If here you stay but three days to an end,
And not forthwith discharge your bands and host,
’Tis Mordred’s oath: assure yourself to die.
But if you find your courage so to serve,
As for to stand to your defence with force,
In Cornwall (if you dare) he’ll try it out.
Arthur. Is this the choice my son doth send his sire?
And must I die, or try it, if I dare?
To die were ill, thus to be dar’d is worse.
Display my standard forth! let trump and drum