Dec. More than you’ll pay.

Judas. ’Would I had sold myself
Unto the skin I had not promised it!
For such another Caratach—

Dec. Come, fool,
Have you done your country service?

Judas. I have brought that
To captain Junius—

Dec. How?

Judas. I think will do all;
I cannot tell; I think so.

Dec. How! to Junius?
I’ll more inquire of this.—You’ll fight now?

Judas. Promise,
Take heed of promise, captain!

Dec. Away, and rank then.

Judas. But, hark you, captain; there is wine distributing;
I would fain know what share I have.

Dec. Be gone;
You have too much.

Judas. Captain, no wine, no fighting:
There’s one called Caratach that has wine.

Dec. Well, sir,
If you’ll be ruled now, and do well—

Judas. Do excellent.

Dec. You shall have wine, or anything. Go file;
I’ll see you have your share. Drag out your dormice,
And stow ’em somewhere, where they may sleep handsomely;
They’ll hear a hunts-up shortly.

Judas. Now I love thee;
But no more forks nor whips!

Dec. Deserve ’em not then.
Up with your men; I’ll meet you presently;
And get ’em sober quickly.

[Exit.

Judas. Arm, arm, bullies!
All’s right again and straight; and which is more,
More wine, more wine. Awake, ye men of Memphis,
Be sober and discreet; we have much to do, boys.

[Exeunt.


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