1st Knight. This day is Britain doomed and Arthur’s Court.
Rent and dismembered by old grisled war.
2nd Knight. Meseems the kingdom’s severed like two tides
That meet together in some mountain course
To whelm other. Arthur’s star grows dark,
And Mordred’s darker. ’Tis the Queen they say,
Hath cursed the realm with her godless loves.
Enter two other Knights, fighting on foot.
1st Knight. A Mordred! Ho! A Mordred!