In some fair garden whence he is excluded.
Here is the poison. That will be thy part
To get it hidden in the special fruit,
And get it fed unto the special man,
Whose snuffing out will pander to our end.
Vivien. Give me the poison!
Mordred. Here it is, this small pill,
So petty, but powerful.
’Tis wondrous that this tiny polished globe,
Could hide betwixt the finger and the thumb,