_Jud._ On a steep rock i'th' woods, the boy too with him, And there he swears he will keep his _Christmas_ Gentlemen, But he will come away with full conditions, Bravely, and like a _Britain_: he paid part of us. Yet I think we fought bravely: for mine own part, I was four several times at half sword with him, Twice stood his partizan: but the plain truth is, He's a meer devil, and no man; i'th' end he swing'd us, And swing'd us soundly too, he fights by Witchcraft: Yet for all that I see him lodg'd. _Jun._ Take more men, And scout him round. _Macer_, march you along. What victuals has he? _Jud._ Not a piece of Bisket, Not so much as will stop a tooth; nor Water, More than they make themselves: they lie Just like a brace of Bear-whelps, close, and crafty, Sucking their fingers for their food. _Dec._ Cut off then All hope of that way: take sufficie[n]t forces. _Jun._ But use no foul play, on your lives: that man That does him mischief by deceit, I'll kill him. _Macer._ He shall have fair play, he deserves it. _Jud._ Hark ye. What should I do there then? you are brave Captains, Most valiant men; go up your selves; use virtue, See what will come on't: pray the Gentleman To come down, and be taken. Ye all know him, I think ye have felt him too: there ye shall find him, His sword by his side, plums of a pound weight by him Will make your chops ake: you'll find it a more labour To win him living, than climbing of a Crows-nest. _Dec._ Away, and compass him; we shall come up I am sure within these two hours. Watch him close. _Macer._ He shall flee thorow the air, if he escape us. [_A sad noise within._ _Jun._ What's this loud lamentation? _Mac._ The dead body Of the great _Penyus_ is new come to the Camp, Sir. _Dem._ Dead! _Macer._ By himself, they say. _Jun._ I fear'd that fortune. _Cur._ Peace guide him up to heaven. _Jun._ Away good _Macer_. [_Exeunt_ Macer _and_ Judas. _Enter_ Swetonius, Drusus, Regulus, Petillius. _Swet._ If thou be'st guilty, Some sullen plague thou hat'st most light upon thee: The Regiment return on _Junius_, He well deserves it. _Petill._ So. _Swet._ Draw out three Companies, Yours _Decius_, _Junius_, and thou _Petillius_, And make up instantly to _Caratach_, He's in the Wood before ye; we shall follow After due ceremony done to the dead, The noble dead: Come: let's go burn the Body. [_Exeunt_ all but _Petillius_.