪
Forgive me, Milady.
I didn't mean to disturb you, but
I was told that Arthur wanted to see me.
I believe he does.
And you're not disturbing me Lancelot. You are to be knighted.
- When, Milady? - This evening.
- I wish he would not. - Why?
I'm not worthy of it, Milady. I don't deserve it.
Not deserve it? Lancelot, what greater wonder could you ever perform?
No, I'm sure Arthur will insist on it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must change for dinner.
- But do wait here. Arthur will be... - Jenny, don't go.
Jenny,
I love you.
God forgive me, but I do.
God forgive us both, Lance.
I...
I knew it since the first afternoon.
Not when we met, But when I walked away.
- When I. - Lance!!
Lance!
Lance I...
I have been
searching for you everywhere.
What a stunning achievement, my boy! And the court!
You could almost hear their hearts burst open to you.
Surely I can arrange your knighthood now.
Sainthood is not in my power.
I shall be honored, Arthur.
But before we throw ourselves into pomp and ritual
I thought that we three might have a quiet drink together.
If you'll make an exception, Lance.
I'll do it.
Do you have any idea the impact the miracle will have on the country?
When this is known, they'll be flocking to the
Round Table from one end of England to the other.
From Scotland and Wales and all those quests we've
planned for the knights may not even be necessary.
For when it is known what has happened here in Camelot
it is possible that they may lay down their arms and come
of their own
free
will.
It is possible
that they will never
take up arms
again.
And all
orders will
disappear
and there will be
a real
P...
Peace.
Oh, the things I dreamed.
I dreamed.
Excalibur.
The invested knights of The Round Table
of Brackley, Colgrevance.
Of Winchester, Bliant.
Of Wales, Guilliam.
Of Cornwall, Castor.
Of Joyous Gard, Lancelot du Lac.
Proposition:
If I could choose, from every woman who breathes on this earth,
the face I would most love, the smile,
the laugh, the touch, the voice, the heart, the very soul itself,
every feature and detail to the last strand of the hair.
It would all
be Jenny.
Proposition: If I could choose from every man who breathes on this
earth a man for my friend, a man for my brother and a man for my son,
they would all be Lance.
I love them.
Yes, 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 hear 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 through with feeble hoping.
I demand a man's
VENGEANCE!
Proposition:
I am a King,
not a man.
And a civilized King.
Could it possibly be civilized to love myself above all?
Could it possibly be civilized to destroy the thing I love?
What of their pain and their torment?
Did they ask for this calamity? Can passion be selected?
Is there any doubt of their devotion to me and to my table?
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. They, you and I!
And
may God
have mercy
on us all.
♪ Toujours j'ai fait le tété vœux, ♪ (Always I made the greeting head, )
♪ Sur terre une déesse, au del un dieu. ♪ (On earth a goddess, God above.)
♪ Un homme désire pour être heureux ♪ (A man désire to be happy)
♪ Sur terre une déesse, au del un dieu. ♪ (On earth a goddess, God above.)
♪ 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. ♪
- Did you write this, Lancelot? - Yes.
Why do you always write about you? Why don't you ever write about me?
I can't write about you.
I love you too much.
Jenny, I should leave you and never come back.
I've said it to myself day after day, year after year.
But how could I?
Look at you.
When would I?
♪ 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 be in springtime, ♪
♪ Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so? ♪
♪ Oh, no, not in springtime! ♪
♪ Summer, winter or fall! ♪
♪ No, never could I leave you ♪
♪ At all. ♪
♪ If ever I would leave you, ♪
♪ How could it be in springtime, ♪
♪ Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so? ♪
♪ Oh, no, not in springtime! ♪
♪ Summer, winter or fall! ♪
♪ No, never could I leave you ♪
♪ At all. ♪
Jenny...
How much do you think Arthur knows?
What is there to know?
Desire without hope. Love without loving.
What does he never leave the castle without one of us with him.
There are rumors in every corner of every hall.
Surely he must have heard them.
Jenny, what if they erupted into accusation?
There is a court of law now Lance, there can be no accusation without evidence
and there is no evidence
and never will be.
- It is time to go, lady Anne? - Yes, Milady.
I have a thrilling engagement this afternoon, Lancelot.
I'm giving the prizes at the cattle show.
I can't wait to see who wins.
Oh, I have the list of winners for you, Milady.
Oh, the Aberdeen Angus for a change.
I'm so pleased for him. He's been working so hard,
and losing for years to the short horns.
- Thank you for waiting with me, Lancelot. - Thank you for allowing me, Milady.
Ah, Camelot.
Where the King gives freedom and the Queen takes liberties.
You poor things.
Perhaps we can arrange a little rendezvous for you.
Ah Pelly, have you seen Lance?
He just left, Your Majesty. He was here with the Queen.
With the que...???
You aren't a member of this court. How dare you enter these grounds unannounced!
But I was announced, Milord.
Did the Chamberlain not say that there was a young man from Scotland
who wished to bring you greetings?
And were you not informed all visitors were to return tomorrow afternoon?
I shall be busy tomorrow afternoon!
By jove, what impertinence! You must be taught a lesson.
Keep away! Don't touch me! I'm unarmed!
Oh Pelly, call the guard!
Have this impertinent young idiot thrown out.
That's not a very kind way to treat the son of Queen Morgause.
Yes, Your Majesty. I am Mordred.
- Mordred?... Wait! - Your Majesty.
Leave us, Pelly.
Well I'll be waiting nearby, if you need me, Arthur.
I bring you greetings, Your Majesty, from Queen Morgause and King Lot.
Mordred I had lost track of the years.
I had no idea you had grown to manhood. Please rise.
I trust your mother is well.
The Queen is splendid. As ravishing as ever.
Which is not surprising.
Vigilant selfishness is wonderful for the skin.
I've been wandering about the castle. It's quite grand, really.
I love the way you've mixed English with French. Very tasteful.
And what brings you to Camelot, Mordred?
A desire of blood, Your Majesty.
I have followed my brothers here.
Half brothers.
Oh, they'll be so miserable to see me again.
You know what they did to me once?
Mother had a youth potion that took off ten years.
When I was nine they gave it to me to make me minus one.
To visit your brothers whom you detest seems
a rather odd reason for so long a journey.
And there's you, Your Majesty.
As I was saying,
I kept asking mother why King Lot despise me so.
And then 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?
Yes.
That's the way the story goes.
You can imagine her surprise when later he became the King of all England.
Ah ha. Ah ha.
Ahh
ha.
Oh yes, I can imagine her surprise.
And now that you're here.
What are your plans?
That's for you to decide, Your Majesty.
Of course it is.
Here is what I suggest.
Here is what I offer.
Here is what I…
You will remain here in Camelot and become a Knight of The Round Table.
You have youth, brains and a proper heritage.
Much can be done, if you apply yourself.
How generous of you, Your Majesty!
I can think of nothing that would please me more than to gain your confidence.
Oh, I'm certain of that.
I shall be watching you carefully Mordred, very carefully indeed,
to see that you deserve it.
Tonight you will dine with the Queen and me,
we will try to get to know you better.
Tomorrow your training will began.
But I must warn you, Mordred, favoritism will not be shown.
The right to knighthood must be earned by virtue and proper deeds.
I shall try, Your Majesty.
No doubt you will.
And Mordred.
You will not turn your back on me
and you will leave, when I tell you.
I'll have you know, I am a civilized man with the occasional, lapses.
The adage, "blood is thicker than water," was invented by undeserving relatives.
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, ♪
♪ Were 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 every now and then. ♪
♪ I 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, ♪
♪ I will take the low, ♪
♪ I 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. ♪
Good evening, Pelly.
Good evening, ma'am
Arthur, I must speek to you about Mordred.
Mordred. Must we speak of Mordred.
Tonight is the first night in a month he hasn't been here for dinner,
and not having him here makes it seem like a party.
Arthur, I implore you, get rid of him
and quickly.
Arthur, he's setting knight against knight.
He's bent on the destruction of the table, and
I'm beginning to believe he may achieve it.
I know Lance.
Arthur, you've got to face it,
you sired a snake.
He'll stop at nothing to destroy you to make his inheritance come faster.
No matter how or through whom.
Then we must make certain that our passions do not destroy our dreams.
We must make certain that he is not given the opportunity.
Well, let him cross my path and so help me, I'll run him threw.
You will not Lance you won't harm him I forbid it.
But he's your mortal enemy.
He's still my son!
Lance, despite all logic
I can stop hoping that there's still some
good in him that I can reach.
Besides.
We've got a silly law here now. We can't take that law back into our own hands.
If he violates the law, the law will deal with him.
I must have your word on that.
If that is what you wish Arthur.
You have my word.
Goodnight ma'am. Goodnight Sir Pelly.
Goodnight Lancelot.
Pelly,
tomorrow let's
go hunting
I could do with some fresh air.
Now that is a better idea than your court of law.
Goodnight ma'am.
Goodnight Arthur.
Arthur, would you like to be left alone?
You spend so much time alone these days.
No Jenny, I would like you to stay.
Please stay.
Arthur, I hope you suffer no guilt over Mordred.
I feel nothing for him, and neither should you.
After all you're not the first King to have one of those things running around.
I do feel nothing for him.
There is no mistaking the fact that he is a
- venomous specimen. - Amen.
Well there's one thing I can say for him he's bound to marry well.
Everyone is above him.
Aw Jenny, even if he were banished.
He would remain a constant menace to the throne and a threat to us.
Oh Jenny.
Oh, that dreadful boy. One more added burden we could do without.
That's one burden we cannot avoid.
Royalty never can.
Why is that Arthur,
other people do, they have ways and means of finding respite.
What do they do?
Farmers, cooks, blacksmiths.
♪ What do the simple folk do ♪
♪ To help them escape when they're blue? ♪
♪ 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? ♪
♪ Once along a road I came upon a lad ♪
♪ Singing in a voice three times his size ♪
♪ And when I asked him why, he told me he was sad. ♪
♪ And singing always made his spirits rise ♪
♪ And that's what simple folk do ♪
♪ I surmise ♪
♪ They sing? ♪
♪ I surmise. ♪
♪ Arise, my love! Arise, my love! ♪
♪ Apollo's lighting the skies, my love. ♪
♪ The meadows shine with columbine ♪
♪ And daffodils blossom away. ♪
♪ What else do the simple folk do? ♪
♪ They must have a system or two. ♪
♪ They obviously outshine us ♪
♪ At turning 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 sorcery ♪
♪ You haven't mentioned yet, ♪
♪ Oh, what do simple folk do ♪
♪ To forget? ♪
♪ 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 violent trance astounding to behold. ♪
♪ And that's what simple folk do, ♪
♪ So I'm told. ♪
They dance?
So I'm told.
♪ What else do the simple folk do ♪
♪ To help them escape when they're blue? ♪
♪ They sit around and wonder ♪
♪ What royal folk would do. ♪
♪ And that's what simple folk do. ♪
I have it on the best authority.
♪ Yes, that's what simple folk do. ♪
Merlin…
Merlin!
Arthur, where are you?
Well come a long Arthur.
There's no partridges here.
No self respecting bird would be caught dead in a place like this.
Wait Pelly. Wait.
Hello.
Hello!
Hello Wart.
Pelly
echo's never forget Pelly.
This is where I grew up.
This is Merlin's school house.
This???
School house?
Most depressing halls of academia yours truly has ever seen.
What could you possibly learn in a place like this?
Well, if I told you how Merlin taught me, you would not believe it.
Of course I believe it.
By turning me into animals and birds.
I don't believe it.
It's true. Here I was a,
I was a fish and a hawk
and a unicorn.
Oh Pelly, the fun. I was so young then.
It was all filled with pink, green, blue, yellow, gold and wrapped in sunlight.
Well Arthur, you stay here and have your little class reunion.
I-I'll just go and shoot a bird.
Oo, I only hope it won't be you. ♪
Merlin,
Merlin. Merlin!
Merlin, show me how to think!
Merlin.
Merlin, how big a fish am I?
I've just seen a big fish eat a little fish.
Am I the dinner or the diner?
What have you seen Arthur?
Think! What have you learned?
Oh, nothing very much.
Except that, big fish eat little fish like they do everywhere else.
And that's not right is it Merlin?
Merlin.
Merlin I.
I, I don't like this pond.
Hook me out. Change me into a hawk!
Look down Arthur, what do you see?
Trees and fields.
Can you see where Camelot ends and the next provence begins?
Of course not Merlin,
their are no boundarys up here.
Their are no boundary anywhere.
If you can see them on the ground and you can't see them in the air
then what do you know as a hawk
that you didn't know as Wart?
Think Arthur.
I'm not thinking Merlin.
I'm gliding.
The wind is taking me higher and higher and higher.
Oh God! It's so beautiful up here.
Merlin.
Good afternoon, Your Majesty.
Merlin.
Mordred.
What... are you doing... in the woods?
Following in your footsteps, Your Majesty.
Isn't this the legendary forest you told me about so often.
Yes. Yes it is.
Have you come to gather a few stray nuggets of wisdom
you may have left behind?
Wisdom, joy, call it what you will.
Merlin?
Mordred come.
Come sit beside me.
Mordred, I don't clam to have remembered
everything that Merlin taught me
but this I do remember,
happiness he said, is a venture. You can't be happy and wicked.
Triumphant perhaps but not happy.
Now if I could teach this to you and make you believe it,
then at last, you will be my son.
Are you happy, Your Majesty?
- Yes. - Is the Queen?
Yes.
And Sir Lancelot?
What are you implying?
Nothing, Your Majesty.
It is simply that I did not realise
that deception and hypocrisy were candidates for the badge of happiness.
You wish me to be your son
no more than I.
Then prove to me, I am wrong.
Give your son the lesson of his life
and show me how virtue can triumph!
Without your presents.
Return to the castle. Inform the court that his
Majesty will be hunting throughout the night
and will not return until, mid-morning.
Yes, Your Majesty.
I shall deliver your message at once.
Lance, Jenny.
Be wise.
Be...
Wise.
Oh God!
God! Send an angel to the castle
and tell them to be wise!
Be...
Wise!
Jenny?
Lance.
I saw your lights in the window...
I tried to stay away...
- Did anyone see you? - No.
No, no one. The castle is dark. I was careful.
- Jenny, don't be afraid. - But I am afraid.
We're alone. I swear. No one saw me enter.
Jenny Arthur's hunting through the night and won...
- We're not alone, are we, Lance? - We are.
- We're not.
Here you are at last, with your arms around me,
and the first thing we think of is him.
But you love me, Jenny.
Oh, I do. I always will.
Night after night I've thought of you here and wished for it with all my being.
But now suddenly, we are less alone than ever.
But why?
Can't you see the shadow that's come between us?
It's wider than the sea.
It fills the entire room.
Perhaps it would have been better had we not said one word to each other at all.
♪ I loved you once in silence, ♪
♪ And misery was all 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. ♪
♪ Every joyous word of love was spoken. ♪
♪ 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. ♪
Jenny.
It's because we're here, here in Camelot that everything is so wretched.
- No, Lance. - Jenny,
come away with me. To Joyous Gard.
Let us have it open and above board at last.
I've told you a thousand times I will never leave Arthur. Ever.
Now, let us say no more about it.
But this agonizing torment!
Day after day, year after year.
Would God I had your talent for acceptance, your invincible English calm!
Oh.
The insensitivity of sensitive men!
Always they 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?
Forgive me, Jenny.
Forgive me.
I shall never mention it again. I swear.
Nor shall I come to you again.
I swear that, too.
Lance? Have we no more tender words to say to each other?
♪ The silence at last was broken! ♪
♪ We flung wide our prison door. ♪
♪ Every joyous word of love was spoken. ♪
♪ And after all had been said, ♪
♪ Here we are, my love, ♪
♪ Silent once more ♪
♪ And not far, my love. ♪
♪ From where we were be... ♪
Lancelot!
Don't touch your dagger.
I accuse you of treason, and order you both to stand trial for your crime.
- Surrender in the name of the King. - Mordred!
If I escape, I shall come and rescue you. If I am killed, send word to Joyous Gard.
Someone will come.
♪ 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? ♪
♫ Would the King let her die? ♫
♫ There was wonder far and near: ♫
♫ Would the King burn Guenevere? ♫
What a magnificent dilemma! Let her die, your life is over,
Let her live, your life's a fraud.
Now which will it be, Arthur? Kill the Queen or kill the law?
The jury has ruled! Let justice be done.
♫ She must burn. ♫
♫ Spoke the King: ♫
She must burn!
♫ And the moment now was here ♫
♫ For the end of Guenevere. ♫
♫ Slow her walk, bowed her head, ♫
♫ To the stake she was led. ♫
The Queen is at the stake, Your Majesty.
Shall I signal the torch?
Your Majesty.
♫ In his grief, so alone ♫
♫ From the King came a moan. ♫
I can't!
I can't let her die!
Well, you're human after all, human and helpless.
Shall I signal the torch, Your Majesty.
Lance come save her!
♫ Then suddenly earth and sky ♫
♫ Were dazed by 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, an army from Joyous Gard is storming the gate.
Shall I double the guard?
Arthur, you're inviting a massacre!
Save her, Lance! Save her!
Can you see your goodly Lancelot murdering your goodly knights?
Your table is cracking, Arthur. Can you hear the timbers split?
♫ By the score fell the dead, ♫
♫ As the yard turned to red. ♫
♫ Countless numbers felt his spear ♫
♫ As he rescued Guenevere. ♫
Merlin, change me a hawk! Fly me away from here!
What a failure you are, Arthur! How did you think
you could survive without being as ruthless as !?
You could survive without being as ruthless as !? Merlin!
. Merlin!
♫ In that dawn, in that gloom, ♫
♫ More than love met its doom. ♫
Merlin.
♫ More than love met its doom. ♫
♫ In the dying candles' gleam ♫
Merlin
♫ In the dying candles' gleam ♫
♫ Came the sundown of a dream. ♫
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!
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?
♫ Guenevere, ♫ Am I?
♫ 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! ♫
MERLIN!
WHY DID YOU TEACH ME HOW TO THINK?
Was it to create a mirage called hope and ideals.
Barbarism is a natural state of man.
What good is reason if it doesn't touch the heart?
Jenny, he's here.
Was either of you hurt in the escape?
Untouched Arthur.
Arthur, we want to return with you to England.
No matter what the cost, we've got to make things right.
This war will do horrible harm to the Table,
Arthur. We must stop it now before it grows.
- Let us pay for what we have done. - At the stake?
No! I won't take you back.
I shan't let you return. For what end! Justice?
They have forgotten about justice.
They want revenge! Revenge!
Revenge.
The most worthless of causes.
It's too late, Lance. The Table is dead.
It exists no more.
What???
Over half the Knights were killed in the yard.
Some have escaped with Mordred to Orkney, I suppose to organize an army against me.
The rest are waiting in their tents, itching
for dawn, cheerful to be at war again.
It's those old uncivilized days returned once more. Those
dreadful days we thought to put to sleep forever.
It's your wish, Arthur, that this dread battle go on?
No, it's not my wish, Lance.
It is not my wish!
Well I,
I
I can think no longer what to do but ride the tide of events.
Oh God, …
God…
All we've been through, for nothing but an idea!
Something you can't touch or taste, smell or feel,
Something without substance, life, reality or memory.
The charade begins soon.
You must go back to Joyous Gard.
Jenny is not at Joyous Gard, Arthur.
She.
She stays with the Holy Sisters.
Is there nothing to be done?
There's nothing to be done, but play out the game and leave the decisions to God.
Go now. Go Go please. Please go now. Go.
Lance
Lance.
You.
You must go to Jenny.
I know.
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.
Oh Jenny,
Jenny
Jenny.
Goodbye my love.
Oh, Arthur.
I see what I wanted to see.
My… Dearest… Love.
Who's there?
Who's there? Come out.
Come out I said, come out.
Forgive me Your Majesty
I was searching for the Sergeant of Arms and got lost.
I didn't wish to disturb you.
Who are you? You ought to be in bed.
Are you a page?
I stored away on one of the boats, Your Majesty.
I came to fight, for The Round Table. I'm very good with a bow.
And do you intend to kill people with this bow of yours.
Oh yes M'lord. A great many I hope.
And supposing they kill you?
Then I shall be dead M'lord.
But I don't intend to be dead. I intend to be a knight.
- A knight? - Yes M'lord.
Of The Round Table.
Well tell me, when did you decide, upon this nonexistent career of yours?
Was your vintage protected by knights when you're small boy?
Your father, did he serve a knight? Your mother was she
saved by a knight?
Oh no M'lord, I had never seen a knight until I stowed away.
I only know of them, the stories people tell.
And from…
the stories people tell.
You wish to become a knight?
Tell me what you think you know of the knights and The Round Table.
I know everything my M'lord.
Might for right. Right for right.
Justice for all.
A Round Table were all knights would sit.
Everything.
Come here. Come.
Come come come come.
Come hear my boy.
- What is your name? - It is Tom, Milord.
- And where is your home Tom? - In Warwick, Milord.
Now listen to me, Tom of Warwick.
You will not fight in the battle tonight. Do you understand?
Yes, Milord.
You will run behind the lines, hide in a tent until the battle is over.
Return to England alive.
To grow up and grow old.
Yes, Milord.
And for as long as you live you will remember what I, the King, tell you,
And you will do as I command.
Yes, Milord.
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!
Camelot!
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. ♪
Arthur.
Give me the sword Pelly, and my crown.
Kneel, Tom. Kneel.
Thank you Pelly.
With this sword, Excalibur,
I knight you Sir Tom of Warwick.
And I command you to return home and carry out my orders.
Yes, Milord.
What are you doing, Arthur? Arthur, You have a battle to fight.
Battle Pelly? I've fought my battle,.
I won my battle.
Here is my victory.
What we did will be remembered Pelly.
You'll see.
Now, run home, Sir Tom!
Behind the lines!
Yes, Milord.
Who is that, Arthur?
One of what we all are, Pelly.
Less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.
But it seems some of the drops sparkle, Pelly.
Some of them do sparkle!
Run, boy!
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