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ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Nennius, Soldiers with Macer, and other Soldiers with Halters about their Necks.
Nenn.
COme, hang 'em presently. What made your Rogueships
Harrying for Victuals here? Are we your Friends?
Or do you come for Spies? Tell me directly,
Wou'd you not willingly be hang'd now?
D'ye not long for't?
Mac.
No, not much: I'll ask my Fellow Skeletons
How they approve of it. What say you?
Shall we hang in this vein? Hang we must;
And 'tis as good to dispatch it merrily,
As hang an Arse to't.
1 Sold.
Any way, so it be handsome.
Mac.
I'd as leave 'twere toothsom too.
Sold.
Nay faith, since we must hang,
Let's hang pleasantly.
Mac.
Then pleasantly be it, Captain. The Truth on't is,
We had as live hang with Meat in our Mouths,
As ask your Pardon empty.
Nenn.
What say you to a Chine of Beef now, Sirrah?
Mac.
Bring me acquainted with it, and i'll tell you.
Nenn.
Or what think you of a Wench, Sirrah?
Mac.
'Twou'd be excellent if she were well boil'd,
Or Roasted; but I am somewhat too low kept
To make use of her any way but with my Teeth. Enter Caratach.
Car.
Now what's the matter?
What are these Fellows? What's the Crime committed,
That they wear Necklaces?
Nenn.
They are Roman Rogues, taken a Foraging.
Car.
Is that all, Nennius?
Mac.
Wou'd I were fairly hang'd! This is that Devil,
That Kill-crow Caratach.
Car.
And wou'd you hang 'em?
Nenn.
Are they not our Enemies?
Car.
〈…〉〈…〉ies! Flea-traps.
Pl••••k off your Halters, Fellows.
Nenn.
Take heed, Caratach: Taint not your Wisdom.
Car.
Wisdom, Nennius?
Why, who shall fight against us? make our Honours,