Cata. And was it thou didst slay the monster fell?
Wort. Ay, marry; but he fought, indeed, like one
That begg’d a little time to save his soul.
Cata. Our father hath towards London ta’en his flight:
But yet, Rowena is our prisoner.
Wort. That’s well, indeed: come, let us on, and join them.
[Exeunt.
SCENE X.—VORTIGERN’S PALACE.
Enter Vortigern and First Baron.
1st Bar. Speed, my most gracious lord! think on your safety.