Subject with prince, and let confusion reign.
She therewithal enjoin’d the dusky clouds,
Which with their darkness turn’d the earth to hell,
Convert to blood, and pour down streams of blood.
Cornwall shall groan, and Arthur’s soul shall sigh:
Before the conscience of Guenevera
The map of hell shall hang, and fiends shall rage;
And Gorlois’ ghost exacting punishment
With dreams, with horrors, and with deadly trance,
Shall gripe their hearts: the vision of his corse