Alb. Which way went the alarm?
1 Sol. Here, towards the castle.
Alb. Pox o'this victory, the whole camp's debauched;
All drunk, or whoring.—This way; follow, follow.
[Exeunt. The Alarm renews: Clashing of Swords within for a while.
Re-enter Albanact, Officer, and Soldiers.
Offi. How sits the conquest on great Arthur's brow?
Alb. As when the lover with the king is mixt.
He puts the gain of Britain in a scale,
Which weighing with the loss of Emmeline,