(Re-enter Ethwald, and the crowd opening on each side, shews the dead bodies of the King and the Seneschal.
Ethw. (affecting surprise.) What sight is this?
Ah! ye have gone too far. Who did this deed?
Alwy. My followers, much enraged at slight offence,
Did fall upon him.
Ethw. All have their end decreed, and this, alas,
Has been his fated hour.
Come chiefs and valiant friends, why stand we here
Looking on that which cannot be repair'd?
All honour shall be paid unto the dead.
And, were this deed of any single hand
The willing crime, he should have vengeance too.
But let us now our nightly task fulfil;
Much have we still to do ere morning dawn.
(Exeunt Ethw. and Followers, and the scene closes.)
SCENE VII. A royal apartment: Enter Elburga, with her hair scattered upon her shoulders, and with the action of one in violent grief, followed by Dwina, who seems to be soothing her.
Elb. Cease, cease! thy foolish kindness sooths me not;
My morning is o'ercast; my glorv sunk;
Leave me alone to wring my hands and weep.
