[Pulls Mordred back into the shadow.
Laun. (Comes forward followed by Guinevere.)
My dearest lady why wilt tempt me thus?
Thou art the rightful, wedded spouse of Arthur.
Guin. (Kneels.) Oh! Launcelot thou hast damned me with thy beauty.
I am no more the rightful wife of Arthur,
I cannot live without thee, Launcelot.
Laun. Lady, this stolen sweetness is a hell.
I am no more the Launcelot that I was,
Nor would I be that Launcelot for high Heaven.