Despise despair, and somewhat hopeless hope,
The more I doubt the more I dare: by fear
I find the fact is fittest for my frame.
What though I be a ruin to the realm,
And fall myself therewith? no better end:
His last mishaps do make a man secure.
Such was King Priam’s end who, when he died,
Clos’d and wrapp’d up his kingdom in his death.
A solemn pomp, and fit for Mordred’s mind,
To be a grave and tomb to all his realm.