Caratach—I have, boy.
Hengo—Am not I your kinsman?
Caratach—Yes.
Hengo—And
am not I as fully allied unto you
In those brave things
as blood?
Caratach—Thou art too tender.
Hengo—To go upon my legs? they were made to bear me. I can play twenty miles a day; I see no reason But, to preserve my country and myself, I should march forty.
Caratach—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!
[Drum within.]
* * * * *
[They are on a rock in the rear of a wood.]
Caratach—Courage, my boy! I have found meat: look, Hengo, Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, Has hung a little food and drink: cheer up, boy; Do not forsake me now.
Hengo—O uncle, uncle, I feel I cannot stay long! yet I’ll fetch it, To keep your noble life. Uncle, I am heart-whole, And would live.
Caratach—Thou shalt, long, I hope.
Hengo—But
my head, uncle!
Methinks the rock goes
round.
[Enter 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!