[Exit into the garden.]
MASKERS
It was the song of Blondel! The same song
He made with Richard, long since!—
Blondel's voice!
Just as we heard it on that summer's night
When Lion-Heart came home from the Crusade.
[The Song still drawing nearer.]
"Death! What is Death?" he cried.
"I must ride on,
On to my true love's side,
Up to her throne!"
[Enter Blondel, from the garden. He stands, startled by the scene before him.]
MASKERS
Blondel! Where is the King? Where is the King?
BLONDEL
Did ye not know?—Richard, the King, is dead!