[Exit.
THE SECOND SCENE.
Guenevera, Fronia.
Guenevera. And dares he after nine years’ space return,
And see her face, whom he so long disdain’d?
Was I then chose and wedded for his stale,
To look and gape for his retireless sails,
Puff’d back and flittering spread to every wind?
O wrong, content with no revenge, seek out
Undared plagues: teach Mordred how to rage: