Judas. Not yet, sir;
We are even a little busy.

Hengo. Can that fellow
Do anything but eat?—Thou fellow!

Judas. Away, boy;
Away; this is no boy’s play.

Hengo. By Heaven, uncle,
If his valour lie in’s teeth, he’s the most valiant.

Car. I am glad to hear you talk, sir.

Hengo. Good uncle, tell me,
What’s the price of a couple of cramm’d Romans?

Car. Some twenty Britons, boy; these are good soldiers.

Hengo. Do not the cowards eat hard too?

Car. No more, boy.—
Come, I’ll sit with you too.—Sit down by me, boy.

Judas. Pray bring your dish then.

Car. Hearty knaves!—More meat there.

1 Sold. That’s a good hearing.

Car. Stay now, and pledge me.

Judas. This little piece, sir.

Car. By Heaven, square eaters!—
More meat, I say!—Upon my conscience,
The poor rogues have not eat this month! how terribly
They charge upon their victuals!—Dare ye fight thus?

Judas. Believe it, sir, like devils.

Car. Well said, Famine!
Here’s to thy general.

[Drinks.

Judas. Most excellent captain,
I will now pledge thee.

Car. And to-morrow night, say to him,
His head is mine.

Judas. I can assure you, captain,
He will not give it for this washing.

Car. Well said.

Enter the Daughters on the Platform.

1 Daugh. Here’s a strange entertainment: How the thieves drink!

2 Daugh. Danger is dry; they look’d for colder liquor.

Car. Fill ’em more wine; give ’em full bowls.—Which of you all now,
In recompence of this good, dare but give me
A sound knock in the battle?

Judas. Delicate captain,
To do thee a sufficient recompense,
I’ll knock thy brains out.

Car. Do it.