And subtle traps, to catch the hearts of men:
So practice all your wiles to win his love.
Row. But should I fail?
Heng. Nay, fear it not; his nature well I know.
Come to my tent, and there we’ll weigh this business.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI.—A MAGNIFICENT FEAST.
Vortigern on a Throne. Hengist, Wortimerus, Catagrinus, Lords and Ladies, with Attendants.
Vor. To mirth we dedicate this noble feast!
And you, brave Hengist, do we greet withal.