And on a wedded wife pours madness down.
1st Lord. The law, methinks, should, then, proclaim it void.
Vor. Be it, then, void: and here I pledge myself,
To take this lovely maiden to my wife.
To thee, good Hengist, we resign all Kent,
As a sure earnest of our future bounty:
Proclaim it in the camp; and let each man
Receive in largess, from our royal coffers,
That massy ore, which long hath lain entomb’d,
And now shall well reward the soldiers’ toils.