PLACE—SIR LAUNCELOT'S apartment.
TIME—Midnight.
Enter several Knights with torches and swords.
SIR BAN. Hello there! wake up!
Knights. Hello! Within! Within!
[Loud knocking heard at the doors.
Enter several other Knights. Enter SIR LAUNCELOT.
LAUN. What means this, that ye be armed?
SIR BAN. Strange horrors woke us frozen from our beds. Hideous nightmares beset us. Some heard moanings, some that grave-bells rang, and others saw strange spectres, and I myself heard clash of mighty arms, and quick each man found himself leaped from his bed, naked blade in hand. What may it portend? We be much affrighted.
LAUN. 'Tis a true portent. Now the end hath come
Of peace and happiness for this doomèd kingdom.
To-night, on private meeting with the Queen,
In her apartments, there was I surrounded,
And, hounded traitor, slew so many knights,
There's scarce one left to tell the King the story.
Knights. A most foul and dastard attack! The kingdom is doomed!
Enter a Messenger.
LAUN. The Queen! quick! the Queen! what of her?
Mess. An order hath but come in the King's name:
And she is to be burnt to-morrow noon.
LAUN. Never! by my blade, she shall not die!
Knights. She shall not! she shall not! on our lives!
CURTAIN.