My life (I feel) doth fade, and sorrows flow,
The rather that my name is thus extinct;
In this respect, so Mordred did succeed,
O that myself had fall’n and Mordred liv’d!
That having conquer’d all my foes but him,
I mought have left you him, that conquer’d me.
O heavy, wretched lot! to be the last
That falls! to view the burial of my realm!
Where each man else hath felt his several fate,
I only pine, oppress’d with all their fates!