And now I hate it as I hate myself
Who stooped to gain it. Yet must Mordred king
This realm with a tyranny that fear
Wields o’er a monarchy that knows not love.
And burn his heart out for a woman’s scorn.
Yea she shall be my Queen if love can win her.
Enter Guinevere as a State Prisoner.
Mordred. Madam, I would detain you.
Guin. Usurper King! what means this bringing of me here?
I deemed the shelter of a sisterhood