2465King. Now march our ensignes on the Brittish earth,

2466And we are neere approching to the towne:

2467Then looke about you, valiant Countrymen,

2468And we shall finish this exployt with ease.

2469Th'inhabitants of this mistrustfull place,

2470Are dead asleep, as men that are secure:

2471Here shall we skirmish but with naked men,

2472Deuoyd of sence, new waked from a dreame,

2473That know not what our comming doth pretend,

2474Till they do feele our meaning on their skinnes:

2475Therefore assaile: God and our right for vs. Exeunt.

I2 Alarum,