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Tell thou the King and all his liars, that IHave founded my Round Table in the North, And whatsoever his own knights have sworn. My knights have sworn the counter to it -- and say. My tower is full of harlots, like his court, But mine are worthier, seeing thy profess. To be none other than themselves -- and say. My knights are all adulterers like his own, But mine are truer, seeing they profess. To be none other; and say his hour is come, The heathen are upon him, his long lance. Broken, and his Excalibur a straw.

Alfred Lord Tennyson