(It’s going to be alright) Here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forc’d with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. (That’s what I used to do, that’s what I can do! But then – ) — What is that noise? — The Queen, my lord, is dead. ‘Oh, I see, oh, I see. It’s all over. She’s died, I’m going to die, we’re all going to die. This is nuts, this is nuts…’ And, I don’t know, he’s almost waiting for it to happen. He’s volatile.
