My days are past, my mission done on earth,
I leave thee one here though, whose love or hate
Is more to thee than mine could ever be.
Twixt thee and him there are such subtle webs
Of destiny, it needeth no magician
To prophesy the running of those threads
That weave the warp of your two destinies.
Farewell Arthur! Mordred, fare thee well.
Arthur. Stay, Stay, Merlin! I have much need of thee.
[Exit Merlin.