Laun. ’Tis a true portent. Now the end hath come
Of peace and happiness for this dooméd kingdom.
To-night on private meeting with the Queen,
In her apartments, there was I surrounded,
And hounded traitor, slew so many knights,
There’s scarce one left to tell the King the story.
Knights. A most foul and dastard attack! The kingdom is doomed.
Enter a Messenger.
Laun. The Queen! quick! the Queen! what of her?
Mess. An order hath come in the King’s name;