What shall we do? What will become of us?
Where is Polkan, our Voevoda?
(Polkan rushes in with armed Boyars. Amelfa runs away.)
Polkan.
Sire! Father of thy people!
Sire! Another calamity!
King Dodon
(leaping from the bed).
Always at the wrong time!
Polkan.
Noise and hubbub in all the capital,