Chorus.
’Tis the king that groans; the work, the bloody work, I fear, is doing.
Weave we counsel now together, and concert a sure design.[n86]
1st Chorus.
I give my voice to lift the loud alarm,
And rouse the city to besiege the doors.
2nd Chorus.
Rather forthwith go in ourselves, and prove
The murderer with the freshly-dripping blade.
3rd Chorus.