There from our vantage we can launch our powers
Ripe to the moment, and the throne is mine.
Agravaine
I’d liefer have my steel in Launcelot’s heart.
Mordred
Calm now; no hot words, and no hasty hand
Flying to the sword-hilt! Watch me and the Queen.
Wine shall be drunk to-night, and with the wine,
It may be, the truth spilt upon the floor!
(Curtains draw back and disclose the Round Table spread for a banquet. The knights are already assembling. Mordred and his brother joins them. Harpists attending.)