Enter Queen and others.
Aldi. O horrid! horrible, and horrid'st horror!
Our king! our general! our cook! our doctor!
All dead! stone dead! irrevocably dead!
O——h!—— [All groan, a tragedy groan.
Queen. My husband dead! ye gods! what is't you mean,
To make a widow of a virgin queen?
For, to my great misfortune, he, poor king,
Has left me so; aint that a wretched thing?
Tat. Why then, dear madam, make me no farther pother,