2nd Knight. An Arthur! An Arthur! Have at you! (They close and each stabs the other. Both die.)
1st Knight. Thus is the kingdom rent like doomsday’s crack.
Such awful portents have been told abroad,
Since yesternight. Some say the world hath end.
2nd Knight. And what be they?
1st Knight. The crucifixes on the churches’ walls
Have trickled blood, and many abbey bells
Have tolled the midnight, rung by no man’s hand.
Yea, even the dead have risen from their graves.
2nd Knight. Ora pro nobis!