Pas. Be of good cheer; tho’ they have lost the day,
Yet was the victory most dearly bought:
The Scots, too, in good order, have retir’d.
Enter Horsus.
Say, what’s thy business in this bloody field,
And who’s the maid that bears thee company?
It should seem, that thou hast fought and conquer’d;
And hast, in triumph, seiz’d on this fair prize.
Pas. I, sir, am her protector.
Hor. If thou’lt resign her, here is gold for thee.