Pet. I will do anything,
Redeem myself at any price: Good Junius,
Let me but die upon the rock, but offer
My life up like a soldier!

Jun. You will seek then
To outdo every man.

Pet. Believe it, Junius,
You shall go stroke by stroke with me.

Jun. You’ll leave off too,
As you are noble, and a soldier,
For ever these mad fancies?

Pet. Dare you trust me?
By all that’s good and honest—

Jun. There’s your sword then;
And now, come on a new man: Virtue guide thee!

[Exeunt.

Enter Caratach and Hengo, on the rock.

Car. Courage, my boy! I have found meat: Look, Hengo,
Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee,
Has hung a little food and drink: Cheer up, boy;
Do not forsake me now!

Hengo. Oh, 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.

Car. Thou shalt, long I hope.

Hengo. But my head, uncle!
Methinks the rock goes round.

Enter Macer and Judas below, and stand apart.

Macer. Mark’em well, Judas.

Judas. Peace, as you love your life!

Hengo. Do not you hear
The noise of bells!

Car. 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.

Car. Oh, my poor chicken!

Hengo. Fy, faint-hearted uncle!
Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down.

Car. 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!

Car. I will, and all my care hang o’er thee! Come, child,
My valiant child!

[Lets Hengo down by his belt.

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—