Page. Yea, Madam.
Vivien. Doth see this jewel?
Page. Yea Madam, it be wondrous indeed.
Vivien. It will be thine—wilt thou stay,
And let another go in thy stead.
Page. The King trusteth me.
Vivien. ’Tis the will of one who loveth the King far more than ever thou couldst. ’Tis my will. Thou must stay. Quick, this way.
[Exit both.
Re-enter Mordred with his Knights.