Did cling repentance, I now cast it off.
[They fight and pause.
Nay, stand aloof, and hear me yet awhile.
Aur. I will not.
Vor. ’Twere better that thou didst, lest, waxing warm,
I rise, and pour upon thy unform’d limbs
That rage, which ’gins to swell within my veins,
And lay a double murder on my soul.
Aur. Come on; come on, I say!
[They fight; Vortigern is thrown to the ground.