[Exeunt Arthur and Cador.
Chorus.
1.
Lo, here the end that fortune sends at last
To him, whom first she heav’d to highest hap!
The flattering look, wherewith he long was led;
The smiling fates, that oft had fed his fame,
The many wars and conquests which he gain’d,
Are dash’d at once: one day infers that foil,
Whereof so many years of yore were free.