I quake with hope. I can assure you all,
We never had a greater match in hand.
March on! Delay no fates, whilst fortune fawns;
The greatest praise of war consists in speed.
[Exeunt Reges et Cohors.
THE FOURTH SCENE.
Cador, Arthur.
Cador. Since thus (victorious king) your peers allies,
Your lords, and all your powers be ready prest,
For good, for bad, for whatsoe’er shall hap,