Jun. There's your sword then,
And now come on a new man: Virtue guide thee. [Exeunt.
Enter Caratach, and Hengo on the Rock.
Car. Courage my Boy, I have found meat: look Hengo,
Look where some blessed Britain, to preserve thee,
Has hung a little food and drink: cheer up Boy,
Do not forsake me now.
Hengo. O Uncle. Uncle,
I feel I cannot stay long: yet I'll fetch it,
To keep your noble life: Uncle, I am heart-whole,
And would live.
Car. Thou shalt, long I hope.
Hen. But my head, Uncle:
Methinks the Rock goes round.
Enter Macer and Judas.
Jud. Peace, as you love your life.
Hen. Do not you hear
The noise of Bels?