Into a young King. Is't strange?
Fate which rings poor Sandy's knell
Sounds your coronation bell.
Hark! dost hear it?—ding-dong-dell!
[Burden. Ding-dong!
Ferdinand. This ditty doth decoy, yet fright me,—rather.
This is no common chance. A golden crown
Fate proffers me:—I see it,—shall I wear it?
[Left considering.