Might light thee to it.
Arthur. And who art thou that mocketh at me thus?
Merlin. A shadow.
Arthur. And what be I?
Merlin. In truth a shadow.
Arthur. And that, that blackness?
[Pointing at Mordred.
Merlin. A shadow also, yea we all be shadows.
Arthur. And is there nothing real, nothing tangible in all this mist?
Merlin. Nay, nothing, save the visions we have lost,