Vivien. By that most powerful of all most powerful compulsions. He loveth me.
Mordred. And thou wilt use him, put him on the rack,
Which is thine influence?
Vivien. See my little finger, he is as the yarn
That I may wind around it.
Mordred. Thou art a Devil! Ho! Ho! Mordred hath mirth!
And this be life! Mordred hath mirth, yea, Vivien, mirth!
See woman that thou failest not,
Mordred is roused, it must be.
[Exit Mordred.