Mordred. Meanwhile we watch the Queen and Launcelot,
Each action, aye, the changing of their faces;
Till knowledge be garnered of their secret commerce.
Who will approach the King?
Dagonet. (Heard without singing.)
Morning her face is,
Blue seas her eyes,
All of earth’s sweetness
In their light lies.
Coral her lips are,
Red reefs of doom,
There do Love’s ships drive,
Down to their doom.
Vivien. Leave it to me, here cometh one who may work the matter.
Mordred. Who be it? Not the fool?
Vivien. Yea, the fool! He is not all surface, he is deep,