Dagonet. The man who goes this road goes o’er my body.
Sir Ag. Louse! take that! (Stabs Dagonet, he falls.)
Mordred. ’Tis the King’s jester.
Dagonet. You have leeched my folly. Now is the jest ended.
Vivien! (Dies.)
A Knight. He was a man after all.
Mordred. Onward Knights to better game than this,
Though little we know the tragedy that ended
When yon poor light went out! Come this way!
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