_Enter_ AURELIUS, UTER, PASCENTIUS, _and_ FLAVIA.
_Aur._ Though bloody battle calls us forth again,
I’ll rather part with life, with all on earth,
Than leave thee, Flavia, unprotected.
_Uter._ Hengist hath pitch’d on t’other side of Badon:
The noise of arms, and distant hum of soldiers,
Bespeak their hasty preparation.
’Twere best to attack them early in the morn.
_Aur._ Then be it so.
_Pas._ And yet I must not ’gainst my father arm!
_Fla._ Indeed, thou’dst arm against thy sister, too!
Who would protect me, then, or calm my fear?
Who sit, and tell me tales of hope? O! no one.
It were too much; you cannot, must not, leave me.
_Enter Officer._
_Off._ Two sons of Vortigern do crave admittance.
_Enter_ WORTIMERUS _and_ CATAGRINUS.
_Wort._ My brother and my sister here!
_Cata._ O! joy unthought of! oh! unlook’d-for bliss!
_Fla._ Say; speak! how fares it with my gentle mother?
_Wort._ Beseech thee, ask me not of her sad story.
_Fla._ Sad, say’st thou? Heav’n forefend! she is not dead?
_Wort._ Calm thyself, dear sister, she lives still.
_Fla._ O! where, where? tell me; that, with these moist tears,
I may rain comfort on her wounded soul.
_Wort._ Let us retire.