Con. Arthur is all that's excellent in Oswald,
And void of all his faults. In battle brave,
But still serene in all the stormy war,
Like heaven above the clouds; and after fight,
As merciful and kind to vanquished foes,
As a forgiving God. But see, he's here,
And praise is dumb before him.
Enter King Arthur, reading a letter, with Attendants.
Arth. [Reading.] "Go on, auspicious prince, the stars are kind:
Unfold thy banners to the willing wind;