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hurt, for nought love I so well as I love his body, whatsoever he do unto me. But for God's sake pray him that he do me the honour he hath promised me." "Willingly," saith Lancelot. "Sir Knight, will you do this whereof you had the damsel in covenant?" "Sir," saith the knight, "I have told you plainly that I will not." "By my head," saith Lancelot, "you shall do it, or otherwise sentence of death hath passed upon you, and this not so much for the sake of the damsel only, but for the churlishness that hath taken possession of you, that it be not a reproach to other knights. For promise that knight maketh to dame or damsel behoveth him to keep. And you, as you tell me, are knight, and no knight ought to do churlishly to his knowledge, and this churlishness is so far greater than another, that for no prayer that the damsel may make will I suffer that it shall be done, but that if you do not that whereof you held her in covenant, I shall slay you, for that I will not have this churlishness made a reproach unto other knights." He draweth his sword and would have come toward him, when the knight cometh over against him and saith to him: "Slay me not. Tell me rather what you would have me do?" "I would," saith he, "that you take the damsel to wife without denial." "Sir," saith he, "it pleaseth me better to take her than to die. Sir, I will do your will." "I thank you much therefor," saith Lancelot. "Damsel, is this your pleasure also?" "Yea, Sir, but, so please you, take not your departure from us until such time as he shall have done that which you tell him."

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