Dec. Cut off then
All hope of that way: take sufficie[n]t forces.
Jun. But use no foul play, on your lives: that man
That does him mischief by deceit, I'll kill him.
Macer. He shall have fair play, he deserves it.
Jud. Hark ye.
What should I do there then? you are brave Captains,
Most valiant men; go up your selves; use virtue,
See what will come on't: pray the Gentleman
To come down, and be taken. Ye all know him,
I think ye have felt him too: there ye shall find him,
His sword by his side, plums of a pound weight by him
Will make your chops ake: you'll find it a more labour
To win him living, than climbing of a Crows-nest.
Dec. Away, and compass him; we shall come up
I am sure within these two hours. Watch him close.
Macer. He shall flee thorow the air, if he escape us.
[A sad noise within.
Jun. What's this loud lamentation?
Mac. The dead body
Of the great Penyus is new come to the Camp, Sir.
Dem. Dead!