Osw. Had you been present, she had been mine more nobly.
Arth. There lies your way.
Osw. My way lies where I please.
Expect (for Oswald's magic cannot fail)
A long to-morrow, ere your arms prevail.
Or, if I fall, make room, ye blessed above,
For one who was undone, and died for love. [Exit Oswald and his Party.
Arth. There may be one black minute ere to-morrow:
For who can tell, what power, and lust, and charms,
May do this night?—To arms, with speed, to arms. [Exeunt.