Your chest to show your medals, why not use
Your vine-rod on those boys!
The Centurion.
Boys! Show me boys
To use my vine-rod on and I will use
My vine-rod on those boys! [They look about for the Boys who, needless to say, have profited by this dispute to vanish.]
The Boys.
[Appear on a height, and shout.]
Sanctuary! Sanctuary! Come, catch us, an you dare! [Again they disappear as the three make a feint of pursuing them.]
The Centurion.