_2. Daugh._ A trick Sir, that we us'd, A certain policy conducted 'em Unto our snare: we have done ye no small service; These us'd as we intend, we are for th' battel, _Car._ As you intend? taken by treachery? _1. Daugh._ Is't not allow'd? _Car._ Those that should gild our Conquest, Make up a Battel worthy of our winning, Catch'd up by craft? _2. Daugh._ By any means that's lawfu[l]. _Car._ A womans wisdom in our triumphs? out, Out ye sluts, ye follies; from our swords Filch our revenges basely? arm again, Gentlemen: Soldiers, I charge ye help 'em. _2. Daugh._ By ---- Uncle, We will have vengeance for our rapes. _Car._ By ---- You should have kept your legs close then: dispatch there. _1. Daug._ I will not off thus. _Car._ He that stirs to execute, Or she, though it be your selves, by him that got me, Shall quickly feel mine anger: one great day given us, Not to be snatch'd out of our hands but basely; And we must shame the gods from whence we have it, With setting snares for Soldiers? I'll run away first, Be hooted at, and children call me coward, Before I set up scales for Victories: Give 'em their swords. _2 Daugh._ O gods. _Car._ Bear off the women Unto their Mother. _2 Dau._ One shot, gentle Uncle. _Car._ One cut her fiddle-string: Bear 'em off I say. _1 Dau._ The ---- take this fortune. _Car._ Learn to spin, And curse your knotted hemp: go Gentlemen, [_Exeunt Daughters._ Safely go off, up to your Troops: be wiser, There thank me like tall Soldiers: I shall seek ye. [_Exit Caratach._ _Cur._ A noble worth. _Dec._ Well _Junius_. _Jun._ Pray ye no more. _Cur._ He blushes, do not load him. _Dec._ Where's your love now? [_Drums loud again._ _Jun._ Puffe, there it flies: Come, let's redeem our follies. [_Exeunt Junius, Curius, Decius._ _Dru._ Awake, Sir; yet the _Roman_ Bodie's who[l]e, I see 'em clear again. _Pen._ Whole? 'tis not possible: _Drusus_ they must be lost. _Dru._ By ---- they are whole, Sir, And in brave doing; see, they wheel about To gain more ground.