Petill. For me, I think, as handsome.
Swet. All the comfort.
And tell the Soldier, 'twas on our command
He drew not to the Battell.
Petill. I conceive Sir,
And will do that shall cure all.
Swet. Bring him with ye
Before the Queens Fort, and his Forces with him,
There you shall find us following of our Conquest:
Make haste.
Petil. The best I may. [Exit.
Swet. And noble Gentlemen,
Up to your Companies: we'll presently
Upon the Queens pursuit: there's nothing done
Till she be seiz'd; without her nothing won. [Exeunt.
[Short flourish.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Caratach and Hengo.
Car. How does my Boy?