Heng. I should be loath to meet them there.
Car. No ill men,
That live by violence, and strong oppression,
Come thither: 'tis for those the gods love, good men.
Heng. Why, then I care not when I go; for surely
I am perswaded they love me: I never
Blasphem'd 'em, Uncle, nor transgrest my parents;
I always said my Prayers.
Car. Thou shalt go then,
Indeed thou shalt.
Heng. When they please.
Car. That's my good boy.
Art thou not weary, Hengo?
Heng. Weary, Uncle?
I have heard you say you have march'd all day in Armour.
Car. I have, boy.
Heng. Am not I your Kinsman?
Car. Yes.