Aur. Then be it so. Farewell to thee, O, Rome!
I ne’er did think that, when thus quitting thee,
My brimful heart would have ran o’er with sorrow.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.—A HALL.
Discovers Vortigern, Edmunda, Wortimer, &c. at supper.
Vor. Seek, Wortimer, thy brother and thy sister:
Tell them it suits but ill their present years,
To tarry thus, when summon’d to our presence.
Wort. My gracious father, I obey.