Car. Go, i’ th’ name of Heaven, boy!

Hengo. Quick, quick, uncle! I have it.—Oh!

[Judas shoots Hengo.

Car. What ail’st thou? Hengo. Oh, my best uncle, I am slain!

Car. I see you,

[Caratach kills Judas with a stone, and draws up Hengo.

And Heaven direct my hand!—Destruction
Go with thy coward soul!—How dost thou, boy?—
Oh, villain, pocky villain!

Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle,
Oh, how it pricks me (am I preserved for this?)
Extremely pricks me!

Car. Coward, rascal coward!
Dogs eat thy flesh!

Hengo. Oh, I bleed hard; I faint too; out upon’t
How sick I am!—The lean rogue, uncle!

Car. Look, boy;
I have laid him sure enough.

Hengo. Have you knock’d his brains out?

Car. I warrant thee for stirring more: Cheer up, child.

Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, wretched fortune,
Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle.

Car. Heaven look upon this noble child!

Hengo. I once hoped
I should have lived to have met these bloody Romans
At my sword’s point, to have revenged my father,
To have beaten’em. Oh, hold me hard! But, uncle—

Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it?

Hengo. You draw away my soul then: I would live
A little longer (spare me, Heavens!) but only
To thank you for your tender love! Good uncle,
Good noble uncle, weep not!

Car. Oh, my chicken,
My dear boy, what shall I lose?

Hengo. Why, a child,
That must have died however; had this ’scaped me,
Fever or famine—I was born to die, sir.

Car. But this unblown, my boy?

Hengo. I go the straighter
My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you
When you come, uncle?

Car. Yes, boy.

Hengo. And I hope
We shall enjoy together that great blessedness
You told me of.

Car. Most certain, child.

Hengo. I grow cold;
Mine eyes are going.

Car. Lift ’em up!