The night has been unruly. Where we lay. Our chimneys were blown down; and as they say lamentings heard i'th'air; strange screams of death And prophesying w...

The night has been unruly. Where we lay. Our chimneys were blown down; and as they say lamentings heard i'th'air; strange screams of death And prophesying with accents terrible. Of dire combustion and confessed events. New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird Clamour'd the livelong night: some say the earth was feverous and did shake. This is the night .