King of France: A sudden darkness hath defaced the sky,

The winds are crept into their caves for fear,

The leaves move not, the world is hushed and still,

The birds cease singing and the wand'ring brooks

Murmer no wonted greeting to their shores.

Silence attends some wonder and expecteth

That heaven should pronounce some prophecy.

Where or from whom proceeds this silence, Charles?

Dauphin: Our men with open mouths and staring eyes

Look on each other as they did attend

Each other's words, and yet no creature speaks,

A tongue-tied fear hath made a midnight hour,

And speeches sleep through all the waking regions.

King of France: But now the pompous sun in all his pride

Looked through his golden coach upon the world,

And, on a sudden, hath he hid himself,

That now the under earth is as a grave,

Dark, deadly, silent and uncomfortable.