_Heng._ Weary, Uncle? I have heard you say you have march'd all day in Armour. _Car._ I have, boy. _Heng._ Am not I your Kinsman? _Car._ Yes. _Heng._ And am not I as fully allyed unto you In those brave things, as blood? _Car._ Thou art too tender. _Heng._ To go upon my legs? they were made to bear me. I can play twenty mile a day, I see no reason But to preserve my Countrey and my self, I should march forty. _Car._ What, wouldst thou be Living to wear a mans strength? _Heng._ Why a _Caratach_, A _Roman_-hater, a scourge sent from Heaven [_Drum._ To whip these proud theeves from our Kingdom. Heark, Heark, Uncle, heark, I hear a Drum. _Enter_ Judas _and his people to the door_. _Jud._ Beat softly, Softly, I say; they are here: who dare charge? _1. Sold._ He That dares be knockt o'th' head: I'll not come near him. _Jud._ Retire again, and watch then. How he stares! H'as eyes would kill a dragon: mark the boy well; If we could take or kill him. A ---- on ye, How fierce ye look! see how he broods the boy; The devil dwels in's scabbard. Back, I say, Apace, apace, h'as found us. [_They retire._ _Car._ Do ye hunt us? _Heng._ Uncle, good Uncle see, the thin starv'd Rascal, The eating _Roman_, see where he thrids the thickets: Kill him, dear Uncle, kill him; one good blow To knock his brains into his breech; strike's head off, That I may piss in's face. _Car._ Do ye make us Foxes? Here, hold my charging staff, and keep the place boy. I'am at bay, and like a bull I'll bear me. Stand, stand, ye Rogues, ye Squirrels. [_Exit._ _Heng._ Now he pays 'em: O that I had a mans strength. _Enter_ Judas, _&c._ _Jud._ Here's the boy; Mine own, I thank my Fortune. _Heng._ Uncle, uncle; Famine is faln upon me, uncle. _Jud._ Come, Sir, Yield willingly, your Uncle's out of hearing, I'll ticle your young tail else. _Heng._ I defie thee, Thou mock-made man of mat: charge home, sirha: Hang thee, base slave, thou shak'st. _Jud._ Upon my conscience The boy will beat me: how it looks, how bravely, How confident the worm is: a scabb'd boy To handle me thus? yield or I cut thy head off. _Heng._ Thou dar'st not cut my finger: here't is, touch it. _Jud._ The boy speaks sword and buckler, Prethee yield, boy: Come, here's an apple, yield. _Heng._ By ---- he fears me. I'll give you sharper language: When, ye coward, When come ye up? _Jud._ If he should beat me-- _Heng._ When, Sir? I long to kill thee; come, thou can'st not scape me. I have twenty ways to charge thee; twenty deaths Attend my bloody staff. _Jud._ Sure 'tis the devil, A dwarf, devil in a doublet.