I'm all within a hurricane, as if
[2] The world's four winds were pent within my carcase.
[3] Confusion, horror, murder, guts, and death!

[Footnote 1: Love mounts and rolls about my stormy mind.
--_Aurengzebe_.
Tempests and whirlwinds thro' my bosom move.
--_Cleomenes_.
]

[Footnote 2:
With such a furious tempest on his brow,
As if the world's four winds were pent within
His blustering carcase.--_Anna Bullen_.
]

[Footnote 3: Verba Tragica.]




SCENE VIII.--KING, GLUMDALCA.


_King_. [1] Sure never was so sad a king as I!
[2] My life is worn as ragged as a coat
A beggar wears; a prince should put it off.
[3] To love a captive and a giantess!
Oh love! oh love! how great a king art thou!
My tongue's thy trumpet, and thou trumpetest,