But, come! now for the tyrant Vortigern!
Enter Officer.
Aur. What’s the news?
Off. Th’ ill-fated King doth flee tow’rds Cæsar’s tow’r,
While half his troops have fall’n into our hands.
Aur. Did ye obey mine orders?
Off. Ay, my good lord, in ev’ry circumstance.
Aur. Then Uter, look; you march towards that same tow’r.
Let me, ye gods! but meet with this vile traitor:
And should his soul not shrink beneath my sword,