Jun. I observed him,
And found him taken, infinitely taken,
With her bravery; I have followed him,
And seen him kiss his sword since, court his scabbard,
Call dying dainty dear, her brave mind mistress;
Casting a thousand ways to give those forms,
That he might lie with ’em, and get old armours.
He had got me o’ the hip once; it shall go hard, friends.
But he shall find his own coin.

Enter Macer.

Dec. How now, Macer?
Is Judas yet come in?

Enter Judas.

Macer. Yes, and has lost
Most of his men too. Here he is.

Cur. What news?

Judas. I have lodged him; rouse him, he that dares!

Dem. Where, Judas?

Judas. On a steep rock i’ th’ woods, the boy too with him;
And there he swears he’ll keep his Christmas, gentlemen,
But he will come away with full conditions,
Bravely, and like a Briton. He paid part of us;
Yet I think we fought bravely: For mine own part,
I was four several times at half-sword with him,
Twice stood his partizan; but the plain truth is,
He’s a mere devil, and no man. I’ th’ end, he swinged us,
And swinged us soundly too: He fights by witchcraft;
Yet for all that I saw him lodged.

Jun. Take more men,
And scout him round. Macer, march you along.
What victuals has he?

Judas. Not a piece of biscuit,
Not so much as will stop a tooth, nor water
More than they make themselves: They lie
Just like a brace of bear-whelps, close, and crafty,
Sucking their fingers for their food.

Dec. Cut off then
All hope of that way; take sufficient forces.

Jun. But use no foul play, on your lives! that man
That does him mischief by deceit, I’ll kill him.

Macer. He shall have fair play; he deserves it.

Judas. Hark ye!
What should I do there then? You are brave captains,
Most valiant men: Go up yourselves; use virtue;
See what will come on’t; pray the gentleman
To come down, and be taken. Ye all know him,
I think ye have felt him too: There ye shall find him,
His sword by his side, plums of a pound weight by him,
Will make your chops ache: You’ll find it a more labour
To win him living, than climbing of a crow’s nest.

Dec. Away, and compass him; we shall come up,
I am sure, within these two hours. Watch him close.

Macer. He shall flee through the air, if he escape us.

Jun. What’s this loud lamentation?

[A sad noise within.

Macer. The dead body
Of the great Penius is new come to th’ camp, sir.

Dem. Dead?

Macer. By himself, they say.

Jun. I fear’d that fortune.