Car. Yes, my sweet boy.
Hengo. Mine aunt too, and my cousins?
Car. All, my good child.
Hengo. No Romans, uncle?
Car. No, boy.
Hengo. I should be loth to meet them there.
[Aside.
Car. No ill men,
That live by violence, and strong oppression,
Come thither; ’tis for those the gods love,
good men.
Hengo. Why, then, I care not when I go, for surely
I am persuaded they love me: I never
Blasphemed ’em,
uncle, nor transgressed my parents;
I always said my prayers.
Car. Thou shalt go then,
Indeed thou shalt.
Hengo. When they please.
Car. That’s my good boy!
Art thou not weary, Hengo?
Hengo. Weary, uncle?
I have heard you say you have march’d all day in armour.
Car. I have, boy.
Hengo. Am not I your kinsman?
Car. Yes.
Hengo. And am not I as fully allied unto you
In those brave things as blood?
Car. Thou art too tender.
Hengo. To go upon my legs? they were made to bear me.
I can play twenty mile a-day; I see no reason,
But
to preserve my country and myself,
I should march forty.
Car. What wouldst thou be, living
To wear a man’s strength!
Hengo. Why, a Caratach,
A Roman-hater, a scourge sent from Heaven
To whip these proud thieves from
our kingdom. Hark,
Hark, uncle, hark! I hear a drum.
[Drum.
Enter Judas and his Soldiers, and stand on one side of the stage.
Judas. Beat softly,
Softly, I say: they are here. Who dare charge?
I Sold. He
That dares be knock’d o’ th’ head: I’ll not come near him.