 | The Tragedie of Bonduca |  |
Actus secundus.
Scæna Prima.
Enter Penyus, Regulus, Macer, Drusius.Pen.
I must come?
Ma.
So the General commands, Sir.
Pen.
I must bring up my Regiment?
Ma.
Believe, Sir,
I bring no lye.
Pen.
But did he say, I must come?
Ma.
So delivered.
Pen.
How long is't, Regulus, since I commanded
in Britain here?
Reg.
About five yeers, great Penyus.
Pen.
The General some five months. Are all my actions
so poor, and lost, my services so barren,
that I'm remembred in no nobler language
but Must come up?
Ma.
I do beseech ye, Sir,
weigh but the times estate.
Pen.
Yes, good Lievtenant,
I do, and his that sways it. Must come up?
Am I turn'd bare Centurion? Must, and shall,
fit embasses to court my honour?
Ma.
Sir—
Pen.
Set me to lead a handful of my men
against an hundred thousand barbarous slaves
that have marcht name by name with Romes best doers?
serve 'em up some other meat; I'll bring no food
to stop the jaws of all those hungry wolfs.
My Regiment's mine own. I must, my language.
Enter Curius.
Cur.
Penyus, where lies the host?
Pen.
Where Fate may finde 'em.
Cur.
Are they ingirt?
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The Battel's lost.
Cur.
So soon?
Pen.
No; but 't is lost, because it must be won:
the Britains must be Victors. Who ere saw
a troop of bloody Vultures hovering
about a few corrupted carcases,
let him behold the silly Romane host,
girded with millions of fierce Britain Swains,
with deaths as many as they have had hopes;
and then go thither, he that loves his shame;
I scorn my life, yet dare not lose my name.
Cur.
Do not you hold it a most famous end,
when both our names and lives are sacrific'd
for Romes encrease?
Pen.
Yes, Curius; but mark this too;
what glory is there, of what lasting fame
can be to Rome, or us? what full example,
when one is smother'd with a multitude,
and crowded in amongst a namelesse presse?
Honour got out of flint, and on their heads
whose vertues, like the Sun, exhal'd all valours,
must not be lost in mists and fogs of people,
notelesse, and out of name, but rude and naked:
nor can Rome task us with impossibilities,
or bid us fight against a flood: we serve her,
that she may proudly say she has good souldiers,
nor slaves to choke all hazards. Who but fools,
that make no difference betwixt certain dying,
and dying well, would fling their fames and fortunes
into this Britain-gulf, this quicksand-ruine,
that sinking, swallows us? What noble hand
can finde a subject fit for blood there? or what sword
room for his execution? What air to cool us,
but poison'd with their blasting breaths and curses,
where we lie buried quick above the ground,
and are with labouring sweat, and breathlesse pain,
kill'd like to slaves, and cannot kill again?
Dru.
Penyus, mark ancient Wars, and know that then
Captains weigh'd an hundred thousand men.
Pen.
Drusius, mark ancient wisdom, and you'll finde then
he gave the overthrow that sav'd his men.
I must not go.
Reg.
The souldiers are desirous,
Their Eagles all drawn out, Sir.
Pen.
Who drew up, Regulus?
ha? speak t did you? whose bold will durst attempt this?
drawn out? why, who commands, Sir? on whose warrant
durst they advance?
Reg.
I keep mine own obedience.
Dru.
'T is like the general cause, their love of honour,
relieving of their wants.
Pen.
Without my knowledge?
am I no more? my place but at their pleasures?
Come, who did this?
Dru.
By—Sir, I am ignorant.
Drum softly within: then enter Souldiers with Drum and Colours.
Pen.
What, am I grown a shadow? Heark, they march.
I will know, and will be my self. Stand, disobedience;
he that advances one foot higher, dies for't.
Run thorow the Regiment upon your duties,
and charge 'em on command: beat back again,
by—I'll tith'em all else.
Reg.
We'll do our best.
Exeunt Drusius and Regulus.
Pen.
Back; cease your bawling Drums there,
I'll beat the Tubs about your brains else. Back:
do I speak with lesse fear then Thunder to ye?
must I stand to beseech ye? home, home: ha?
do ye stare upon me? Are those mindes I moulded,
those honest valiant tempers I was proud
to be a fellow to, those great discretions
made your names fear'd and honour'd, turn'd to wildfires?
O gods, to disobedience? Command, farewel;
and be ye witnesse with me, all things sacred,
I have no share in these mens shames. March, Souldiers,
and seek your own sad ruines; your old Penyus
dares not behold your murders.
Sould.
Captain.
2 Sould.
Captain.
3 Sould.
Dear honour'd Captaine
Pen.
Too too dear lov'd Souldiers,
which made ye weary of me: and heaven yet knows,
though in your mutinies, I dare not hate you;
Take your own wills; 't is fit your long experience
should now know how to rule your selves: I wrong ye,
in wishing ye to save your lives and credits,
to keep your necks whole from the Ax hangs ore ye:
alas, I much dishonour'd ye: go, seek the Britains,
and say ye come to glut their Sacrifices;
but do not say I sent ye. What ye have been,
how excellent in all parts, good, and govern'd,
is onely left of my Command, for story;
what now ye are, for pitie. Fare ye well.
Enter Drusius and Regulus.
Dru.
Oh turn again, great Penyus; see the Souldier
in all points apt for duty.
Reg.
See his sorrow
for his disobedience, which he says was haste,
and haste (he thought) to please you with. See, Captain,
the toughnesse of his courage turn'd to water;
see how his manly heart melts.
Pen.
Go, beat homeward,
there learn to eat your little with obedience,
and henceforth strive to do as I direct ye.
Exeunt Souldiers.
Ma.
My answer, Sir.
Pen.
Tell the great General,
my Companies are no fagots to fill breaches;
my self no man that must, or shall, can carry:
bid him be wise; and where he is, he 's safe then;
and when he findes out possibilities,
he may command me. Commend me to the Captains.
Ma.
All this I shall deliver.
Pen.
Farewel, Macer.
Exit Penyus.
Cur.
Pray gods this breed no mischief.
Reg.
It must needs,
if stout Swetonius win; for then his anger,
besides the Souldiers losse of due, and honour,
will break together on him.
Dru.
He's a brave fellow;
and but a little hide his haughtinesse,
(which is but sometimes neither, on some causes)
he shews the worthiest Romane this day living.
You may, good Curius, to the General
make all things seem the best.
Cur.
I shall endeavour:
pray for our fortunes, Gentlemen. If we fall,
this one farewel serves for a Funeral.
The gods make sharp our swords, and steel our hearts;
we dare, alas, but cannot sight our parts.
Exeunt.
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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Junius, Petillius and a Herald.Petill.
Let him go on: stay, now he talks.
Jun.
Why?
why should I love mine enemie? what is beauty?
of what strange violence, that like the plague,
it works upon our spirits? blind they faign him,
I am sure, I find it so.
Petill.
A dog shall lead ye.
Jun.
His fond affections blinder.
Petill.
Hold ye there still.
Jun.
It takes away my sleep,
Petill.
Alas, poor chicken.
Jun.
my company, content; almost my fashion.
Petill.
Yes, and your weight too, if you follow it.
Jun.
'Tis sure the plague, for no man dare come neer me
without an Antidote: 'tis far worse; Hell.
Petill.
Thou art damn'd without redemption then.
Jun.
The way to 't
strew'd with fair Western smiles, and April blushes,
led by the brightest constellations; eyes,
and sweet proportions, envying heaven: but from thence
no way to guide, no path, no wisdome brings us.
Petill.
Yes, a smart water, Junius.
Jun.
Do I fool?
know all this, and fool still? Do I know further,
that when we have enjoy'd our ends, we lose 'em,
and all our appetites are but as dreams
wee laugh at in our ages.
Petil.
Sweet Philosopher!
Jun.
Do I know on still and yet know nothing? Mercie gods,
why am I thus ridiculous?
Petill.
Motley on thee,
thou art an arrant Asse.
Jun.
Can red and white,
an eye, a nose, a cheek,
Petill.
But one cheek, Junius?
an half-fac'd Mistris?
Jun.
with a little trim,
that wanton fools call Fashion, thus abuse mee?
take me beyond my reason? Why should not I
doat on my horse well trapt, my sword well hatch'd?
they are as handsom things, to mee more usefull,
and possible to rule too. Did I but love,
yet 'twere excusable, my youth would bear it;
but to love there, and that no time can give me,
mine honour dare not ask: shee has been ravish'd
my nature, must not know; she hates our Nation.
Thus to dispose my spirit!
Petill.
Stay a little,
he will declame again.
Jun.
I will not love; I am a man, have reason,
and I will use it: I'll no more tormenting,
nor whining for a wench, there are a thousand,
Petill.
Hold thee there boy.
Jun.
A thousand will intreat me.
Petill.
Ten thousand, Junius.
Jun.
I am young and lustie,
and to my fashion valiant; can please nightly.
Petill.
I'll swear thy back's probatum, for I have known thee
leap at sixteen like a strong Stallion.
Jun.
I will be man again.
Petill.
Now mark the working,
the divell and the spirit tug for't: twenty pound
upon the divels head.
Jun.
I must be wretched.
Petill.
I knew I had won.
Jun.
Nor have I so much power
to shun my fortune.
Petill.
I will hunt thy fortune
with all the shapes imagination breeds,
Musick.
but I will fright thy divell: Stay, he sings now.
Song, by Junius, and Petillius after him in mockage.
Jun.
Must I be thus abus'd?
Petill.
Yes mary must ye.
Let's follow him close: oh, there he is, now read it.
Herald
reads.
It is the Generals command, that all sick,
persons old and unable, retire within the Trenches; hee that
fears his libertie, to leave the Field: Fools, boyes, and lovers
must not come neer the Regiments, for fear of their infections;
especially those Cowards they call Lovers.
Jun.
Hah?
Petill.
Read on.
Herald.
If any common Souldier love an Enemie, hee's
whip'd and made a slave: If any Captain; cast, with losse
of honours, flung out o'th' Army, and made unable ever after
to bear the name of a Souldier.
Jun.
The—consume ye all, Rogues.
Exit Jun.
Petill.
Let this work:
h'as something now to chew upon: he's gone,
come, shake no more.
Her.
Well, Sir, you may command me,
but not to doe the like again for Europe:
I would have given my life for a bent two-pence.
If I ere read to lovers whilst I live again,
or come within their confines—
Petill.
There's your payment,
and keep this private.
Her.
I am school'd for talking.
Exit Herald.
Enter Demetrius.
Petill.
How now, Demetrius, are we drawn?
Dem.
'Tis doing:
Your Company stands fair; but pray ye, where's Junius?
half his command are wanting, with some forty
that Decius leads.
Petill.
Hunting for victuals:
upon my life free-booting Rogues, their stomacks
are like a widows lust, nere satisfied.
Dem.
I wonder how they dare stir, knowing the enemy
Master of all the Countrey.
Petill.
Resolute hungers
know neither fears, nor faiths, they tread on ladders,
ropes, gallowes, and overdoe all dangers.
Dem.
They may be hang'd though.
Petill.
There's their joyfull supper,
and no doubt they are at is.
Dem.
But for heavens sake,
how does young Junius?
Petill.
Drawing on, poor Gentleman.
Dem.
What, to his end?
Petill.
To th'end of all flesh: woman
Dem.
This Love has made him a stout Souldier.
Petill.
O, a great one,
fit to command young goslings; but what news?
Dem.
I think the messenger's come back from Penyus
by this time, let's go know.
Petill.
What will you say now
if he deny to come, and take exceptions
at some half syllable, or sound deliverd
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Dem.
I cannot think he dare.
Petill.
He dare speak treason,
dare say, what no man dares beleeve, dares doe—
but that's all one: I'll lay you my black armour
to twenty crowns, he comes not.
Dem.
Done.
Petill.
You'll pay.
Dem.
I will.
Petill.
Then keep thine old use Penyus,
be stubborn and vain glorious, and I thank thee.
Come let's go pray for six hours: most of us
I fear, will trouble heaven no more: two good blowes
struck home at two Commanders of the Britains,
and my part's done.
Dem.
I do not think of dying.
Petill.
'Tis possible we may live. But Demetrius,
with what strange legs, and arms, and eyes, and noses,
let Carpenters and Copper-smiths consider.
If I can keep my heart whole, and my wind-pipe,
that I may drink yet like a Souldier—
Dem.
Come, let's have better thoughts; mine's on your Armour.
Petil.
Mine's in your purse, Sir: Let's go try the wager.
Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Judas and his four Companions (halters about their necks) Bonduca, her Daughters, Nennius following.Bon.
Come, hang 'm presently.
Nen.
What made your Rogueships
harrying for victuals here? Are we your friends?
or doe you come for Spies? tell me directly,
Would you not willingly be hang'd now? do not ye long for't?
Jud.
What say ye? shall wee hang in this vain? Hang we must,
and 'tis as good to dispatch it merrily,
as pull an arse like dogs to't.
1. Soul.
Any way,
so it be handsome.
3. Soul.
I had as lief 't were toothsom too: but all agree,
and I'll not out Boyes.
4. Soul.
Let's hang plesantly.
Jud.
Then plesantly be it: Captain, the truth is,
we had as lief hang with meat in our mouthes,
as ask your pardon empty.
Bon.
These are brave hungers.
What say you to a leg of Beef now, sirha?
Jud.
Bring me acquainted with it, and I'll tell ye.
Bon.
Torment 'em wenches: I must back; then hang 'em.
Jud.
We humbly thank your Grace.
1 Daugh.
The Rogues laugh at us.
2. Daugh.
Sirha, What think you of a wench now?
Jud.
A wench, Lady?
I do beseech your Ladiship, retire,
I'll tell ye presently, ye see the time's short;
one crash; even to the setling of my conscience.
Nen.
Why, is't no more but up, boyes?
Jud.
Yes, ride too Captain.
Will you but see my seat?
1 Daugh.
Ye shall be set, Sir,
upon a Jade shall shake ye.
Jud.
Sheets, good Madam,
will do it ten times better.
1. Daugh.
Whips, good Souldier,
which ye shall taste before ye hang, to mortifie ye;
'tis pitie ye should die thus desperate.
2. Daugh.
These are the merry Romans, the brave mad caps.
'tis ten to one wee'll cool your resolutions.
Bring out the whips.
Jud.
Would your good Ladyships
would exercise 'em too.
4. Soul.
Surely Ladies,
we'ld shew you a strange patience.
Nen.
Hang 'em, Rascals,
they'l talk thus on the wheel.
Enter Caratach.
Car.
Now what's the matter?
What are these fellows? whats the crime committed,
that they wear necklaces?
Nen.
They are Roman Rogues,
taken a forraging.
Car.
Is that all, Nennius?
Jud.
Would I were fairly hang'd; this is the divell,
the kill-cow Caratach.
Car.
And you would hang 'em.
Nen.
Are they not enemies?
1. Soul.
My breech makes buttons.
1. Daugh.
Are they not our tormentors?
Car.
Tormentors? Flea-traps.
Pluck off your halters, fellows.
Nen.
Take heed, Caratach,
taint not your wisdome.
Car.
Wisdome, Nennius?
why, who shall fight against us, make our honours,
and give a glorious day into our hands,
if we dispatch our foes thus? what's their offence?
stealing a loafe or two to keep out hunger,
a piece of greazie bacon, or a pudding?
do these deserve the gallows? They are hungry,
poor hungry knaves, no meat at home left, starv'd:
Art thou not hungry?
Jud.
Monstrous hungry.
Car.
He looks like hungers self: get 'em some victuals,
and wine to cheer their hearts, quick: Hang up poor pilchers?
2. Soul.
This is the bravest Captain—
Nen.
Caratach,
I'll leave you to your will.
Car.
I'll answer all, Sir.
2. Daugh.
Let's up, and view his entertainment of 'em.
I am glad they are shifted any way, their tongues else
would still have murdred us.
1. Daugh.
Let's up, and see it.
Exeunt.
Enter Hengo.
Car.
Sit down poor knaves: why, where's this wine and victuals?
who waites there?
Suit.
within.
Sir, 'tis coming.
Hen.
Who are these Uncle?
Car.
They are Romans, Boy.
Hen.
Are these they
that vex mine Aunt so? can these fight? they look
like emptie scabbards, all, no mettle in 'em,
like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orchards;
why, I dare fight with these.
Car.
That's my good chicken. And how do ye?
how do you feel your stomacks?
Jud.
Wondrous apt, Sir,
as shall appear when time calls.
Car.
That's wel, down with't,
a little grace will serve your turns: eat softly,
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Jud.
Not yet, Sir,
we're even a little busie.
Hen.
Can that fellow
do any thing but eat? thou fellow.
Jud.
Away Boy,
away, this is no boyes play.
Hen.
By ---, Uncle,
if his valour lie in's teeth, he's the most valiant.
Car.
I am glad to hear ye talk, Sir.
Hen.
Good Uncle tell me,
What's the price of a couple of cramm'd Romans?
Car.
Some twenty Britains boy; these are good soldiers,
Hen.
Do not the cowards eat hard too?
Car.
No more, boy.
Come, I'll sit with you too; sit down by me, boy.
Jud.
Pray bring your dish then.
Car.
Hearty knaves: More meat there.
1. Soul.
That's a good hearing.
Car.
Stay now and pledge me.
Jud.
This little piece Sir.
Car.
By—square eaters,
More meat I say: upon my conscience
the poor Rogues have not eat this month: how terribly
they charge upon their victuals: dare ye fight thus?
Jud.
Beleeve it sir, like devils.
Car.
Wel said famine,
Here's to thy General.
Jud.
Most excellent Captain, I wil now pledge thee.
Car.
And to morrow night, say to him,
His head is mine.
Jud.
I can assure ye Captain,
He wil not give it for this washing.
Car.
Wel said.
Daughters above.
1. Daugh.
Here's a strange entertainment: how the theeves drink.
2. Daug.
Danger is dry, they look'd for colder liquor.
Car.
Fil 'em more wine, give 'em ful bowls; which of you all now
in recompence of this good, dare but give me
a sound knock in the Battell?
Jud.
Delicate Captain,
to doe thee a sufficient recompence,
I'll knock thy brains out.
Car.
Do it.
Hen.
Thou dar'st as well be damn'd: thou knock his brains out,
thou skin of man? Uncle, I will not hear this.
Jud.
Tie up your whelp.
Hen.
Thou kill my Uncle?
Would I had but a sword for thy sake, thou dry'd dog.
Car.
What a mettle
this little vermine caries.
Hen.
Kill mine Uncle?
Car.
He shall not, child.
Hen.
He cannot: he's a Rogue,
an onely eating Rogue: Kill my sweet Uncle?
oh that I were a man.
Jud.
By this wine,
which I will drink to Captain Junius,
who loves the Queens most excellent Majesties little daughter
most sweetly, and most fearfully, I will do it.
Hen.
Uncle, I'll kill him with a great pin.
Car.
No more, Boy.
I'll pledge thy Captain: To ye all, good Fellows.
2. Daugh.
In love with me? that love shall cost your lives all:
Come Sister, and advise me; I have here
a way to make an easie conquest of 'em,
if fortune favour me.
Car.
Let's see ye sweat
to morrow, blood and spirit, Boyes, this wine
turn'd to sterne valour.
1. Soul.
Heark ye Judas,
if he should hang us after all this.
Jud.
Let him:
I'll hang like a Gentleman, and a Roman.
Car.
Take away there,
they have enough.
Jud.
Captain, wee thank you heartily
for your good cheer, and if we meet to morrow,
one of us payes for't.
Car.
Get 'em guides, their wine
Enters 2d Daughter and a Servant.
has over master'd 'em.
2. Daugh.
That hungry fellow
with the red beard there, give it him, and this,
to see it well deliverd.
Car.
Farewell, knaves;
speak nobly of us, keep your words to morrow,
Enter a Guide.
and doe something worthy your meat. Go, guide 'em,
and see 'em fairly onward.
Jud.
Meaning me, Sir?
Serv.
The same.
The youngest daughter to the Queen intreats ye
to give this privately to Captain Junius,
this for your pains.
Jud.
I rest her humble servant.
Commend me to thy Lady. Keep your files, boyes.
Serv.
I must instruct ye farther.
Jud.
Keep your files there.
Order, sweet friends: faces about now.
Guide.
Here Sir,
here lies your way.
Jud.
'Blesse the founders, I say.
Fairly, good souldiers, fairly march now: close, boyes.
Exeunt.
Scæna quarta.
Enter Swetonius, Petillius, Demetrius, Decius, Macer.Swet.
Bid me be wise, and keep me where I am,
and so be safe: not come, because commanded;
Was it not thus?
Ma.
It was, Sir.
Petill.
What now think ye?
Swet.
Must come, so hainous to him, so distastefull?
Petill.
Give me my money.
Dem.
I confesse 'tis due Sir,
and presently I'll pay it.
Swet.
His obedience
so blind at his yeers and experience,
it cannot find where to be tendred?
Ma.
Sir,
the Regiment was willing, and advanc'd too,
the Captains at all points steel'd up; their preparations
full of resolve, and confidence; Youth and fire,
like the fair breaking of a glorious day,
guilded their Falanx: when the angrie Penyus
stept like a stormy cloud 'twixt them and hopes.
Swet.
And stopt their resolutions?
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True: his reason
to them was ods, and ods so infinite,
discretion durst not look upon.
Swet.
Well Penyus,
I cannot think thee coward yet; and treacherous
I dare not think: thou hast lopt a limb off from me,
and let it be thy glory, thou wast stubborn,
thy wisdome, that thou leftst thy Generall naked:
Yet ere the Sun set, I shall make thee see,
all valour dwels not in thee; all command
in one experience. Thou wilt too late repent this,
and wish, I must come up, had been thy blessing.
Petill.
Let's force him.
Swet.
No, by no means; he's a torrent
we cannot easily stemme.
Petill.
I think, a Traitor.
Swet.
No il words: let his own shame first revile him.
That wine I have, see it (Demetrius)
distributed amongst the souldiers,
to make 'em high and lustie: when that's done,
Petillius, give the word through, that the Eagles
may presently advance: no man discover,
upon his life, the enemies full strength,
but make it of no value: Decius,
are your starv'd people yet come home?
Dec.
I hope so.
Swet.
Keep 'em in more obedience: This is no time
to chide, I could be angry else, and say more to ye:
But come, let's order all: whose sword is sharpest,
and valour equall to his sword this day,
shall be my saint.
Petill.
We shall be holy all then.
Exeunt.
Enter Judas and his company.
Jud.
Captain, Captain, I have brought 'em off again;
the drunkenest slaves.
Dec.
—confound your Rogueships;
I'll call the Generall, and have ye hang'd all.
Jud.
Pray who will you command then?
Dec.
For you, sirha,
that are the ring-leader to these devises,
whose maw is never cramm'd, I'll have an engine.
Jud.
A wench, sweet Captain.
Dec.
Sweet Judas, even the Forks.
where ye shall have two Lictors with two whips
hammer your hide.
Jud.
Captain, good words, fair words,
sweet words, good Captain; if you like not us,
farewell, we have imployment.
Dec.
Where hast thou been?
Jud.
There where you dare not be with all your valour.
Dec.
Where's that?
Jud.
With the best good-fellow living.
1 Soul.
The king of all good-fellows.
Dec.
Who's that?
Jud.
Caratach.
Shake now, and say, wee have done something worthie,
mark me; with Caratach: By this—Caratach:
Do you asmuch now and you dare: sweet Caratach.
Yet talk of a good fellow, of true drinking;
wel, go thy waies, old Caratach: besides the drink Captain,
the bravest running banquet of black puddings,
peeces of glorious beef.
Dec.
How scapt ye hanging?
Jud.
Hanging's a dogs death: we are Gentlemen,
and I say still, Old Caratach.
Dec.
Belike then,
you are turn'd Rebels all.
Jud.
We are Roman boyes all,
and boyes of mettle: I must doe that Captain,
this day, this very day.
Dec.
Away, ye Rascal.
Jud.
Fair words, I say again.
Dec.
What must you doe, Sir?
Jud.
I must do that my heart-strings yern to do:
but my word's past.
Dec.
What is it?
Jud.
Why, kill Caratach.
that's all he ask'd us for our entertainment.
Dec.
More then you'll pay.
Iud.
Would I had sold my self
unto the skin, I had not promis'd it:
for such another Caratach.
Dec.
Come Fool,
have ye done your Country service?
Iud.
I have brought that
to Captain Iunius.
Dec.
How?
Iud.
I think will doe all:
I cannot tell, I think so.
Deo.
How? to Iunius?
I'll more enquire of this: You'll fight now?
Iud.
Promise:
take heed of promise, Captain.
Dec.
Away, and rank then.
Iud.
But heark ye Captain, there is wine distributing,
I would fain know what share I have.
Dec.
Be gone,
ye have too much.
Iud.
Captain, no wine, no fighting,
there's one call'd Caratach, that has wine.
Dec.
Well Sir,
if you'll be rul'd now, and doe well.
Iud.
Doe excellent.
Dec.
Ye shall have wine, or any thing: goe file;
I'll see ye have your share: drag out your dormise,
and stow 'em somwhere, where they may sleep handsomly,
they'l hear a hunt's up shortly.
Iud.
Now I love thee:
but no more Forks nor Whips.
Dec.
Deserve 'em not then:
up with your men, I'll meet ye presently;
and get 'em sober quickly.
Iud.
Arm, arm, Bullyes;
all's right again and straight; and which is more,
more wine, more wine: Awake ye men of Memphis,
be sober and discreet, we have much to do boyes.
Exeunt.
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