_Pen._ My honour got thorow fire, thorow stubborn breaches Thorow Batte[l]s that have been as hard to win as heaven, Thorow death himself, in all his horrid trims, Is gone for ever, ever, ever, Gentlemen, And now I am left to scornfu[l] tales and laughters, To hootings at, pointing with fingers, That's he, That's the brave Gentleman forsook the battel, The most wise _Penyus_, the disputing coward. O my good sword, break from my side, and kill me; Cut out the coward from my heart.
_Pen._ He lyes that says so: by ---- he lyes, lyes basely, Baser than I have done. Come, soldiers, seek me, I have robb'd ye of your virtues: Justice, seek me, I have broke my fair obedience, lost: shame take me, Take me, and swallow me, make ballads of me; Shame, endless shame: and pray do you forsake me.
_Pen._ Good Gentlemen forsake me: You were not wont to be commanded. Friends, pray do it, And do not fear; for as I am a coward I will not hurt my self: when that mind takes me, I'll call to you, and ask your help. I dare not.
_Petill._ Good morrow, Gentlemen; where's the Tribune?
_Petill._ With good counsel, _Drusus_, And love, to comfort him.
_Dru._ Good _Regulus_ Step to the Soldier, and allay his anger; For he is wild as winter.
_Petill._ O, are ye there? have at ye. Sure he's dead, It cannot be he dare out-live this fortune: He must die, 'tis most necessary; men expect it; And thought of life in him, goes beyond coward. Forsake the field so basely? fie upon't: So poorly to betray his worth; so coldly To cut all credit from the soldier? sure If this man mean to live, as I should think it Beyond belief, he must retire where never The name of _Rome_, the voice of Arms, or Honour Was known or heard of yet: he's certain dead, Or strongly means it; he's no Soldier else, No _Roman_ in him; all he has done, but outside, Fought either drunk or desperate. Now he rises. How does Lord _Penyus_?
_Petill._ I am glad on't; Continue so still. The Lord General, The valiant General, great _Swetonius_--
_Pen._ No more of me is spoken; my name's perish'd.
_Petill._ He that commanded fortune and the day By his own valour and discretion, When, as some say, _Penyus_ refused to come, But I believe 'em not, sent me to see ye.