Nicholas Clay: Lancelot
Arthur : Move aside! This is the king's road - and the knights you joined arms against were his very own.
Lancelot : I await the king himself. His knights are in need of training.
Arthur : I am King. And this
[draws the sword]
Arthur : , is Excalibur, sword of kings from the dawn of time. Who are you? What do you seek?
Lancelot : I am Lancelot of the Lake, from across the sea. And I have yet to find a king worthy of my sword.
Arthur : That is a wild boast. You lack a knight's humility!
Lancelot : Not a boast, sir. But a curse. For I have never met my match in joust or duel.
Arthur : Move aside!
Lancelot : I will not. You must retreat, or prove your worth in the test of arms under the eyes of God.
Arthur : Then may He give me the strength to unhorse you. And send you with one blow, back across the sea.
Lancelot : Then come across, sir.
Lancelot : [Lancelot unhorses Arthur, then approaches him still on horseback with his lance held out] Yield sir, I have the advantage.
Arthur : [in a fit of absolute rage] I will not! Fight me from your horse or on foot, but fight me, your avoidance mocks me!
Lancelot : I sought only not to harm you.
[knocks Arthur to the ground]
Arthur : Thanks be to God you're alive.
Lancelot : I, the best Knight in the world bested! This is a great day! For my search is over, my King. Make me your champion.
Arthur : But your life and lands are far from here.
Lancelot : I gave up my castle and my lands. This is my domain. Within this metal skin. And I pledge all that I still own. Muscle, bone, blood and the heart that pumps it.
Arthur : And a great heart it is. Sir Lancelot, you will be my champion.
Lancelot : [Fatally wounded] Arthur. Forgive.
Arthur : Lancelot.
Lancelot : My salvation is to die a Knight of the Round Table.
Arthur : You are that. And much more. You are its greatest Knight. You are what is best in men.
Lancelot : It is the old wound my King. It has never healed. Guinevere. Is she Queen again?
Arthur : She is Lancelot.