Ghost. Arthur of England!
Arthur. (In his sleep.) Merlin! Ah! Merlin!
Ghost. I come to tell thy doom. To-morrow! Arthur, to-morrow!
Arthur. Away Spirit! Afright me not. Away! Away!
(Ghost vanishes, Arthur starts up.)
Ah, Merlin! did I dream of Merlin? ’Twas but the fancy.
Oh, great Mage, to-night thy portents wander back
Unto my mind, Oh couldst thou see thine Arthur.
To-morrow, said the voice within my dream.