The wormwood up into his brain, and dyed
His very dreams black—Launcelot shall be banished,
And half of Arthur’s bravest go with him:
Or Launcelot defies him: either way
The realm’s in pieces; and my hour is come.
Agravaine
Mordred, you are a devil.
Mordred
On the instant we make certain of the King
And Launcelot’s sentence, post we to the West.