Spirit of slumber, rise from thy dark caves!

[The spirit of sleep rises up as a grey mist and looms about.

Wrap him in thy shadowy embrace

And bind him in thy filmy, silken bonds

A thousand ages.

Merlin. Oh light, thou goest out!

[Sinks again.

Vivien. Come, black Oblivion, from thy shadowy tomb!

[The spirit of oblivion rises as a black smoke.

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Shroud him in thy swart and deep embrace

A thousand ages. Bind his senses fast.

Make him all droppings of a foul decay.

[Merlin moans and sinks in sleep.

Merlin

[Vivien weaves paces about him. Spirits rise and wind him in a grey and black smoke.

Vivien

Sleep like any rock or clod of earth,

Thou coffin that enclosed a human soul.

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