Arthur. (Rises and staggers.) Ha! yea, yea, that cloud; that cloud about mine eyes!
My crown! My crown! Methought I had a crown!
Merlin. Yea of a truth thou hadst one.
Arthur. And where be it, good father?
Merlin. Stumbling on sudden to the precipice of a golden opportunity,
Thou loosedst thy kingship and straightway it toppled over.
Arthur. And might we not make search, Father?
Might we not take lights, lights, and go find it?
Merlin. Not all the lights that light this glowing world