Which gives the stern’st good-night.
And when the murder has been committed, Nature, through the lips of Lenox, makes her own contribution to the picture:
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ the air: strange screams of death
And, prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events,
New hatched to the woful time, the obscure bird
Clamour’d the live-long night: some say the earth
Was feverous and did shake.