Tich. Then you shook your sword, I warrant!
Bren. No, bless me, I shook my feet.
Tich. Man, you didn't run?
Bren. No, I flew. I wore Mercury's feathers, I tell you.
Tich. Shame, Brentio! A coward's leg will never overtake Fame.
Bren. Ay, but when a man must leap the grave to catch her, let take her who will! I'm done. Have you been through the castle?
Tich. No.
Bren. Come then. There are sights to be seen. Mostly in the cellars, where every soldier gets a bottle for his song.
[Sings]
Who will not be merry then let him go drown,