The single soul that knew thee in the dark,
And loved thee for thy nobler qualities?
Mordred. What wouldst thou have me promise?
Vivien. I would be a Queen!
Mordred. Ha! thou climbest high!
Be careful or thy stairway
In toppling over carry thee to Hell. (Aside.)
This be her trend I must match cunning with cunning,
And tie this serpent in her venomed coils.
Were she a man, I would admire her much,