Resists the streams and flings the waltering waves
Aloof, so he rejects and scorns my words.
[Exit.[269]
THE FOURTH SCENE.
Mordred, Gilla, Gillamor, Cheldrichus, Dux Pictorum, Conan.
Mordred. Lo, where (as they decreed) my faithful friends
Have kept their time. Be all your powers repair’d?
Gilla. They be, and all with ardent minds: to Mars
They cry for wars, and longing for th’ alarm,
Even now they wish t’ encounter with their foes.