Yea, deep for me.
Mordred. May he be trusted?
Vivien. Yea, like one who is in love.
Leave me Prince, I would sound him.
Dagonet. (Enters singing.)
There would I shipwreck,
Swooning to death,
Passing to darkness
On the winds of her breath. [Exit Mordred.
Ho Vivien!
Vivien. Well fool, and what wert thou singing?
Dagonet. ’Twas but a fool’s carol.
Vivien. If thou wert not a fool I would say thou wert in love.