But, whither are the princes now retir’d?
Off. Towards Badon Hill.
The day was bloody, and it cost us dear:
The Scots were firm, and fought us, man to man:
Four thousand souls have perish’d.
Heng. Good heav’ns!
Enter another Officer.
What’s thy business?
2nd Off. Fourteen thousand troops have join’d our army,
And with them your fair daughter;—look, she comes!