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Sec. Serv. What, dost thou think it is his fancy's shapes
He looks upon? No, no: trust me, good friend,
Night and the darkness are inhabited
By those who move near neighbours to the living;
Close by their very sides, yet unperceiv'd
By all, but those whose eyes unveiled are
By heavenly power, in mercy or in wrath:
Such proofs of this I've heard.—Last night thou know'st
The king's grooms, sleeping near him as they're wont
In the adjoining chamber, were much scar'd
With fearful sounds.

First Serv. I know it not—Who was it told it thee?
At midnight was it? (eagerly.)

Sec. Serv. Yes, come with me to Baldwick, he will tell thee;
He heard it all: thou wilt return in time
To finish, here, thy task. We'll have a horn
Of foaming ale, and thou shalt hear it all.
Good foaming ale: mercy upon us all!
We live in fearful times! (listening.)

First Serv. (listening also.) What shall I do?
I hear the king's voice, speaking angrily,
And coming hitherward. What shall I do?
Shall I remain and face him? nay good faith!
I'll shun the storm: he is engag'd, perchance,
Too much to notice my unfinish'd task.
(Exeunt hastily.