Daen. Wrapt up in clouds of lightning.
Med. What has he done? saw you the Contract torne, As I did heare a minion sweare he threatened?
Alb. He tore it not but burnt it.
Med. Openly?
Daen. And heaven with us to witnesse.
Med. Well, that fire Will prove a catching flame to burne his kingdome.
Alb. Meet and consult.
Med. No more, trust not the ayre
With our projections, let us all revenge
Wrongs done to our most noble kinswoman:
Action is honours language, swords are tongues,
Which both speake best and best do right our wrongs.
[Exeunt.