Mordred. Nay, not as thou hast insulted great Arthur’s wife.
Laun. Toad! abortion! take that, and that. (Beats him with the flat of his sword.)
Mordred. (Starting back and drawing.) Thou hast slain pity and peace forever.
Come on! adulterous knight; and each foul stroke
Dishonoring my poor back, I’ll pay with hate
To fullest usury. (They close.)
[Launcelot disarms Mordred.
Laun. There go, Mis-shapen. Wert thou not a Prince,
I’d teach thee manners toward thy father’s wife;