Fla. This token let me brace around thine arm,
Think of me in the field, nor let revenge
Blot from thy gen’rous breast all sense of pity.
Aur. O! cruel fortune, so soon to wrench from me
This lovely form; to steal thy beauteous hand,
And offer to my grasp this weighty steel.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.—THE CAMP OF HENGIST.
Enter Hengist and Horsus.
Heng. Have Vortigern’s brave sons yet ta’en their station?