Now the news!
Mess. The enemy approaches. On the brow
of the next hill, rising a short mile hence,
Their colours wave.
La Var. Now then for the issue!
Marg. Ha!—So near! Who is't that leads their power?
Mess. The Marquis of Montague, so please your Majesty. [Exit.
Marg. Then he shall find us ready. Now, my lords!
Remember, half our hopes rest on this onset.—
Some one prepare the King.