[Quiet, ambient sounds begin to rise.]
[Eerie, ambient musics begins playing in a minor key.]
>> Dave Koté: "No, that's better."
>> Lighting director: "Picture seven, left. Use that, go back there, then once ..."
>> Ian Martin: "Get thee out!"
[Swords clash. Actors grunt.]
>> Fight choreographer: "If you think you can hang onto the stage ..."
>> Actresses, in unison: "Foul is Fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air."
>> Ian Martin: "You make me strange," "even to the disposition that I owe, "when now I think you can behold such sights!"
[Ambient music rises.]
[Swords and shields clash. Actors yell.]
[Ambient music crescendos.]
[Idle, eerie sounds, overlayed by music.]
>> Actor: "Treason! Treason!"
[Ambient music rises, horns blaring.]
[Swords clashing. Actors screaming.]
[Ambient music rises again.]
[Music resolves, and fades out.]