Hell, swallow me not up! nor ope thy jaws
So wide. The fiends do tug, and strain my heart-strings!
They burst, they crack!—Oh! curs’d ambition! Oh!
[Dies.
Enter Catagrinus.
Cata. All, all is ours: the ranks are broken!—
They fly before us; come, let’s follow them.
Good heav’ns! who’s this?
[Looking to the body of Hengist.
Wort. Hengist himself.