“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #7: (g) ensue, (h) tumult
The tumult surged—what would ensue?
Could I escape? What could I do?
The mob surged ’round—their faces red
With anger. Cried: “Off with his head!”
“Whose head?” I thought. “I need a sign!”
They grabbed me. Oops. The head was mine.
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