Ghost. Arthur, beware! I must this moment hence,
Not frighted by your voice, but by the cocks!
Arthur, beware, beware, beware, beware!
Strive to avert thy yet impending fate;
For, if thou'rt kill'd to-day,
To-morrow all thy care will come too late.
Scene III.
King, solus.
King. Oh! stay, and leave me not uncertain thus!
And, whilst thou tellest me what's like my fate,