Hub. By this chaste clasping of our hands I sweare.
Bellina. We then thus hand in hand will fight a battaile
Worth all the pitch-fields, all the bloody banquets,
The slaughter and the massacre of Christians,
Of whom such heapes so quickly never fell.
Brave onset! be thy end not terrible.
Hub. This kindled fire burne in us, till as deaths slaves Our bodies pay their tributes to their graves.
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Enter Clowne and two Pagans.
Clown. Come, fellow Pagans; death meanes to fare well to-day, for he is like to have rost-meate to his supper, two principal dishes; many a knight keepes a worse Table: first, a brave Generall Carbonadoed[165], then a fat Bishop broyl'd, whose Rochet[166] comes in fryed for the second course, according to the old saying, A plumpe greazie Prelate fries a fagot daintily.
1 Pag. Oh! the Generall Bellizarius for my money; hee has a fiery Spirit, too; hee will roast soakingly within and without.
Clown. Methinks Christians make the bravest Bonefires of any people in the Universe; as a Jew burnes pretty well, but if you marke him he burnes upward; the fire takes him by the Nose first.
2 Pag. I know some Vintners then are Jewes