[Exit Mordred.
Vivien. Oh God! Mordred! Mordred! Is this all?
And I have moulded him unto this iron
I beat against. It is my punishment!
Oh God! Oh God! Nay, I will go with him,
And die with him if need be. Now my wits!
But how? How? How?
Enter a Page.
Page. Madam, the King?
Vivien. He hath just left—Stay, dost thou go with him?