Merlin. Ho! Ho! a mountain lieth on me. Take off this mountain!
Ha! Ha! mine olden power, and thou art gone at last!
[Tries to rise.
Vivien. (Mutters charm.) Sleep! Sleep!
Merlin. Methought it thundered, and a drop of rain
Fell on my forehead.
Vivien. Sleep! Sleep!
Spirit of slumber, rise from thy dark caves!
[The spirit of sleep rises up as a grey mist and looms about.
Wrap him in thy shadowy embrace