Aur. Then be it so.

Pas. And yet I must not ’gainst my father arm!

Fla. Indeed, thou’dst arm against thy sister, too!

Who would protect me, then, or calm my fear?

Who sit, and tell me tales of hope? O! no one.

It were too much; you cannot, must not, leave me.

Enter Officer.

Off. Two sons of Vortigern do crave admittance.

Enter Wortimerus and Catagrinus.

Wort. My brother and my sister here!