Judas. Retire again, and watch then. How he stares!
He has eyes would kill a dragon. Mark the boy
well;
If we could take or kill him—A pox on ye,
How fierce ye look! See, how he broods the boy!
The devil
dwells in’s scabbard. Back, I say!
Apace, apace! he has found us.
[They retire.
Car. Do ye hunt us?
Hengo. Uncle, good uncle, see! the thin starved rascal,
The eating Roman, see where he thrids the
thickets:
Kill him, dear uncle, kill him! one good blow
To knock his brains into his breech; strike’s head
off
That I may piss in’s face.
Car. Do ye make us foxes?—
Here, hold my charging-staff, and keep the place, boy!
I am at bay, and like
a bull I’ll bear me.—
Stand, stand, ye rogues, ye squirrels!
[Exit.
Hengo. Now he pays ’em;
Oh, that I had a man’s strength!
Enter Judas.
Judas. Here’s the boy;
Mine own, I thank my fortune.
Hengo. Uncle, uncle!
Famine is fallen upon me, uncle.
Judas. Come, sir,
Yield willingly (your uncle’s out of hearing),
I’ll tickle your young tail else.
Hengo. I defy thee,
Thou mock-made man of mat! Charge home, sirrah!
Hang thee, base slave, thou
shakest.
Judas. Upon my conscience,
The boy will beat me! how it looks, how bravely,
How confident the worm is!
a scabb’d boy
To handle me thus!—Yield, or I cut thy head off.
Hengo. Thou darest not cut my finger; here ’tis, touch it.
Judas. The boy speaks sword and buckler! Pr’ythee yield, boy;
Come, here’s an apple, yield.
Hengo. By Heaven, he fears me!
I’ll give you sharper language:—When, ye coward,
When come ye up?
Judas. If he should beat me—
Hengo. When, sir?
I long to kill thee! Come, thou canst not ’scape me;
I have twenty ways to charge
thee, twenty deaths
Attend my bloody staff.
Judas. Sure ’tis the devil,
A dwarf devil in a doublet!
Hengo. I have killed
A captain, sirrah, a brave captain, and when I have done,
I have kicked him thus.
Look here; see how I charge
This staff!
[Kicks and beats him with the truncheon of Caratach.
Judas. Most certain this boy will cut my throat yet.
Enter two Soldiers running.
1 Sold. Flee, flee! he kills us.