Guin. Show thy love by closing this audience quickly.
I am all Launcelot’s in this world and the next,
As Heaven knoweth.
Mordred. Then thou wilt not have compassion.
Guin. I pity thee, but this may never be.
Mordred. Never?
Guin. As I am a Queen, never!
Mordred. Lady thy pity doth but little help me.
Yet will I show thee Mordred hath a heart.
Know then thou hast killed the spark of Mordred’s hope,