[_Drum softly within; then enter_ [_Soldiers with Drum and Colours._ _Pen._ What am I grown a shadow? Harke, 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 ti'th'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 less fear than Thunder to ye? Must I stand to besee[c]h ye? home, home: ha? Do ye stare upon me? Are those minds I moulded, Those honest valiant tempers I was proud To be a fellow to, those great discretions Made your names fear'd and honor'd, turn'd to wild-fires? O gods, to disobedience? Command, farewel: And be ye witness with me, all things sacred, I have no share in these mens shames. March, Soldiers, And seek your own sad ruines; your old _Penyus_ Dares not behold your murders. _Sold._ Captain. _2 Sold._ Captain. _3 Sold._ Dear honour'd Captain. _Pen._ Too too dear lov'd Soldiers, Which made ye weary of me: and Heaven yet knows, Though in your mutinies, I dare not hate you; Take your own Wills; 'tis 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 o'r 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 only 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 Soldier 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 toughness 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_ Soldiers. _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 finds 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.