Heng. Uncle, good Uncle see, the thin starv'd 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.
Heng. Now he pays 'em:
O that I had a mans strength.
Enter Judas, &c.
Jud. Here's the boy;
Mine own, I thank my Fortune.
Heng. Uncle, uncle;
Famine is faln upon me, uncle.
Jud. Come, Sir,
Yield willingly, your Uncle's out of hearing,
I'll ticle your young tail else.
Heng. I defie thee,
Thou mock-made man of mat: charge home, sirha:
Hang thee, base slave, thou shak'st.
Jud. 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.
Heng. Thou dar'st not cut my finger: here't is, touch it.