Mur. “Farewell, good King! and thou my comrade too!”
Hence on time’s wing will I to Vortigern,
And this my two-edg’d work to him unfold.
[Exit.
SCENE V.
Enter Vortigern, with Guards, as having viewed the dead body of the King behind the scenes.
Vor. O! this preposterous and inhuman act,
Doth stir up pity in the blackest hell.
Heav’n’s aspect did foretell some ill this night;
For each dread shrieking minister of darkness