Pet. I've a little business.

a gentleman

Of thy sweet conversation?

Pet. Captain Junius,

Sweet captain, let me go with all celerity! Things are not always one; and do not question,

[ditties,

Nor jeer, nor gibe: None of your doleful
Nor your sweet conversation; you will find
I may be anger'd.

Jun. By no means, Petillius;
Anger a man that never knew passion?
'Tis most impossible: A noble captain,
A wise and generous gentleman?

Pet. Tom Puppy,

you,

[then

Leave this way to abuse me: I have found [you. But, for your mother's sake, I will forgive Your subtile understanding may discover, As you think, some trim toy to make you merry,

[to't;

Some straw to tickle you; but do not trust You're a young man, and may do well; be Carry yourself discreetly.

[sober,

Enter Decius, Demetrius, and Curius.
Jun. Yes, forsooth,

Dem. How does the brave Petillius?
Jun. Monstrous merry.

We two were talking what a kind of thing
I was when I was in love; what a strange

monster

For little boys and girls to wonder at;
How like a fool I look'd!

Dec. So they do all,

Like great dull slavering fools.
Jun. Petillius saw too.

Pet. No more of this; 'tis scurvy; peace!
Jun. How nastily,

Indeed how beastly, all I did became me! How I forgot to blow my nose! There he stands,

An honest and a wise man; if himself (I dare avouch it boldly, for I know it) Should find himself in love

Pet. I'm angry.

Jun. Surely

His wise self would hang his beastly self; His understanding self so mawl his ass self--Dec. He's bound to do it; for he knows the follies,

The poverties, and baseness, that belongs to't; Has read upon the reformations long.

Pet. He has so.

Jun. 'Tis true, and he must do't: Nor is it fit indeed

Any such coward

Pet. You'll leave prating?
Jun. Should dare

Come near the regiments, especially
Those curious puppies (for believe there are
such)
[whelps,
That only love behaviours: Those are dog-

captains,

[virtue; Most valiant men: Go up yourselves; use See what will come on't; pray the gentleman To come down, and be taken. Ye all know him, [him, I think ye've felt him too: There ye shall find His sword by's side, plums of a pound weight by him,

Will make your chops ache: You'll find it a more labour

[nest. To win him living, than climbing of a crow's Dec. Away, and compass him; we shall come up [close. I'm sure within these two hours. Watch him Macer. He shall flee thro' the air, if he

Macer. The dead body Of the great Penius is new come to th' camp, Dem. Dead?

Macer. By himself, they say.

Jun. I fear'd that fortune.

Cur. Peace guide him up to Heaven!
Jun. Away, good Macer.

[Exeunt Macer and Judas.

Enter Suetonius, Drusius, Regulus, and Petillius.

Suet. If thou be'st guilty,

Stole hither to relieve him: Who first ventures To fetch it off, is ours. I cannot see him. Judas. He lies close in a hole above, I know

it, [be. Gnawing upon his anger. Ha! no; 'tis not Macer. 'Tis but the shaking of the boughs Judas. Pox shake 'em!

I'm sure they shake me soundly.-There! Mucer. 'Tis nothing. [tempest Judas. Make no noise; if he stir, a deadly Of huge stones falls upon's. 'Tis done! away, close!

Enter Caratach.

Car. Sleep still, sleep sweetly, child; 'us all thou feed'st on!

No gentle Briton near, no valiant charity, To bring thee food? Poor knave, thou'rt sick,

extreme sick, [goodness Almost grown wild for meat; and yet thy Will not confess, nor shew it. All the woods Are double lin'd with soldiers; no way left us To make a noble 'scape. I'll sit down by thee,

upon thee!

The regiment return on Junius;

He well deserves it.

Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have gotten [Nay, Honour enough; let young men rise now. I do perceive too by the general, (which is One main cause you shall die, howe'er he carry it)

Such a strong doting on you, that I fear
You shall command in chiet; how are we paid
Come, if you'll pray, dispatch it. [then?
Pet. Is there no way?

Jun. Not any way to live.
Pet. I will do any thing,

Redeem myself at any price: Good Junius,
Let me but die upon the rock, but offer
My life up like a soldier !

Jun. You will seek then
To out-do every man.

Pet. Believe it, Junius,

You shall go stroke by stroke with me.
Jun. You'll leave off too,

As you are noble, and a soldier,
For ever these mad fancies.

Pet. Dare you trust me?

By all that's good and honest-----
Jun. There's your sword then;

And now, come on a new man: Virtue guide thee!

[Exeunt.

Car. Of bells, boy? Tis thy fancy;
Alas, thy body's full of wind.
Hengo. Methinks, sir,

They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation
To some near funeral of state: Nay, weep
not,
[sooner.

Mine own sweet uncle! you will kill me
Car. Oh, my poor chicken!
Hengo. Fy, faint-hearted uncle!
Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down.
Car. I'll go myself, boy.

Hengo. No, as you love me, uncle!

I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it;
The danger only I desire; 'pray tie me.
Car. I will, and all iny care hang o'er thee!
Come, child,

My valiant child!

Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle, And you shall see how like a daw I'll whip it From all their policies; for 'tis most certain A Roman train: And you must hold me sure

too,

funcle,

You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it,
We'll be as merry-

Car. Go, i' th' name of Heav'n, boy!
Hengo. Quick, quick, uncle! I have it.—
Car. What ail'st thou?

[Oh! [Judas shoots Hengo. Hengo. Oh, my best uncle, I am slain! Car. I see you,

[Car. kills Judas with a stone. And Heav'n direct my hand!--Destruction Go with thy coward soul!-How dost thou, Oh, villam, pocky villain! [boy?-

Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle,

Oh, how it pricks me (am I preserv'd for this?) Extremely pricks me!

Car. Coward, rascal coward!

Dogs eat thy flesh!

Hengo. Oh, I bleed hard; I faint too; out upon't,

How sick I am!--The lean rogue, uncle!
Cur. Look, boy;

I've laid him sure enough.

Hengo. Have you knock'd his brains out?
Cur. I warrant thee for stirring more:
Cheer пр,
child.

Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop;
oh, wretched fortune,

Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle.
Car. Heaven look upon this noble child!
Hengo. I once hop'd
[Romans

I should have liv'd to have met these bloody At my sword's point, to have reveng'd my father,

To have beaten 'em. Oh, hold me hard!
But, uncle-

Car. Thou shalt live still I hope, boy. Shall
I draw it?

Hengo. You draw away my soul then; I
would live

A little longer, (spare me, Heavens!) but only To thank you for your tender love! Good Good noble uncle, weep not!

[uncle,