Heng. And boldly.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Penyus, Drusus, and Regulus.
Reg. The soldier shall not grieve ye.
Pen. Pray ye forsake me;
Look not upon me, as ye love your Honors;
I am so cold a coward, my infection
Will choke your virtues like a damp else.
Reg. Most honour'd Sir.
Pen. Most hated, most abhor'd;
Say so, and then ye know me, nay, ye please me.
O my dear credit, my dear credit.
Reg. Sure
His mind is dangerous.
Dru. The good gods cure it.