- Goes the King hence today? - He does; he did appoint so.

The night has been unruly.

Where we lay, our temples were blown down

and, as they say,

lamentings heard in the air,

strange screams of death.

'Twas a rough night.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open

the Lord's anointed temple

and stole thence the life of the building.

The life?

Mean you His Majesty?

Bid me not speak. You see.

Speak yourselves.

Awake!

Awake!

Ring the alarum bells!

Malcolm!

Malcolm!