Vivien. Yea all of thee, not thy mis-shapen body,
But thy deep, precious mind, thy spirit rare,
That patent greatness seated on thy brow
Wherefore I’d see thee lift this Arthur down,
And show thy kingship on thy rightful throne.
Thou hast a grievance against this callous world,
If ever man were saddled by grim woe.
Enter Launcelot at left, followed by Guinevere.
And here doth come the way as will help thee to it.