(Sings.)
O Love, that lights this world
Yet leaves us i’ the dark;—
I led thee to my couch,
A grave-cloth was thy sark!
O Love, we would be clothed,
And thou hast left us stark.
Yea, I am on fire. Snow! snow! Would I had snow to cool me.
Fool, thou art no more a fool. Dagonet, thou art a man!
Thou lovest. This must be done. (Goes out.)
[Curtain.
ACT III.
SCENE I.—Arthur, Mordred, Dagonet, and Nobles.
Enter the Queen in great trouble.