News, news! my lord! The actors have come.

When Marus Russig was an actor in Rome, what times those were!

Ha, ha, ha, how Your Highness always teases me!

O! Jephthah, Jephthah! what a fair daughter hast thou!

Why, my lord, you are always harping on my daughter.

Well, well, old man, let the master of the actors come in.

I will, my lord.

These actors come in the nick of time, for through them I shall prove whether the ghost told me the truth or not. Once I saw a tragedy wherein one brother murders the other in the garden; this shall they act. And if the King turns pale, then he has done what the ghost told me.