Car. Yes, my sweet boy.

Hengo. Mine aunt too, and my cousins?

Car. All, my good child.

Hengo. No Romans, uncle?

Car. No, boy.

Hengo. I should be loth to meet them there.

[Aside.

Car. 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.

Car. Thou shalt go then,
Indeed thou shalt.

Hengo. When they please.

Car. That’s my good boy!
Art thou not weary, Hengo?

Hengo. Weary, uncle?
I have heard you say you have march’d all day in armour.

Car. I have, boy.

Hengo. Am not I your kinsman?

Car. Yes.

Hengo. And am not I as fully allied unto you
In those brave things as blood?

Car. Thou art too tender.

Hengo. To go upon my legs? they were made to bear me.
I can play twenty mile a-day; I see no reason,
But to preserve my country and myself,
I should march forty.

Car. 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,
Hark, uncle, hark! I hear a drum.

[Drum.

Enter Judas and his Soldiers, and stand on one side of the stage.

Judas. Beat softly,
Softly, I say: they are here. Who dare charge?

I Sold. He
That dares be knock’d o’ th’ head: I’ll not come near him.