[Exeunt.
SCENE III.—ANOTHER APARTMENT IN VORTIGERN’S PALACE.
Enter Vortigern.
Vor. Thus far, then, have my deeds a sanction found;
For still each morn doth the resplendent sun
Dart forth its golden rays, to grace my sight.
O what an inconsistent thing is man!
There was a time when e’en a murd’rous thought
Would have congeal’d my very mass of blood;
“And, as a tree, on the approaching storm,