I tell thee, Madam, I am Britain’s king.
Guin. Enough insolent! is it some mock tragedy
Thou playest? Or art thou mad?
Mordred. Madam though thou wert thousand times a queen,
The day will come when thou wilt eat those words
With the salt rue of utter wretchedness.
Vivien. (Aside). He hath awakened at last.
EnterLauncelot.
Guin. Dost threaten thy queen? Make way, monster!
Laun. (Rushing forward.) Dost thou insult the Queen?