Act 3 — EPILOGUE.
Reading edition
(Moving apart the folds of the curtain, The Astrologer looks out.)
Astrologer (to the audience).
There! My story’s ended;
But the bloody conclusion,
However sad it may be,
Need not disturb you.
Perhaps the Queen and I
Were the only living people in it;
The rest were—a delirium, a dream;
A pale spectre, nothing more.…
(Disappears.)