To all that I hold dearest on this earth.
Thou stood’st betwixt me and my gladder fate,
The one black spot on all my glory’s sun.
In thee once more mine evil blackens in,
Reddens mine eyesight. Have at thee, foul Curse!
Mordred. Father!
Arthur. Have at you! (They fight. Arthur wounds Mordred. He falls. A Knight stabs Arthur from behind.)
Arthur. Ho! all the sunlight blackens! Mordred! Oh!
My glory darkens! Curtain not yon sun!
(Dies.)