The hideous toad that poisons on her sight.
Though I may sense the glories of this earth
With all its wealth, the heaven o’er-bridged with stars,
And know love’s heights and depths, and pity’s well,
Brimming with pearls of tears and woman’s eyes;
I am but hideous Mordred after all.
Vivien. Yea, in her eyes art hideous, not in mine.
Mordred. Woman, thou liest! It were natural
To love the perfect shape and noble form,
The sunny face and splendid laughing eye;