Mordred is ever fair and frank in speech,

Looks you in the eyes and smiles. And in the battle,

Though he’s no hungry fighter, he fought well;

And, after, cheered our victory. And yet

There is a hushing upon Mordred’s name

As if it curtained secrets. Sir, I fear him;

I cannot tell why.

Arthur

Arthur

There is power in him.

Bedivere

Bedivere

He keeps a kind of hidden confidence,

That is a magnet to unstable men.

Arthur

Arthur

I never wronged him. Treason? For what cause?

Envy’s a cause. Ambition is a cause.

 (Guenevere enters.) 

Guenevere

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