_Petill._ The Regiment given from me; disgrac'd openly; In love too with a trifle to abuse me? A merry world, a fine world: serv'd seven years To be an ass o' both sides, sweet _Petillius_, You have brought your hogs to a fine market; you are wise, Sir, Your honourable brain-pan full of crotchets, An understanding Gentleman; your projects Cast with assurance ever: wouldst not thou now Be bang'd about the pate, _Petillius_ Answer to that sweet soldier; surely, surely, I think ye would; pull'd by the nose, kick'd; hang thee, Thou art the arrant'st Rascal: trust thy wisdom With any thing of weight; the wind with feathers. Out ye blind puppie; you command? you govern? Dig for a groat a day, or serve a Swine-herd; Too noble for thy nature too. I must up; But what I shall do there, let time discover. [_Exit._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Macer _and_ Judas, _with meat and a bottle_. _Mac._ Hang it o'th' side o'th' rock, as though the _Britains_ Stole hither to relieve him; who first ventures To fetch it off, is ours. I cannot see him. _Jud._ He lies close in a hole above, I know it, Gnawing upon his anger: ha? no, 'tis not he. _Macer._ 'Tis but the shaking of the boughs. _Jud._ ---- Shake 'em, I am sure they shake me soundly. There. _Macer._ 'Tis nothing. _Jud._ Make no noise if he stir, a deadly tempest Of huge stones fall upon us: 'tis done: away close. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Caratach. _Car._ Sleep still, sleep sweetly child, 'tis all thou feedst on. No gentle _Britain_ near; no valiant charity To bring thee food? poor knave, thou art sick extreme sick, Almost grown wild for meat; and yet thy goodness Will not confess, nor shew it. All the woods Are double lin'd with soldiers; no way left us To make a noble scape: I'll sit down by thee, And when thou wak'st, either get meat to save thee, Or lose my life i'th' purchase, Good gods comfort thee. _Enter_ Junius, Decius, Petillius, Guide. _Guide._ Ye are not far off now, Sir. _Jun._ Draw the Companies The closest way thorow the woods; we'll keep on this way. _Guide._ I will Sir: half a furlong more you'll come Within the sight o'th' Rock; keep on the left side, You'll be discover'd else: I'll lodge your Companies In the wild Vines beyond ye. _Dec._ Do ye mark him? _Jun._ Yes, and am sorry for him. _Petill. Junius_, Pray let me speak two words with you. _Jun._ Walk afore, I'll overtake ye straight. _Dec._ I will. [_Exit._ _Jun._ Now, Captain. _Petill._ You have oft told me, you have lov'd me, _Junius_. _Jun._ Most sure I told you truth then. _Petill._ And that love Should not deny me any honest thing. _Jun._ It shall not.