Eth. I thank thee, friend. (Soldier retires.)
(Eth. after a pause)
I like not this; behind those heaps I'll stand
And mark the manner of this distribution, (retires)
Enter Alwy and a petty Thane.
Alwy. Brave warriours! ye are come at his desire,
Who for each humble soldier, bold in arms,
That has beneath his orders fought, still bears
A brother's heart. You see these goodly spoils:
He gives them not unto the cloister'd priests:
His soldiers pray for him.(Soldiers shout.)
Thane. (to Alwy.) What is thy meaning?
Alwy. Knowest thou not the king has now bestow'd
The chiefest portion of his British spoil
On Alban's abbey?
Enter Ethwald.
(Soldiers shouting very loud.) Long live brave Ethwald, health to noble Ethwald.
Ethw. Thanks for these kindly greetings, valiant hearts!
(Soldiers shout again very loud.)
In truth I stand before you, brave companions,
Somewhat asham'd; for, with my wishes match'd,
These hands are poor and empty, (loud acclamations.)
I thank you all again; for well I see
You have respect unto the dear good will
That must enrich these heaps of homely stuff.
Soldiers. Long live our gen'rous leader!
