Em. and Mat. Help, help! a rape, a rape!
Osw. By heaven, ye injure me; though force is used,
Your honour shall be sacred.
Em. Help, help! Oh, Britons, help!
Osw. Your Britons cannot help you.
This arm through all their troops shall force my way,
Yet neither quit my honour, nor my prey.
[Exeunt, the Women still crying. An Alarm within: Some Soldiers running over the Stage, "Follow, follow, follow."
Enter Albanact, Captain of the Guards, with Soldiers.