Enter Oswald and Osmond.
Osm. 'Tis time to hasten our mysterious rites,
Because your army waits you.
Osw. Thor, Freya, Woden, all ye Saxon powers,
[Making three Bows before the three Images.
Hear and revenge my father Hengist's death!
Osm. Father of gods and men, great Woden, hear!
Mount thy hot courser, drive amidst thy foes,
Lift high thy thundering arm, let every blow
Dash out a misbelieving Briton's brains!