Jun. By no means. Wooed thy worth,
Held thee by the chin up, as thou sunk'st, and shew'd thee
How Honor held her arms out: Come, make ready,
Since ye will die an ass.
Petill. Thou wilt not kill me?
Jun. By —— but I will, Sir: I'll have no man dangerous
Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have gotten
Honor enough, let young men rise now. Nay,
I do perceive too by the General, (which is
One main cause ye shall die) howe'r he carry it,
Such a strong doting on ye, that I fear,
You shall command in chief: how are we paid then?
Come, if you will pray, dispatch it.
Petill. Is there no way?
Jun. Not any way to live.
Petill. I will do any thing,
Redeem my self at any price: good Junius,
Let me but die upon the Rock, but offer
My life up like a Soldier.
Jun. You will seek then
To out-doe every man.
Petill. Believe it Junius,
You shall goe stroke by stroke with me.
Jun. You'll leave off too,
As you are noble, and a soldier,
For ever these mad fancies.
Petill. Dare ye trust me?
By all that's good and honest.