_Caratach_--No ill men, That live by violence and strong oppression, Come thither: 'tis for those the gods love, good men. _Hengo_--Why, then, I care not when I go, for surely I am persuaded they love me: I never Blasphemed 'em, uncle, nor transgressed my parents; I always said my prayers. _Caratach_--Thou shalt go, then; Indeed thou shalt. _Hengo_--When they please. _Caratach_--That's my good boy! Art thou not weary, Hengo? _Hengo_--Weary, uncle! I have heard you say you have marched all day in armor. _Caratach_--I have, boy. _Hengo_--Am not I your kinsman? _Caratach_--Yes. _Hengo_--And am not I as fully allied unto you In those brave things as blood? _Caratach_--Thou art too tender. _Hengo_--To go upon my legs? they were made to bear me. I can play twenty miles a day; I see no reason But, to preserve my country and myself, I should march forty. _Caratach_--What wouldst thou be, living To wear a man's strength! _Hengo_--Why, a Caratach, A Roman-hater, a scourge sent from Heaven To whip these proud thieves from our kingdom. Hark! [_Drum within._] * * * * * [_They are on a rock in the rear of a wood._] _Caratach_--Courage, my boy! I have found meat: look, Hengo, Look where some blessèd Briton, 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. _Caratach_--Thou shalt, long, I hope. _Hengo_--But my head, uncle! Methinks the rock goes round. [_Enter Macer and Judas, and remain at the side of the stage._] _Macer_--Mark 'em well, Judas. _Judas_--Peace, as you love your life. _Hengo_--Do not you hear The noise of bells? _Caratach_--Of bells, boy! 'tis thy fancy; Alas, thy body's full of wind! _Hengo_--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. _Caratach_--O my poor chicken! _Hengo_--Fie, faint-hearted uncle! Come, tie me in your belt and let me down. _Caratach_--I'll go myself, boy. _Hengo_--No, as you love me, uncle: I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it; The danger only I desire: pray, tie me. _Caratach_--I will, and all my care hang o'er thee! Come, child, My valiant child! _Hengo_--Let me down apace, uncle, And you shall see how like a daw I'll whip it From all their policies; for 'tis most certain A Roman train: and you must hold me sure, too; You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it, uncle, We'll be as merry-- _Caratach_--Go, i' the name of Heaven, boy!