[Exeunt.
Chorus.
1.
See here the drifts of Gorlois, Cornish Duke,
And deep desire to shake his sovereign’s throne.
How foul his fall, how bitter his rebuke,
Whiles wife, and weal, and life, and all be gone!
He now in hell tormented wants that good.
Lo, lo, the end of traitorous bones and blood!
2.