Gwaine. This is a bad and foolish matter, King,
And thou wert fool to fetch it to an issue.
But now thou makest bad worse. Didst thou send out
For Launcelot’s arrest and the Queen’s murder?
Mordred. The order hath gone out in the King’s name.
’Tis gone too far for compromises now.
Gwaine. ’Tis thou hast done all this, thou Plotter!
Mordred. Thou liest! ’Tis but the natural end of circumstance that worked its issue. I tell thee, the King ordered this.
Gwaine. King, didst thou give these orders?
Arthur. Gwaine thy words were ever over-blunt,