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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