And slay the most of us, so that we are scarce fled with our lives,
As these two knights do witness.
Arthur. Murder and Treason walk abroad this night.
Adultery and Incest leave their graves.
Arthur, Arthur thou art a king no more!
Mordred. We would arrest the Queen, did we know thy will.
Arthur. O, Night! Night! Night!
Mordred. ’Tis not an hour for grief and memories, Sire,
But action, instant action, is the word,