Or where thou goest, there would she wander too.
Mordred. Nay, nay, ’tis vain, I am a man apart.
Thou knowest not the iron I am become.
Mordred needs no shield of kindly help
Other than what unkind nature gave him.
Woman, thou dost unqueen thyself, I tell thee.
Thou wastest thy words on Mordred.
Vivien. Oh brute, Oh cruel shape, not natural man,
Hast thou no feeling?