_Car._ That's well, down wi'th't, A little grace will serve your turns: eat softly, You'll choak ye knaves else: give 'em Wine. _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 boys 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 Sol._ 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._ Believe it, Sir, like devils. _Car._ Well said famine, Here's to thy General. _Jud._ Most excellent Captain, I will now pledg thee. _Car._ And to morrow night say to him, His Head is mine. _Jud._ I can assure ye Captain, He will not give it for this washing. _Car._ Well said. [_Daughters above._ _1 Daugh._ Here's a strange entertainment: how the thieves drink. _2 Da[u]gh._ Danger is dry, they look'd for colder liquor. _Car._ Fill 'em more wine, give 'em full bowls; which of you all now In recompence of this good, dare but give me A sound knock in the battel? _Jud._ Delicate Captain, To do 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 m[y] Uncle? Would I had but a sword for thy sake, thou dry'd dog. _Car._ What a mettle This little vermin carries. _Heng._ Kill mine Uncle? _Car._ He shall not, child. _Hen._ He cannot: he's a Rogue, An only 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. _Heng._ 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, Boys, this Wine Turn'd to stern valour.