Arth. Confess thyself o'ercome, and ask thy life.
Osw. 'Tis not worth asking, when 'tis in thy power.
Arth. Then take it as my gift.
Osw. A wretched gift,
With loss of empire, liberty, and love.
[A concert of Trumpets within, proclaiming Arthur's Victory; while they sound, Arthur and Oswald seem to confer.
'Tis too much bounty to a vanquished foe;
Yet not enough to make me fortunate.
Arth. Thy life, thy liberty, thy honour safe,
Lead back thy Saxons to their ancient Elbe: