_Swet._ No ill words: let his own shame first revile him. That Wine I have, see it (_Demetrius_) Distributed amongst the soldiers, To make 'em high and lusty: 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 o[r]der all: whose sword is sharpest, And valour equal 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 drunkennest slaves. _Dec._ ---- Confound your Rogueships; I'll call the General, and have ye hang'd all. _Jud._ Pray who will you command then? _Dec._ For you, sirrah, 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 Sold._ The king of all good fellows. _Dec._ Who's that? _Jud. Caratach._ Shake now, and say, We have done something worthy, Mark me; with _Caratach_: By this ---- _Caratach_: Do you as much now and you dare: sweet _Caratach_. Ye talk of a good fellow, of true drinking; Well, go thy waies old _Caratach_: besides the drink Captain, The bravest running Banquet of black puddings, Pieces of glorious beef. _Dec._ How scap'd ye hanging? _Jud._ Hanging's a dog's death, we are Gentlemen, And I say still, old _Caratach_. _Dec._ Belike then, You are turn'd Rebels all. _Jud._ We are _Roman_ boys all, And boys of mettle: I must do that Captain, This day, this very day. _Dec._ Away, ye Rascal. _Jud._ Fair words, I say again. _Dec._ What must you do, 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 than you'll pay. _Jud._ 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 Countrey service? _Jud._ I have brought that To Captain _Junius._ _Dec._ How? _Jud._ I think will do all: I cannot tell, I think so.