“My lord King Arthur, it is with a heavy heart that I set forth to do battle with one of your own blood; but now it is incumbent upon my honor to do so. For six months I have suffered your majesty to lay my lands waste and to besiege me in my own city. My courtesy is repaid with insults, so deadly and shameful that now I must by force of arms seek redress.
Fie on you ! do your worse !
sir Modred, do you not fear God’s displeasure? First you have falsely made yourself king; now you, who were begotten by King Arthur on his aunt, try to marry your father’s wife! If you do not revoke your evil deeds I shall curse you with bell, book, and candle.
Father, i pray you me whose is this ?
Father king author lies buried in this tomb
Modred, do you not fear God’s displeasure? First you have falsely made yourself king; now you, who were begotten by King Arthur on his aunt, try to marry your father’s wife! If you do not revoke your evil deeds I shall curse you with bell, book, and candle.