_1 Sold._ Hark 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, we thank you heartily For your good cheer, and if we meet to morrow, One of us pays for't. _Car._ Get 'em guides, their Wine Has over-master'd 'em. _Enter second Daughter, and a Servant._ _2 Daugh._ That hungry fellow With the red beard there, give it him, and this, To see it well delivered. _Car._ Farewel knaves; Speak nobly of us, keep your words to morrow. _Enter a Guide._ And do 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, boys. _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._ 'Bless the Founders, I say, Fairly, good soldiers, fairly march now: close, boys. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Quarta._ _Enter_ Swetonius, Petillius, Demetris, 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. _Pet._ What now think ye? _Swet. Must come_, so hainous to him, so distasteful? _Pet._ Give me my money. _Dem._ I confess 'tis due, Sir, And presently I'll pay it. _Swet._ His obedience. So blind at his years 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 _Phalanx_: when the angry _Penyus_ Stept like a stormy cloud 'twixt them and hopes. _Swet._ And stopt their resolutions? _Ma._ 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 wisdom, that thou leftst thy General naked: Yet e'r 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 wis[h], 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.