And bind him in thy filmy, silken bonds
A thousand ages.
Merlin. Oh light, thou goest out!
[Sinks again.
Vivien. Come, black Oblivion, from thy shadowy tomb!
[The spirit of oblivion rises as a black smoke.
Shroud him in thy swart and deep embrace
A thousand ages. Bind his senses fast.
Make him all droppings of a foul decay.