Vor. O! these vile, petty kings, do make more uproar,
E’en than, above, the thund’ring god himself.
To-morrow be the nuptials loud proclaim’d:
And that Guorongus, that proud lord of Kent,
Who boldly in our presence call’d for justice,
His lands, his property, and all his titles,
We here invest with Hengist and his line.
[Hengist bows.
Vor. to Row. Give me thy hand; let us retire, my Queen!
[Exeunt.