Bon. Caratach,
As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done;
And Hengo to thy charge I here deliver:
The Romans shall have worthy Wars.
Car. They shall.
And, little Sir, when your young bones grow stiffer,
And when I see ye able in a morning
To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast,
I'll tye ye to a sword.
Heng. And what then Uncle?
Car. Then ye must kill, Sir, the next valiant Romane that calls ye knave.
Hen. And must I kill but one?
Car. An hundred, boy, I hope.
Hen. I hope five hundred.
Car. That's a noble boy. Come, worthy Lady,
Let's to our several charges, and henceforth
Allow an enemy both weight and worth. [Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Junius and Petillius, two Roman Captains.