And were a man, I’d make my kingship felt—
So all should fear the God that looked a devil.
Mordred. Where’er thou comest from, thou comest not from Heaven.
Vivien. Yea, what cometh down from Heaven is not for such as thee.
The day doth come when thou wilt call on me.
Re-enter Guinevere alone.
Vivien. Stay lady, I would speak with thee.
Guin. What art thou, woman?
Vivien. I am a maiden here about thy court,
Of whom ’tis said that she did love great Arthur,