Mordred. If chance may change, his chance was last to win;
The likelier now to lose. His haughty heart
And mind I know: I feel mine own no less.
As for his strength and skill, I leave to hap:
Where many meet, it lies not all in one.
What though he vanquish’d have the Roman troops,
That boots him not: himself is vanquish’d here.
Then weigh your words again: if conquerors ought
To seek for peace, the conquered must perforce.
But he’ll not yield; he’ll purchase peace with wars.