_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 Soldier. _Petill._ O, a great one, Fit to command young Goslings: but what news? _Dem._ I think the messengers 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 deliver'd With an ill accent, or some stile left out? _Dem._ I cannot think he dare. _Petill._ He dare speak treason, Dare say, what no man dares believe, dares do--But that's a[l]l one: I'll lay you my black armor 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 blows 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 Soldier-- _Dem._ Come, let's [have] better thoughts; mine's on your Armour. _Petill._ 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 'em presently. _Nen._ What made your Rogueships Harrying for victuals here? Are we your friends; Or do 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 we hang in this vain? Hang we must And 'tis as good to dispatch it merrily, As pull an arse like dogs to't. _1 Sold._ Any way, So it be handsome. _3 Sold._ I had as lief 'twere toothsome too: but all agree, And I'll not out Boys. _4 Sold._ Let's hang pleasantly. _Jud._ Then pleasantly be it: Captain, the truth is, We had as lief hang with meat in our mouths, As ask your pardon empty. _Bon._ These are brave hungers. What say you to a leg of Beef now, sirrah? _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._ Sirrah, What think you of a wench now? _Jud._ A wench, Lady? I do beseech your Ladyship, retire. I'll tell ye presently, ye see the time's short; One crash; even to the setling of my conscience.