Heng. O! my most gracious King, I am unworthy.
Vor. Thou didst fight manfully, and bravely conquer.
Wine there! a health to Hengist! would that Horsus
Were here to grace the feast.
Lords. The King doth drink.
Heng. Thou sentest for me, noble sir, to fight;
I have done naught, save that I promis’d:
Had I play’d other than the soldier’s part,
Then had I tarnish’d the true Saxon name.
[Hengist speaks to one of the Lords aside.