BARKILPHEDRO
Is this the chance I’ve waited so long for?
The old crone’s prediction
Is fact and not fiction
Wipe away this clam-smile forever
Reward my devotion with a promotion

Today I am only a clown
But soon I’ll be wearing a velvet gown

I can see a bold new horizon
The end of your line and the beginning of mine
Good King Clarence has destined this for me
A traitor’s estate delivered by fate

Today I am only a clown
But soon I’ll be wearing a velvet-

TRELAW
[Spoken] Wait! My son - imagine the Blade of Billboa in your hand. Feel that strength in your heart. That is the Trelaw spirit. No matter how bad things get, hope will always find a-

[Trelaw is hanged.]

GRINPAYNE
No! Father!