Arthur. Oh cruel! Oh cruel! Oh cruel!
Merlin. Yea more, for knowing all the warm desire
That thou hast unto things of beauteous shape,
And lovest chiefly what is glad and fair
To look upon in nature or human form,
Which showest in thy love for Launcelot,—
Arthur. Yea, Launcelot! Would a Launcelot were my son.
Mordred. (aside) Ah, me!
Merlin. But knowing further that a deeper feeling,
That holdeth rule in every human heart,