2 Pren. Hum—hang’d! I’ll e’en home again.
1 Pren. And I too, I do not like this hanging.
2 Pren. A Man looks but scurvily with his Neck awry.
3 Pren. Ay, ay, we’ll home.
Capt. Why, now you shew what precious Men you are—the King wou’d be finely hop’d up with such Rascals, that for fear of a little hanging would desert his Cause; a Pox upon you all, I here discharge ye—
—Take back your Coward Hands and give me Hearts. [Flings ’em a Scroll.
I scorn to fight with such mean-spirited Rogues;
I did but try your boasted Courages.
Lov. Brave Boy.
Lov. and Free. We’ll die with thee, Captain—
All. Oh, noble Captain, we recant—