_Jun._ By ---- but I will, Sir: I'll have no man dangerous Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have gotten Honor enough, let young men rise now. Nay, I do perceive too by the General, (which is One main cause ye shall die) howe'r he carry it, Such a strong doting on ye, that I fear, You shall command in chief: how are we paid then? Come, if you will pray, dispatch it. _Petill._ Is there no way? _Jun._ Not any way to live. _Petill._ I will do any thing, Redeem my self at any price: good _Junius_, Let me but die upon the Rock, but offer My life up like a Soldier. _Jun._ You will seek then To out-doe every man. _Petill._ Believe it _Junius_, You shall goe stroke by stroke with me. _Jun._ You'll leave off too, As you are noble, and a soldier, For ever these mad fancies. _Petill._ Dare ye trust me? By all that's good and honest. _Jun._ There's your sword then, And now come on a new man: Virtue guide thee. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Caratach, _and_ Hengo _on the Rock_. _Car._ Courage my Boy, I have found meat: look _Hengo_, Look where some blessed _Britain_, to preserve thee, Has hung a little food and drink: cheer up Boy, Do not forsake me now. _Hengo._ O Uncle. Uncle, I feel I cannot stay long: yet I'll fetch it, To keep your noble life: Uncle, I am heart-whole, And would live. _Car._ Thou shalt, long I hope. _Hen._ But my head, Uncle: Methinks the Rock goes round. _Enter_ Macer _and_ Judas. _Ma._ Mark 'em well, _Judas_. _Jud._ Peace, as you love your life. _Hen._ Do not you hear The noise of Bels? _Car._ Of Bels Boy? 'tis thy fancie, Alas, thy bodies full of wind. _Hen._ Methinks, Sir, They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation To some near funeral of State: nay, weep not, Mine own sweet Uncle, you will kill me sooner. _Car._ Oh my poor chicken. _Hen._ Fie, faint-hearted Uncle: Come, tie me in your Belt, and let me down. _Car._ I'll go my self Boy. _Hengo._ No, as ye love me, Uncle; I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it; The danger only I desire: pray tie me. _Car._ I will, and all my care hang o'r thee: come child, My valiant child. _Hen._ Let me down apace, Uncle, And ye shall see how like a Daw I'll whip it From all their policies: for 'tis most certain A _Roman_ train: and ye must hold me sure too, You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it Uncle, We'll be as merry-- _Car._ Go i'th' name of heaven, Boy. _Hen._ Quick, quick, Uncle, I have it. Oh. [Judas _shoots_ Hengo. _Car._ What ail'st thou? _Hen._ O my best Uncle, I am slain. _Car._ I see ye, and heaven direct my hand: destruction