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nter Macer and Judas, and remain at the side of the stage._] _Macer_--Mark 'em well, Judas. _Judas_--Peace, as you love your life. _Hengo_--Do not you hear The noise of bells? _Caratach_--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. _Caratach_--O my poor chicken! _Hengo_--Fie, faint-hearted uncle! Come, tie me in your belt and let me down. _Caratach_--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. _Caratach_--I will, and all my care hang o'er thee! Come, child, My valiant child! _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-- _Caratach_--Go, i' the name of Heaven, boy! [_Lets Hengo down by his belt._] _Hengo_--Quick, quick, uncle! I have it. [_Judas shoots Hengo with an arrow_.] Oh! _Caratach_--What ail'st thou? _Hengo_--Oh, my best uncle, I am slain! _Caratach [to Judas]_--I see you, And Heaven direct my hand! destruction Go with thy coward soul! [_Kills Judas with a stone, and then draws up Hengo. Exit Macer._] How dost thou, boy?-- O villain, pocky villain! _Hengo_--Oh, uncle, uncle, Oh, how it pricks me!--am I preserved for this?-- Extremely pricks me! _Caratach_--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! _Caratach_--Look, boy; I have laid him sure enough. _Hengo_--Have you knocked his brains out? _Caratach_--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. _Caratach_--Heaven look upon this noble child! _Hengo_--I once hoped I should have lived to have met these bloody Romans At my sword's po
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