Arthur. No more! by heaven, no more! I say, no more!
Or by my crown, I’ll cleave thy catiff tongue,
And spatter thine evil brains on yonder pavement,
That dared impeach my royalty of such dis-honor.
Sir Ag. Nay, King, we will die for the truth of this matter.
Knights. Yea, Lord Arthur, we are so prepared.
Arthur. Nay, ye are mad, blind, besotted mad.
Sir Ag. Nay, King, here is Sir Mordred who will show
The truth whereof we speak.
[Mordred comes forward.