To want your stately troops, your friends and kin,
To shun the shows and sights of stately court;
To see in sort alive your country’s death.
Yea, whatsoe’er even death itself withdraws
From any else, that life withdraws from you.
Yet since your highness is so fully bent,
I will obey: the whiles assuage your grief.
[Exit.
THE FOURTH SCENE
Mordred, Guenevera, Conan.