When every waking moment on his bed,
And every devil knocking on his sill,
Mindeth him of cause for gratitude.
Vivien. Wilt thou promise?
Mordred. Nay, I will never promise!
What right have I for pledges in this world,
Save pledge that I will topple all to ruin.
This give I Fate, as sure as I am Mordred.
I tell thee, Woman, I am thy slave no more,
Nor slave to any, be it man or devil.