The blind, dull years take never note of thee,

For thou art part and parcel of the past.

Now Arthur, that thy great right hand is gone,

Vivien the devil backs to Camelot,

Vivien the scorned, the dust betwixt thy feet,

Doth back to Camelot where vengeance waits.

I am resolved to be the villain dire,

And cunning devil of this present play.

Then hence to Camelot to achieve mine end.

I’ll shadow Mordred, work upon his ill,

And mould him creature to my devil’s will.

[Curtain.

SCENE II.—Castle at Camelot.

Enter Mordred.

Mordred

Mordred. Two roads there are for me in this dark world,

Both shadowed by the gloom of haunted groves.

One leads to quiet and kind nature’s peace.

I’m part inclined to join a brotherhood,

Composed of nature and mine inward thoughts,

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