Because I wear mis-nature on my form,

Knowest thou not the son of Britain’s king?

Guin. I know thee not, save that thou art insolent.

Pass! You bar my way.

Mordred. Is there so little in this royalty

That men know not a king when he goes forth?

When that great Arthur thou callest lord goes out,

I tell thee, Madam, I am Britain’s king.

Guin. Enough insolent! is it some mock tragedy

Thou playest? Or art thou mad?

Mordred. Madam though thou wert thousand times a queen,

The day will come when thou wilt eat those words

With the salt rue of utter wretchedness.

Vivien. (Aside). He hath awakened at last.

EnterLauncelot.

Launcelot

Guin. Dost threaten thy queen? Make way, monster!

Laun. (Rushing forward.) Dost thou insult the Queen?

Mordred. Nay, not as thou hast insulted great Arthur’s wife.

Laun. Toad! abortion! take that, and that. (Beats him with the flat of his sword.)

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