Guenevera. The further past, the more this fault is yours.
It served your turn t’ usurp your father’s crown:
His is the crime, whom crime stands most in stead.
Mordred. They that conspire in faults offend alike:
Crime makes them equal, whom it jointly stains.
If for my sake you then pertook my guilt,
You cannot guiltless seem: the crime was joint.
Guenevera. Well should[257] she seem most guiltless unto thee,
Whate’er she be, that’s guilty for thy sake.
The remnant of that sober mind, which thou