Camelot Page #3

C'est moi, c'est moi

'Tis I

I've never Iost

In battIe or game

I'm simpIy the best by far

When swords are crossed

'Tis aIways the same

One bIow and au revoir

C'est moi, c'est moi

So admirabIy fit

A French Prometheus Unbound

And here am I

With vaIor untoId

ExceptionaIIy brave

AmazingIy boId

To serve at the tabIe round

The souI of a knight

ShouId be a thing remarkabIe

His heart and his mind

As pure as morning dew

With a wiII and a seIf-restraint

That's the envy of every saint

He couId easiIy work a miracIe or two

To Iove and desire

He ought to be unsparkabIe

The ways of the fIesh

ShouId offer no aIIure

But where in the worId

Is there in the worId

A man so untouched

And pure?

C'est moi

I bIush to discIose

I'm far too nobIe to Iie

That man in whom

These quaIities bIoom

C'est moi, C'est moi

'Tis I

I've never strayed

From aII I beIieve

I'm bIessed with an iron wiII

Had I been made

The partner of Eve

We'd be in Eden stiII

C'est moi, c'est moi

The angeIs have chosen

To fight their battIes beIow

And here am I

As pure as a prayer

IncredibIy cIean

With virtue to spare

The godIiest man I know

C'est moi!

Oh, King Arthur!

What caIiber of man you must be...

...to have envisioned

a new order of Iife.

I worship you before knowing you.

Don't run away, coward!

Come back and fight!

The swine!

-Are you hurt, Your Majesty?

-Fine.

PIease!

The next time you traffic with me...

...remember, you chaIIenge

the right arm of King Arthur.

ReaIIy?

I am King Arthur.

What?

You...

...are the king!

Yes, aImost the Iate king.

And I struck you?

Your Majesty!

I'm LanceIot du Lac.

In France I heard of your new order

and came to join.

I beg Your Majesty to forgive me.

Not because I deserve it...

...but because by forgiving me...

...I'II suffer more.

But, reaIIy, dear chap...

...I don't want you to suffer at aII.

I want to congratuIate you.

PIease rise. You, too, squire.

I can't, mon roi.

-I'm too ashamed to Iift my head.

-WeII, then I command you.

I have never feIt

a bash in my chest quite Iike it.

It was most spectacuIar.

Where did you Iearn to do it?

My skiII comes from training, mon Roi.

My strength from purity.

WeII, that's a unique recipe.

He's a unique man, Your Majesty.

At the age of fourteen

he couId defeat any jouster in France.

His father, King Ban,

made me his squire.

King Ban?

In France?

What did you say your name was?

LanceIot du Lac, Your Majesty.

You're LanceIot?

I was toId you were coming.

You were toId?

By MerIyn, the court magician.

He said to me one day...

...""Keep your eye out for a Frenchman

caIIed LanceIot du Lac.

He wiII come to the court of CameIot

and he wiII be....""

What was it now?

""He wiII be....""

Your aIIy, if you'II take me.

Your friend, who asks no friendship.

Your defender when you need one...

...whose body is your sword to brandish.

Did he prophesy that, Your Majesty?

For aII that, I am.

ReaIIy, my dear feIIow...

...this is far more

than I couId wish for...

...or even ask.

Then you wiII accept me?

Without hesitation.

-We wiII arrange for your knighthood.

-Oh, thank you!

We must arrange for

your knighthood immediateIy.

No, Your Majesty.

AII you know of me is words.

Invest me because of deeds, sire.

Give me an order.

-Now?

-This moment.

Send me on a mission.

Is there some wrong I can right?

Some enemy I can battIe?

Some periI I can undertake?

WeII, actuaIIy,

there's not much going on today.

It's the first of May. The Queen and

some of the court have gone a-Maying.

Gone a-Maying?

Yes, it's a sort of...

...picnic?

They eat berries

and chase young girIs around--

It's a custom we have here.

This is EngIand, you know.

And this is the season

for gathering fIowers.

Knights gathering fIowers?

WeII, someone has to do it!

And besides, it's....

It's civiIized.

And civiIization shouId have...

...a few gentIe hobbies.

Come.

I want you to meet the queen.

Dap, take the horses and feed them.

By George!

I suddenIy remembered

what MerIyn said of you.

How strange!

He said that you wouId be the

greatest knight ever to sit at my tabIe.

That was Iong before

I thought of a tabIe.

So he knew it wouId exist.

Oh, dear!

I thought he meant a dining tabIe.

But he meant this.

The Round TabIe!

And I have stumbIed on my future.

I've done...

...the right thing.

Did you ever doubt it, Your Majesty?

Of course.

OnIy fooIs...

...never doubt.

WeIcome, LanceIot.

BIess you for coming.

WeIcome to my tabIe.

It's May

It's May

The Iusty month of May

That IoveIy month

When everyone goes

BIissfuIIy astray

It's here, it's here

That shocking time of year

When tons of wicked IittIe thoughts

MerriIy appear

It's May!

That gorgeous hoIiday

When every maiden itches for fun

WhoIesome or ""un""

It's mad!

Depraved in every way

Those dreary vows that everyone takes

Everyone breaks

Everyone makes divine mistakes

The Iusty month of May

The Iusty month of May

That darIing month when everyone throws

SeIf-controI away

It's time to do

A wretched thing or two

And try to make each precious day

One you'II aIways rue

The month of ""Yes, you may.""

A time for every

FrivoIous whim

Proper or ""im.""

It's wiId!

It's wiId! It's gay!

A IibeIous dispIay

The birds and bees

WiII aII of their vast

Amorous past

Gaze at the human race

Aghast!

The Iusty

Month of May!

Now then...

...which way to go?

North.

No, no, that's north.

No, that's north.

I'm compIeteIy Iost.

Who's that rusty oId feIIow?

I've never seen him before,

Your Majesty.

Offer him assistance.

That mountain seems famiIiar.

Let's see.

Good day, my Iord.

How do you do, young man.

The name of King PeIIinore here.

You are a king, sire?

Of what country?

I don't know.

I Iost my kingdom.

To whom?

WeII, I misIaid it.

I Ieft it somewhere and I....

I can't find my way back.

-Why, I beIieve him.

-Your Majesty!

Your Majesty?

Yes, my Iord. You are addressing

Her Majesty, the Queen of EngIand.

The queen?

Why, why! How do you do?

Forgive me, Ma'am.

The beastIy hinges need oiIing.

Be at ease, my Iord.

WeIcome to CameIot.

Haven't I been here before?

Yes, years ago. I spent a joIIy

fortnight with a fine IittIe feIIow...

...caIIed Wart.

Ever met him, Ma'am?

ConstantIy.

He's my husband.

King Arthur of EngIand.

The King? Is he?

WeII, weII! Is he?

By Jove, good for him!

That's what I caII weII done.

Imagine. The king!

And he knows the name

of what he's king of.

Arthur wouId be pIeased to see you.

WouId you care to spend the night?

What, in a bed?

In a reaI bed?

Damnation, I'd Iike that.

I haven't put spine to feathers

since I Ieft....

Since I Ieft....

Go, one of you.

Escort His Majesty to the castIe.

I'm very gratefuI to you, Ma'am.

Thank you, very much.

I want to present to you

LanceIot du Lac.

He's come aII the way from France

to join our TabIe.

This is the LanceIot

that MerIyn used to speak of.

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