Mordred. Where rulers dare command but what is well,
Pow’r is but prayer, commandment but request.
Conan. If pow’r be join’d with right, men must obey.
Mordred. My will must go for right.
Conan. If they assent.
Mordred. My sword shall force assent.
Conan. No, gods forbid!
Mordred. What! shall I stand, whiles Arthur sheds my blood?
And must I yield my neck unto the axe?
Whom fates constrain, let him forego his bliss;