Jun. Now, Captain.
Petill. You have oft told me, you have lov'd me, Junius.
Jun. Most sure I told you truth then.
Petill. And that love
Should not deny me any honest thing.
Jun. It shall not.
Petill. Dare ye swear it?
I have forgot all passages between us
That have been ill, forgiven too, forgot you.
Jun. What would this man have? By —— I do, Sir,
So it be fit to grant ye.
Petll. 'Tis most honest.
Jun. Why, then I'll do it.
Petill. Kill me.