:

ness

Car. Oh, now thou pleasest me; weep still,
my child,

As if thou sawest me dead! with such a flux
Or flood of sorrow; still thou pleasest me.
And, worthy soldiers, pray receive these pledges,
These hatchments of our griefs, and grace us so
much

To place them on his hearse. Now, if ye please,
Bear off the noble burden: raise his pile
High as Olympus, making heaven to wonder,
To see a star upon earth outshining theirs :
And ever-loved, ever-living be

Thy honoured and most sacred memory!

Drus. Thou hast done honestly, good Caratach;

And when thou diest, a thousand virtuous Romans
Shall sing thy soul to heaven. Now march on,
soldiers.
[Exeunt. A dead march.

Car. Now dry thine eyes, my boy.
Hengo. Are they all gone?

I could have wept this hour yet.

Car. Come, take cheer,

And raise thy spirit, child; if but this day

Thou canst bear out thy faintness, the night co

Enter JUNIUS.

Jun. Here he is; have at him!

She set the sword unto her breast, Great pity it was to see,

[Sings.

That three drops of her life-warm blood,
Run trickling down her knee.

Art thou there, bonny boy? And, in faith, how dost thou ?

Pet. Well, gramercy; how dost thou? He has found me,

Scented me out; the shame the devil owed me, He has kept his day with. And what news, Junius?

Jun. It was an old tale ten thousand times told,
Of a young lady was turned into mould,
Her life it was lovely, her death it was bold.

Pet. A cruel rogue! now he has drawn pur-
suit on me,

He hunts me like a devil. No more singing!
Thou hast got a cold: Come, let us go
drink some
sack, boy.

Jun. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Pet. Why dost thou laugh?

What mare's nest hast thou found?
Jun. Ha, ha, ha!

I cannot laugh alone: Decius! Demetrius!
Curius! oh, my sides! ha, ha, ha, ha!
The strangest jest!

Pet. Prithee no more.

Jun. The admirablest fooling!

Pet. Thou art the prettiest fellow!
Jun. Sirs!

Pet. Why, Junius,

Prithee away, sweet Junius!

Jun. Let me sing then.

Pet. Whoa, here's a stir now! Sing a song of sixpence !

By heaven, if-prithee-pox on't, Junius!
Jun. I must either sing or laugh.

Pet. And what's your reason?

Jun. What's that to you?

Pet. And I must whistle.

Jun. Do so.

Pet. Tom Puppy, Leave this way to abuse me: I have found you, But, for your mother's sake, I will forgive you. Your subtle understanding may discover,

As you think, some trim toy to make you merry, Some straw to tickle you; but do not trust to it; You are a young man, and may do well; be sober, Carry yourself discreetly.

Enter DECIUS, DEMETRIPS, 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 mon

ster

For little boys and girls to wonder at:

How like a fool I looked!

Dec. So they do all,

Like great dull slavering fools.

Jun. Petillius saw too.

Pet. No more of this; it is 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 am angry.

Jun. Surely

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

The poverties, and baseness, that belong to it; iHe has read upon the reformations long.

Pet. He has so.

Any such coward

Pet. You'll leave prating?

Jun. Should dare

Come near the regiments, especially

Those curious puppies (for believe there are such)

That only love behaviour: Those are dog-whelps,
Dwindle away because a woman dies well;
Commit with passions only; fornicate
With the free spirit merely. You, Petillius,
For you have long observed the world-
Pet. Dost thou hear?

I'll beat thee damnably within these three hours!

Judas. Not a piece of biscuit,

Not so much as will stop a tooth, nor water, More than they make themselves: They lie Just like a brace of bear whelps, close, and crafty, Sucking their fingers for their food.

That does him mischief by deceit, I'll kill him. Macer. He shall have fair play; he deserves it. Judas. Hark ve!

What should I do there then? You are brave captains,

daws!

See what will come on't; pray the gentleman To come down, and be taken. Ye all know him, I think ye've felt him too! There ye shall find

him,

Pet. So!

Suct. Draw out three companies,

(Yours, Decius, Junius, and thou, Petillius) And make up instantly to Caratach;

He's in the wood before ye: We shall follow,
After due ceremony done to the dead,
The noble dead. Come, let's go burn the body.
[Exeunt all but Petillius.
Pet. The regiment given from me? disgraced
openly?

In love too with a trifle to abuse me?
A merry world, a fine world! served seven years
To be an ass of both sides? sweet Petillius,
You have brought your hogs to a fine market!
you are wise, sir,

Your honourable brain-pan full of crotchets,
An understanding gentleman; your projects
Cast with assurance ever! Wouldst not thou now
Be banged about the pate, Petillius!
Answer to that, sweet soldier! surely, surely,
I think you would; pulled by the nose, kicked?
hang thee,

Thou art the arrantest rascal! Trust thy wisdom
With any thing of weight? the wind with feathers!
Out, you blind puppy! you command? you go-
vern?

Dig for a groat a-day, or serve a swine-herd,
Too noble for thy nature too!--I must up;
But what I shall do there, let time discover.

SCENE III.

[Erit.

Jun. Most sure I told you truth then.
Pet. And that your love

Should not deny me any honest thing.
Jun. It shall not.

Pet. Dare you swear it?

That have been ill, forgiven too; forget you.
I have forgot all passages between us
Jun. What would this man have?-By the
gods, I do, sir,

So it be fit to grant you.
Pet. 'Tis most honest.

Pet. Hark you, Junius!

I will live now.

Jun. Why, then I'll do it.

Jun. Kill you?

Pet. Kill me.

Jun. How!

Pet. Pray kill me.

Pet. Ay, kill me quickly, suddenly;

Now kill me.

Jun. On what reason? You amaze me!

Pet. If you do love me, kill me; ask me not why:

I would be killed, and by you.

Jun. Mercy on me!

What ails this man? Petillius!

Pet. Pray you dispatch me;

You are not safe, whilst I live: I am dangerous, Troubled extremely, even to mischief, Junius, An enemy to all good men. Fear not; 'tis jus

tice;

I shall kill you else.

Jun. Tell me but the cause,

And I will do it.

Pet. I am disgraced, my service

Slighted and unrewarded by the general,
My hopes left wild and naked; besides these,
I am grown ridiculous, an ass, a folly,

I dare not trust myself with: Prithee, kill me!
Jun. All these may be redeemed as easily
As you would heal your finger.

Pet. Nay

Jun. Stay, I'll do it;

Jun. And then I'll kill you,

Because you shall die miserable. Know, sir,
The regiment was given me, but 'till time
Called you to do some worthy deed, might stop
The peoples' ill thoughts of you for lord Penius,
I mean his death. How soon this time's come to
you,

And hasted by Suetonius! Go, says he,
Junius and Decius, and go thou, Petillius,
(Distinctly, thou, Petillius) and draw up,

To take stout Caratach; there's the deed purposed,

A decd to take off all faults, of all natures:
And thou, Petillius, mark it! there's the honour;
And that done, all made even.

Pet. Stay!

Jun. No, I'll kill you.

He knew thee absolute, and full in soldier, Daring beyond all dangers, found thee out According to the boldness of thy spirit,

A subject, such a subject—~~

Jun. By no means-wooed thy worth, Held thee by the chin up, as thou sunkest, and

shewed thee

How honour held her arms out. Come, make ready,

Since you will die an ass.

Pet. Thou wilt not kill me?

Jun. By heaven, but I will, sir. I'll have no man dangerous

Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have gotten

Honour enough; let young men rise now. Nay,
I do perceive too by the general, (which is
One main cause you shall dic, however he car-

ry it)

Such a strong doting on you, that I fear
You shall command in chief; how are we paid
then?

Come, if you'll pray, dispatch it.
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 is good and honest

Jun. There's your sword then; And now, come on, a new man: Virtue guide thee!

[Exeunt.

Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, Has hung a little food and drink: Cheer up, boy; Do not forsake me now!

Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle,

I feel I cannot stay long; yet I'll fetch it,
To keep your noble life.
Uncle, I am heart-
whole,
And would live.

Car. Thou shalt, long, I hope.
Hengo. But my head, uncle!
Methinks the rock goes round.

Enter MACER and JUDAS.

Macer. Mark them well, Judas.
Judas. Peace, as you love your life!
Hengo. Do not you hear
The noise of bells?

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