Arthur monologue — Arthur : $b A tragedy

From me, from me! In the beginning was my fault. I feel The end upon me, like the air of dawn, And see in light that is not of the earth What we have done to each other, and left undone. I in my far dream of that perfect realm, Clouded in cares of policy and state, Saw not what burning soul was at my side, Wanting the love that sees through human eyes And by love understands. I was blind. Now I am borne beyond Time’s wisdom and that fear Which moulds men’s justice. What am I, to speak Pardon or condemnation? I am come To humbleness that cries, “Father, forgive! We know not what we did.” It is I that say, “My Queen, forgive me.” Speak not any word. Your eyes have spoken. Guenevere, I go To battle. Give me your farewell.