A blot on all the beauty of his kind.

Vivien, I would that I were shelved in earth.

Vivien. Doubtest thou my love?

Mordred. Thou art a strange and subtle human mixture

Of cleverness and charm and swift deceit,

And yet I like thee, though thou voicest me

Upon the evil longings of my nature.

What canst thou love in me?

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[Pg 32]

Vivien. Yea all of thee, not thy mis-shapen body,

But thy deep, precious mind, thy spirit rare,

That patent greatness seated on thy brow

Wherefore I’d see thee lift this Arthur down,

And show thy kingship on thy rightful throne.

Thou hast a grievance against this callous world,

If ever man were saddled by grim woe.

Enter Launcelot at left, followed by Guinevere.

Launcelot

Guinevere

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