Part 12 (1/2)

_Sur._ I'll do it, Why what should we do living after you, Sir?

We'll dye before if ye please.

_Mem._ No, no.

_Sur._ Living? hang living.

Is there ne'r a Cat hole where I may creep through?

Would I were in the _Indies_. [_Aside._

_Mem._ Swear then, and after my death presently To kill your selves and follow, as ye are honest, As ye have faiths, and loves to me.

_Dem._ We'll do it.

_Eum._ Pray do not stir yet, we are near enough To run between all dangers.

_Mem._ Here I am, Sir; Come, look upon me, view the best way boldly, Fear nothing, but cut home; if your hand shake, Sirrah, Or any way deface my heart i'th' cutting, Make the least scratch upon it; but draw it whole, Excellent fair, shewing at all points, Surgeon, The Honour and the Valour of the Owner, Mixt with the most immaculate love I send it, Look to't, I'll slice thee to the Soul.

_Sur._ Ne'r fear, Sir, I'll do it daintily; would I were out once.

_Mem._ I will not have ye smile, Sirrah, when ye do it, As though ye cut a Ladies Corn; 'tis scurvy: Do me it as thou dost thy Prayers, seriously.

_Sur._ I'll do it in a dump, Sir.

_Mem._ In a Dog, Sir, I'll have no dumps, nor dumplins; fetch your tools, And then I'll tell ye more.

_Sur._ If I return To hear more, I'll be hang'd for't.

_Mem._ Quick, quick.

_Dem._ Yes Sir, With all the heels we have. [_Exeunt_ Surgeon, Demagoras.

_Eumen._ Yet stand.

_Pol._ He'l do it.

_Eum._ He cannot, and we here.

_Mem._ Why when ye Rascals, Ye dull Slaves: will ye come, Sir? Surgeon, syringe, Dog-leach, shall I come fetch ye?

_Pol._ Now I'll to him.

G.o.d save ye honour'd Brother.

_Mem._ My dear _Polydore_, Welcome from travel, welcome; and how do ye?

_Pol._ Well Sir, would you were so.

_Mem._ I am, I thank ye.

You are a better'd man much, I the same still, An old rude Souldier, Sir.

_Pol._ Pray be plain, Brother, And tell me but the meaning of this Vision, For to me it appears no more; so far From common Course and Reason.

_Mem._ Thank thee, Fortune, At length I have found the man: the man must do it, The man in honour bound.