Of playing the wart upon the hand of time.
But am resolved to be that hand itself,
And move the issues of this foolish world.
Vivien. What is thy plot?
Mordred. To hold the world at bay.
Vivien. ’Tis too vague.
Mordred. Yea all this life is vague till evil shrinks
The vistas of our longings down to lusts.
My plot is this, to reach this kingdom by
The sinister door that opens to Launcelot.