To meet ten thousand foes.
Em. How do so many men e'er come to meet?
This devil trumpet vexes them, and then
They feel about for one another's faces;
And so they meet, and kill.
Arth. I'll tell you all, when we have gained the field.
One kiss of your fair hand, the pledge of conquest,
And so a short farewell.
[Kisses her Hand, and Exit with Aurelius, Albanact, and Attendants.
Em. My heart and vows go with him to the fight.