_Heng._ I have kill'd a Captain, sirha, a brave Captain, And when I have done, I have kickt him thus. Look here, See how I charge this staff. _Jud._ Most certain This boy will cut my throat yet. _Enter two Soldiers running._ _1. Sold._ Flee, flee, he kills us. _2. Sould._ He comes, he comes. _Jud._ The devil take the hindmost. _Heng._ Run, run, ye Rogues, ye precious Rogues, ye rank Rogues. A comes, a comes, a comes, a comes: that's he, boys. What a brave cry they make! _Enter_ Caratach _with a head._ _Car._ How does my chicken? _Heng._ 'Faith, uncle, grown a Soldier, a great Soldier; For by the virtue of your charging-staff, And a strange fighting face I put upon't, I have out-brav'd hunger. _Car._ That's my boy, my sweet boy. Here, here's a _Roman's_ head for thee. _Heng._ Good provision. Before I starve, my sweet-fac'd Gentleman, I'll trie your favour. _Car._ A right compleat Soldier. Come, chicken, let's go seek some place of strength (The Countrey's full of Scouts) to rest a while in, Thou wilt not else be able to endure The journey to my Countrey, fruits, and water, Must be your food a while, boy. _Heng._ Any thing: I can eat moss, I can live on anger, To vex these _Romans_. Let's be wary, Uncle. _Car._ I warrant thee; come chearfully. _Heng._ And boldly. _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Penyus, Drusus, _and_ Regulus. _Reg._ The soldier shall not grieve ye. _Pen._ Pray ye forsake me; Look not upon me, as ye love your Honors; I am so cold a coward, my infection Will choke your virtues like a damp else. _Dru._ Dear Captain. _Reg._ Most honour'd Sir. _Pen._ Most hated, most abhor'd; Say so, and then ye know me, nay, ye please me. O my dear credit, my dear credit. _Reg._ Sure His mind is dangerous. _Dru._ The good gods cure it. _Pen._ My honour got thorow fire, thorow stubborn breaches Thorow Batte[l]s that have been as hard to win as heaven, Thorow death himself, in all his horrid trims, Is gone for ever, ever, ever, Gentlemen, And now I am left to scornfu[l] tales and laughters, To hootings at, pointing with fingers, That's he, That's the brave Gentleman forsook the battel, The most wise _Penyus_, the disputing coward. O my good sword, break from my side, and kill me; Cut out the coward from my heart. _Reg._ Ye are none. _Pen._ He lyes that says so: by ---- he lyes, lyes basely, Baser than I have done. Come, soldiers, seek me, I have robb'd ye of your virtues: Justice, seek me, I have broke my fair obedience, lost: shame take me, Take me, and swallow me, make ballads of me; Shame, endless shame: and pray do you forsake me. _Dru._ What shall we do?