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The
Widdow Ranter

Or,
The History of
Bacon in Virginia.

A
Tragicomedy,
Acted by their Majesties Servants.

Written by Mrs A. Behn.

London,Printed for James Knapton at the
Crown in St. Paul’s Church-Yard. 16901690.

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To the much Honoured
Madam Welldon.

Madam,

Knowing Mrs. Behn in her Life-time design’d to Dedicate some of
of her Works to you, you ha ehave a Naturall Title, and claim to this
and I could not wi houtwithout being unjust to her Memory, but fix your name to
it, who ha ehave not only a Wit above that, of most of your Sex; but a goodness
and Affability Extreamly Charming, and Engaging beyond Measure,
and perhaps there are few to be found like you, that are so Eminent for
Hospitallity, and a Ready and Generous Assistance to the distress’d and Indigent,
which are Quallities that carry much more of Divinity with them,
then a Puritanicall outward Zeal for Virtue and Religion.

Our Author, Madam, who was so true a Judge of Wit, was (no doubt
of it) satisfyed in the Patroness she had pitcht upon: If ever she had occasion
for a Wit and Sense like yours ’tis now, to Defend this (one of the
last of her Works) from the Malice of her Enemies, and the ill Nature
of the Critticks, who have had Ingratitude enough not to Consider the Obligations
they had to her when Living; but to do those Gentlemen Justice,
’tis not (altogether) to be Imputed to their Critticism, that the Play had
not that Success which it deserv’d, and was expected by her Friends; The
main fault ought to lye on those who had the management of it. Had our
Authour been alive she would have Committed it to the Flames rather than
have suffer’d it to have been Acted with such Omissions as was made, and
on which the Foundation of the Play Depended: For Example, they thought
fit to leave out a Whole Scene of the Virginian Court of Judicature,
which was a lively resemblance of that Country-Justice; and on which depended
a great part of the Plot, and wherein were many unusuall and very
Naturall J stsJests which would at least have made some sort of People Laugh:
In another Part of the Play is Omitted the appearance of the Ghost of the
Indian King, Kill’d by Bacon ,and tho’ the like may have been Represented
in other Plays, yet I never heard or found but that the sight was very
agreeable to an Audience, and very Awfull: bes idesbesides the Apparition
of the Ghost was necessary, for it was that which struck a Terror A2 in a2v
in the Queen, and fright’ned her from heark’ning to the Love of Bacon, believing
it a horrid thing to receive the Caresses and Embraces of her Husbands
Murderer: And Lastly, many of the Parts being false Cast, and
given to those whose Tallants and Genius’s suited not our Authors Intention:
These, Madam, are some of the Reasons that this Play was unsuccessfull,
and the best Play that ever was writ must prove so: if it have the
Fate to be Murder’d like this.

However, Madam, I can’t but believe you will find an hours diversion
in the reading, and will meet with not only Wit, but true Comedy, (tho’
low,) by reason many of the Characters are such only as our Newgate
afforded, being Criminals Transported.

This Play, Madam, being left in my hands by the Author to Introduce
to the Publick, I thought my self oblig’d to say thus much in its defence,
and that it was also a Duty upon me to choose a Patroness proper
for it, and the Author having pitcht upon your name to do Honour to some
of her Works, I thought your Protection, could be so usefull to none, as to
this, whose owning it may Silence the Malice of its Enemies; Your Wit
and Judgment being to be Submitted to in all Cases; Besides your Natural
Tenderness and Compassion for the Unfortunate, gives you in a manner
another Title to it: The preference which is due to you upon so many
Accounts is therefore the Reason of this present Address, for at the worst,
if this Play should be so Unfortunate as not to be thought worthy of your
Acceptance; Yet it is certain, that its worth any Man’s while to have the
Honour of subscribing himself,

Madam,
Your Most Obedient Humble
Servant,


G.J.

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Dramatis Personæ

Mr. Bowman. Indian King called Cavarnio.

Mr. Williams. Bacon ――Generall of the English.

Mr. Freeman. Colonel Wellman deputy Governor

Mr. Harris. Colonel Downright a Loyall Honest Count.

Mr. Alexander. Hazard

Mr. Powell. Friendly

Two Friends known to one an–
other many years in England.

Mr. Sanford.Dareing

Mr. Cudworth. Fearless.

Lieutenant Generals to Bacon

Mr. Bright. Dullman.A Captain.

Mr. Underhill. Timerous Cornet.

Mr. Trefuse Whimsey

Mr. Bowen. Whiff.

Mr. Barns. Boozer

Justices of the Peace,
and very great Cowards.

Brag.A Captain,

Grubb. One Complain’d on by Capt. Whiff for calling his Wife
Whore

Mr. Blunt A Petitioner against Brag

Mr. Baker. Parson Dunce formerly a Farrier fled from Eng–
land
, And Chaplain to the Governour.

Clerk

Boy.

Mrs.Bracegirdle, Indian Queen call’d Semernia,belov’d
by Bacon.

Mrs. Knight. Madam Surelove: belov’d by Hazard.

Mrs. Jordon. Mrs. Crisante. Daughter to Col. Down.

Mrs. Currer. Wid. Ranter in Love with Dareing.

Mrs. Cory. Mrs. Flirt.

Mrs. Whimsey.

Mrs. Whiff.

2. Maids.

Priests,

Indians,

Coachman,

Soldiers,

with other Attendants

SCENE Virginia in Bacons Camp.
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Books Newly Printed for James Knapton, at the
Crown, in St Paul’s Church-Yard.

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Prologue,
By Mr. Dryden.

Heav’n save ye Gallants: and this hopefull Age,

Y’are welcome to the downfall of the Stage:

The Fools have labour’d long in their Vocation;

And Vice, (the Manufacture of the Nation)

O’re-stocks the Town so much, and thrives so well,

That Fopps and Knaves grow Druggs and will not sell.

In vain our Wares on Theatres are shown,

When each has a Plantation of his own.

His Cause ne’r fails for whatsoe’re he spends,

There’s still Gods plenty for himself and Friends.

Shou’d Men be rated by Poetick Rules,

Lord what a Pole would there be rais’d from Fools!

Mean time poor Wit prohibited must lye,

As if ’twere made some French Commodity.

Fools you will have, and rais’d at vast expence,

And yet as soon as seen, they give offence.

Time was, when none would cry that Oaf was mee,

But now you strive about your Pedigree:

Bawble and Cap no sooner are thrown down,

But there’s a Muss of more then half the Town.

Each one will challenge a Child’s part at least,

A sign the Family is well increas’d

Of Forreign Cattle! there’s no longer need,

When w’are supply’d so fast with English Breed.

Well! Flourish, Countrymen: drink swear and roar,

Let every free-born Subject keep his Whore;

And wandring in the Wilderness about,

At end of 40 years not wear her out.

But when you see these Pictures let none dare

To own beyond a Limb or single share:

For where the Punk is common! he’s a Sot,

Who needs will Father what the Parish got.

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Epilogue.

Gallants you have so long been absent hence,

That you have almost cool’d your dilligence,

For while we study or revive a Play,

You like good Husbands in the Country stay,

There frugally wear out your Summer Suite,

And in Frize Jerkin after Beagles Toot,

Or in Monntero Caps at field fares shoot,

Nay some are so obdurate in their Sin,

That they swear never to come up again.

But all their charge of Cloathes and treat Retrench,

To Gloves and Stockings for some Country Wench.

Even they who in the Summer had mishaps,

Send up to Town for Physick for their Claps.

The Ladyes too are as resolv’d as they,

And having debts unknown to them, they stay,

And with the gain of Cheese and Poultry pay.

Even in their Visits, they from Banquets fall,

To entertain with Nuts and bottle-Ale.

And in discourse with secresy report

Stale-News that past a Twelve-month since at Court.

Those of them who are most refin’d, and gay,

Now learn the Songs of the last Summers Play:

While the young Daughter does in private Mourn,

Her Loves in Town, and hopes not to return.

These Country grievances too great appear;

But cruell Ladies, we have greater here;

You come not sharp as you were wont to Playes;

But only on the first and second Days:

This made our Poet, in his visits look

What new strange courses, for your time you took.

And to his great regret he found too soon,

Basset and Umbre, spent the afternoon:

So that we cannot hope to see you here

Before the little Net work Purse be clear.

Suppose you should have luck;――

Yet sitting up so late as I am told,

You’l loose in Beauty, what you win in Gold:

And what each Lady of another says,

Will make you new Lampoons, and us new Plays.

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Act I

Scene I.

A Room With severall Tables. Enter Hazard in a Travelling Habit, and a Sea-Boy
Carrying his Port-mantle.

Haz.

What Town’s this Boy?

Boy.

James-Town, Master,

Haz.

Take care my Trunk be brought ashore to Night, and there’s
for your Pains.

Boy.

God bless you Master.

Haz.

What do you call this House?

Boy.

Mrs Flirts, Master, the best House for Commendation in all
Virginia.

Haz.

That’s well, has she any handsome Lady’s Sirrah?

Boy.

Oh! She’s woundly handsome her self Master, and the Kindest
Gentlewoman—look here she comes Master—God bless you Mistriss,
I have brought you a young Gentleman here.

Flirt.

That’s well, honest Jack—Sir, you are most heartily Welcome.

Haz.

Madam, your Servant;

Salutes her.

Flirt.

Please you to walk into a Chamber Sir.

Haz.

By and by, Madam, but I’le repose here a while for the coolness
of the Air.

Flirt.

This is a Publick Room, Sir, but ’tis at your Service.

Haz.

Madam, you oblige me.

Flirt.

A Fine-spoken Person—A Gentleman I’le warrant him, come
Jack, I’le give thee a Cogue of Brandy for old acquaintance.

Exeunt Landlady and Boy. Hazard Pulls out Pen, Ink and Paper, and goes to Write. Enter Friendly.

Friend.

Here Nell, a Tankard of Cool drink quickly.

Nell.

You shall have it, Sr.

Friend.

Hah! Who’s that Stranger? he seems to be a Gentleman.

Haz.

If I should give Credit to mine Eyes, that should be Friendly.

Friend.

Sr, you seem a stranger, may I take the Liberty to present my
Service to you?

Haz.

If I am not mistaken Sr, you are the only Man in the world B whom b1v 2 whom I would soonest Pledge, you’l Credit me if three years Absence
has not made you forget Hazard.

Friend.

Hazard, my FreindFriend! come to my Arms and Heart.

Haz.

This Unexpected Happiness O’re Joys me. Who could have Imagin’d
to have found thee in Virginia? I thought thou hadst been in
Spain with thy Brother.

Friend.

I was so till Ten Months since, when my Uncle Colonell
Frendly
dying here, left me a Considerable Plantation; And faith I find
Diversions not altogether to be despis’d; the God of Love Reigns here,
with as much Power, as in Courts or Popular Cities: but prethee what
Chance, (Fortunate for me) drove thee to this part of the New World?

Haz.

Why (faith) Ill Company, and that Common Vice of the
Town, Gaming, soon run out my Younger Brothers Fortune, for Imagining
like some of the Luckier Gamesters to Improve my Stock at the
Groom-Porters, Ventur’d on and lost all—My Elder Brother an Errant
Jew, had neither Friendship, nor Honour enough to Support me
but at last was mollified by perswasions and the hopes of being for ever
rid of me, sent me hither with a small Cargo to seek my fortune,—

Friend.

And begin the world withall.

Haz.

I thought this a better Venture then to turn Sharping Bully,
Cully in Prentice and Country Squires, with my Pocket full of false dice,
your high and low Flats and Bars, or turn broker to young Heirs;
take up goods to pay ten-fold at the Death of their Fathers, and take
Fees on both sides; or set up all night at the Groom-Porters begging his
Honour to go a Guinnay the better of the lay. No, Friendly, I had rather
starve abroad then live Pitty’d and dispised at home.

Friend.

Thou art in the Right, and art come just in the Nick of time
to make thy Fortune—Wilt thou follow my advice?

Haz.

Thou art too honest to Command any thing any thing that I
shall Refuse.

Friend.

You must know then, there is about a mile from James-Town
a Young Gentlewoman—No master for her Birth, her Breeding’s the
best this world affords, she is Marryed to one of the Richest Merchants
here, he is Old and Sick, and now gone into England for the Recovery
of his Health, where he’l e’en give up the Ghost, he has writ her
word he finds no Amendment, and Resolves to stay another Year,
the Letter I accidently took up and have about me; ’tis easily Counterfeited
and will be of great use to us.

Haz.

Now do I fancy I conceive thee.

Friend.

Well, hear me first, you shall get another Letter writ like
this Character, which shall say, you are his Kinsman, that is come to
Trafick in this Country, and ’tis his will you should be received into
his House as such.

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Haz.

Well, and what will come of this?

Friend.

Why thou art Young and Handsome; She Young and Desiring;
’twere easy to make her Love thee, and if the Old Gentleman
chance to dye, you Guess the rest, you are no Fool.

Haz.

Ay, but if he shou’d return—

Friend.

If—Why if she Love you, that Other will be but a slender
Bar to thy happines; For if thou canst not Marry her, thou mayst lye
with her, (and Gad) a Younger Brother may pick out a Pritty Livelyhood
here that way, as well as in England—Or if this fail, there
thou wilt find a perpetual Visiter the Widdow Ranter, a Woman bought
from the Ship by Old Coll. Ranter, she serv’d him half a year, and then
he Marry’d her, and dying in a year more, left her worth Fifty thousand
Pounds Sterling
, besides Plate and Jewells: She’s a great Gallant,
But assuming the Humour of the Country Gentry, her Extravagancy is
very Pleasant, she retains something of her Primitive Quallity still,
but is good natur’d and Generous.

Haz.

I like all this well.

Friend.

But I have a further End in this matter, you must know there
is in the same House a Young Heiress, one Coll. Downright’s Daughter,
whom I Love, I think not in Vain, her Father indeed has an Implacable
hatred to me, for which Reason I can but seldom Visit her, and in
this Affair I have need of a Friend in that House.

Haz.

Me you’re sure of.

Friend.

And thus you’l have an Opportunity to Mannage both our
Amours: here you will find Occasion to shew your Courage as well as
Express your Love; For at this time the Indians by our ill Management
of Trade, whom we have Armed against Our selves, Very frequently
make War upon us with our own Weapons, Tho’ often coming by the
Worst are forced to make Peace with us again, but so, as upon every
turn they fall to Massacring us whereever we ly exposed to them.

Haz.

I heard the news of this in England, which hastens the new Governours
arrivall here, who brings you fresh Supplys.

Friend.

Would he were landed, we hear he is a Noble Gentleman.

Haz.

He has all the Qualities of a Gallant Man, besides he is Nobly
Born.

Friend.

This Country wants nothing but to be People’d with a wellborn
Race to make it one of the best Collonies in the World, but for
want of a Governour we are Ruled by a Councill, some of which have
been perhaps transported Criminals, who having Acquired great Estates
are now become your Honour, and Right Worshipfull, and Possess
all Places of Authority; there are amongst ’em some honest Gentlemen
who now begin to take upon ’em, and Manage Affairs as they ought to be.

Haz.

Bacon I think was one of the Councill.

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Friend.

Now youyou have named a Man indeed above the Common
Rank, by nature Generous; Brave Resolv’d and Daring, who studying
the Lives of the Romans and great Men, that have raised themselves
to the most Elevated fortunes, fancies it easy for Ambitious men, to aim
at any Pitch of Glory, I’ve heard him often say, Why cannot I Conquer
the Universe as well as Alexander? or like another Romulus form a
new Rome, and make my self Ador’d?

Haz.

Why might he not? great Souls are born in common men
sometimes as well as Princes.

Friend.

This Thirst of Glory cherisht by Sullen Melancholly, I believe
was the first Motive that made him in Love with the young Indian
Queen, fancying no Hero ought to be without his Princess. And this
was the Reason why he so earnestly prest for a Commission, to be made
General against the Indians, which long was promis’d him, but they fearing
his Ambition, still put him off, till the Grievances grew so high, that
the whole Country flockt to him, and beg’d he would redress them,—
he took the opportunity, and Led them forth to fight, and vanquishing
brought the Enemy to fair terms, but now instead of receiving him as a
Conquerour, we treat him as a Traytor.

Haz.

Then it seems all the Crime this brave Fellow has committed,
is serving his Country without Authority.

Friend.

’Tis so, and however I admire the Man, I am resolv’d to be
of the Contrary Party, that I may make an Interest in our new Governour;
Thus stands affairs, so that after you have seen Madam Sure-Love,
I’le present you to the Councill for a Commission.

Haz.

But my Kinsmans Character—

Friend.

He was a Lester-shire younger Brother, came over hither with
a small fortune, which his Industry has increas’d to a thousand pound a
year, and he is now Coll. John Sure-love, and one of the Councill.

Haz.

Enough.

Friend.

About it then, Madam Flirt to direct you.

Haz.

You are full of your Madams here.

Friend.

Oh! ’tis the greatest affront imaginable, to call a woman
Mistris, tho’ but a retale Brandy-munger.—Adieu!—one thing more,
tomorrow is our Country-Court, pray do not fail to be there, for the
rarity of the Entertainment: but I shall see you anon at Sureloves where
I’le Salute thee as my first meeting, and as an old acquaintance in England
—here’s company, farewell.

Exit Friend.
Enter Dullman, Timerous, and Boozer. Hazard sits at a Table and writes.

Dull.

Here Nell—Well Lieutenant Boozer, what are you for?

Enter Nell.

Booz.

I am for Cooling Nants, Major:

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Dull.

Here Nell, a quart of Nants, and some Pipes and smoak.

Tim.

And do ye hear Nell, bid your Mistris come in to Joke a little
with us, for adzoors I was damnable drunk last night, and am better at
the petticoat than the bottle to day.

Dull.

Drunk last night, and sick to day, how comes that about Mr.
Justice? you use to bear your Brandy well enough.

Tim.

Ay your shier-Brandy I’le grant you, but I was Drunk at Coll.
Downrights
with your high Burgundy Claret.

Dull.

A Pox of that Paulter Liquor, your English French wine, I wonder
how the Gentlemen do to drink it.

Tim.

Ay so do I, ’tis for want of a little Virginia Breeding: how much
more like a Gentleman ’tis, to drink as we do, brave Edifying Punch
and Brandy,—but they say the young Noble-men now and Sparks in
England begin to reform, and take it for their mornings Draught, get
Drunk by noon, and despise the Lowsey Juce of the Grape.

Enter Mrs. Flirt.

Dull.

Come Landlady, come, you are so taken up with Parson Dunce,
that your old friends can’t Drink a Dram with you,—what no smutty
Catch now, no Gibe or Joke to make the Punch go down Merrily, and
advance Trading? Nay, they say, Gad forgive ye, you never miss
going to Church when Mr. Dunce Preaches—but here’s to you

drinks.

Flir.

Lords, your Honours are pleas’d to be merry—but my service to
your Honour.

drinks.

Haz.

Honours, who the Devill have we here? some of the wise Councill
at least, I’d sooner took ’em for Hoggerds.

aside.

Flirt.

Say what you please of the Doctor, but I’le swear he’s a fine
Gentleman, he makes the Prettiest Sonnets, ay, and Sings ’em himself
to the rarest Tunes.

Tim.

Nay the man will serve for both Soul and Body, for they say he
was a Farrier in England, but breaking turn’d Life-guard man, and his
Horse dying—he Counterfeited a Deputation from the Bishop, and
came over here a Substantiall Orthodox: but come, where stands the
Cup?—here, my Service to you Major.

Flirt.

Your Hononurs are pleas’d—but me-thinks Doctor Dunce is a
very Edifying Person, and a Gentleman, and I pretend to know a Gentleman,
—For I my self am a Gentlewoman; my Father was a Barronet,
but undone in the late Rebellion—and I am fain to keep on Ordinary
now, Heaven help me.

Tim.

Good lack, why see how Virtue may be bely’d—we heard your
Father was a Taylor, but trusting for old Olivers Funerall, Broke, and so
came hither to hide his head,—but my Service to you; what, you are
never the worse?

Flirt.

Your Honours knows this is a Scandalous place, for they say

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your Honour was but a broken Excise-man, who spent the Kings money
to buy your Wife fine Petticoats, and at last not worth a Groat, you
came over a poor Servant, though now a Justice of Peace, and of the
Honourable Council.

Tim.

Adz zoors, if I knew who ’twas said so, I’d sue him for Scandalum
Magnatum.

Dull.

Hang ’em Scoundrells, hang ’em, they live upon Scandal, and
we are Scandall-Proof,—They say too, that I was a Tinker and runing
the Country, robb’d a Gentlemans House there, was put into Newgate,
got a reprieve after Condemnation, and was Transported hither—
And that you Boozer was a Common Pick-pocket, and being often flogg’d
at the Carts-tale, afterwards turn’d Evidence, and when the times grew
Honest was fain to fly.

Booz.

Ay, Ay, Major, if Scandal would have broke our hearts, we
had not arriv’d to the Honour of being Privy-Councellors—but come
Mrs. Flirt, what never a Song to Entertain usus?

Flirt.

Yes, and a Singer too newly come ashore:

Tim.

Adz zoors, let’s have it then:

Enter Girl, who sings,
they bear the Bo.

Haz.

Here Maid, a Tankard of your Drink;

Flirt.

Quickly Nell, wait upon the Gentleman;

Dull.

Please you Sir to tast of our Liquor—My service to you I
see you are a Stranger and alone, please you to come to our Table.

He rises and comes.

Flirt.

Come Sir, pray sit down here, these are very Honourable Persons
I assure you,—This is Major Dullman, Major of his Excellencies own
Regiment, when he Arrives, this Mr. Timorous, Justice a Peace in Corum.
This Capt. Boozer, all of the Honourable Councill.

Haz.

With your leave, Gentlemen;

sits.

Tim.

My service to you sir;s

drinks.

What have you brought over any Cargo Sir, I’le be your Customer.

Booz.

Ay, and cheat him too, I’le warrant him.aside

Haz.

I was not bred to Merchandizing Sir, nor do intend to follow
the Drudgery of Trading.

Dull.

Men of Fortune seldom travell hither Sir, to see fashions.

Tim.

Why Brother, it may be the Gentleman has a mind to be a Planter,
will youyou hire your self to make a Crop of Tobacco this year?

Haz.

I was not born to work Sir.

Tim.

Not work Sir, zoors your betters have workt Sir, I have workt
my self Sir, both set and stript Tobacco, for all I am of the Honourable
Councill not work quoth a—I suppose Sir you wear your fortune upon
your Back Sir.

Haz.

Is it your Custom here Sir to affront Strangers? I shall expect
satisfaction.

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Tim.

Why does any body here owe you any thing?

Dull.

No, unless he means to be paid for drinking with us—ha, ha, ha.

Haz.

No Sir, I have money to pay for what I drink: here’s my
Club—my Guinia,flings down a Guinia.
I scorn to be oblig’d to such Scoundrells;rises in huff

Tim.

Let him alone, let him alone Brother, how should he learn manners,
he never was in Virginia before.

Dull.

He’s some Covent-Garden Bully;

Tim.

Or some broken Citizen turn’d Factor,

Haz.

Sir you lye, and you’re a Rascall,flings the Brandy in’s face.

Tim.

Adz zoors he has spill’d all the Brandy.

Tim.runs behind the door, Dull. and Booz. strike Hazard.

Haz.

I understand no Cudgel-Play, but wear a sword to right myself.
draws, they run off.

Flirt.

Good heavens, what quarelling in my House?

Haz.

Do the Persons of Quallity in this Country treat strangers thus?

Flirt.

Alas Sir, ’tis a familiar way they have, Sir.

Haz.

I’m glad I known it,—Pray Madam can you inform one how
I may be furnisht with a Horse and a guide to Madam Sure Loves?

Flirt.

A most Accomplisht Lady, and my very good friend you shall
be Immediately— Exeunt.

Scene, II

Enter Wellman, Downright, Dunce, Whimsey, Whiff, and others.

Well.

Come Mr. Dunce, tho’ you are no Councellour, yet your Council
may be good in time of necessity, as now.

Dun.

If I may be worthy advice, I do not look upon our danger to
be so great from the Indians, as from young Bacon, whom the People
have nick-nam’d “Fright-all”.

Whim.

Ay, Ay that same Bacon, I would he were well hang’d, I am afraid
that under pretence of killing all the Indians he means to Murder
us, Ly with our Wives, and hang up our little Children, and make himself
Lord and King.

Whiff.

Brother Whimsey, not so hot, with leave of the Honourable
Board, My Wife is of Opinion, that Bacon came seasonably to our Aid,
and what he has done was for our defence, the Indians came down upon
us, and Ravisht us all, Men, Women, and Children.

Well.

If these Grievances were not redrest we had our reasons for it,
it was not that we were insensible Capt. Whiff of what we suffer’d from
the Insolence of the Indians: But all knew what we must expect from
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as Generall, nor would we be hust out of our Commissions.

Down.

’Tis most certain that Bacon did not demand a Commission out
of a design of serving us, but to satisfy his Ambition and his Love, it
being no secret that he passionately Admires the Indian Queen, and under
the pretext of a War, intends to kill the King her Husband, Establish
himself in her heart, and on all occasions have himself a more formidable
Enemy, than the Indians are.

Whim.

Nay, nay, I ever foresaw he would prove a Villain.

Whiff.

Nay, and he be thereabout, my Nancy shall have no more to do
with him.

Well.

But Gentlemen the People dayly flock to him, so that his Army
is too Considerable for us to oppose by any thing but Policy.

Down.

We are sensible Gentlemen that our Fortunes, our Honours,
and our Lives are at Stake, and therefore you are call’d together, to consult
what’s to be done in this Grand Affair, till our Governour and Forces
arrive from England; The Truce he made with the Indians will be
out to Morrow.

Whiff.

Ay, and then he intends to have another bout with the Indians.
Let’s have Patience I say till he as thrum’d their Jackets, and then to
work with your Politicks as soon as you please.

Down.

Colonel Wellman has answer’d that point good Captain Whiff,
’tis the Event of this Battle we ought to dread, and if won or lost will
be equally fatall for us, either from the Indians or from Bacon

Dunce.

With the Permission of the Honourable Board I think I have
hit upon an Expedient that may prevent this Battle, your Honours shall
write a Letter to Bacon, where you shall acknowledge his Services, invite
him kindly home, and offer him a Commission for General—

Whiff.

Just my Nancys Counsell—Doctor Dunce has spoken like a
Cherubin, he shall have my voice for General, what say you Brother
Whimsey?

Dunce.Whim.

I say, he is a Noble fellow, and fit for a General.

Dun.

But conceive me right Gentlemen, as soon as he shall have render’d
himself, seize him and strike off his Head at the Fort.

Whiff.

Hum! his head—Brother

Whim.

Ay, Ay, Doctor Dunce speaks like a Cherubin.

Well.

Mr Dunce, your Counsell in extremity I confess is not amiss, but
I should be loath to deal dishonourably with any man.

Down.

His Crimes deserve death, his life is forfeited by Law, but shall
never be taken by my consent by Trechery: If by any Strategem we
could take him a-live, and either send him for England to receive there
his Punishment, or keep him Prisoner here till the Governour arrive, I
should agree to’t, but I question his coming in upon our Invitation.

Dun.

Leave that to me —

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Whim.

Come, I’le warrant him, the Rogue’s as stout as Hector, he
fears neither Heaven nor Hell.

Down.

He’s too Brave and Bold to refuse our summons, and I am for
sending him for England and leaving him to the Kings Mercy.

Dun.

In that you’l find more difficulty Sir, to take him off here will be
more quick and sudden: for the people worship him.

Well.

I’le never yield to so ungenerous an expedient. The seizing him
I am content in the Extremity wherein we are, to follow. What say you
Collonel Downright? shall we send him a Letter now while this two days
truce lasts, between him and the Indians?

Down.

I approve it.

All.

And I, and I, and I.

Dun.

If your Honours please to make me the Messenger, I’le use some
arguments of my own to prevail with him.

Well.

You say well Mr Dunce, and we’l dispatch you presently.

Ex. Wellm. Dow.
and all but Whim.
Whiff. & Dunce.

Whiff.

Ah Doctor, if you could but have persuaded
Collonel Wellman & Collonel Downright to have
hang’d him—

Whiff.Whim.

Why Brother Whiff you were for making him a Generall but now.

Whiff.

The Councills of wise States-men Brother Whimsey must change
as causes do, d’ye see.

Dun.

Your Honours are in the right, and whatever those two leading
Councellors say, they would be glad if Bacon were dispacht, but the punctillio
of Honour is such a thing.

Whim.

Honour, a Pox on’t, what is that Honour that keeps such a Bustle
in the world, yet never did good as I heard of.

Dun.

Why ’tis a Foolish word only, taken up by great men, but rarely
practic’d,—but if you would be great men indeed—

Whiff.

If we would Doctor, name, name the way.

Dun.

Why, you command each of you a company—when Bacon comes
from the Camp, as I am sure he will,(and full of this silly thing call’d Honour
will come unguarded too,) lay some of your men in Ambush along
those Ditches by the Sevana about a Mile from the Town, and as he comes
by seize him, and hang him upon the next Tree.

Whiff

Hum—hang him! a rare Plot.

Whim.

Hang him—we’l do’t, we’l do’t Sir, and I doubt not but to be
made Generall for the Action—I’le take it all upon my self.

aside.

Dun.

If you resolve upon this, you must about it instantly—Thus I shall
at once serve my Country, & revenge my self on the Rascall for affronting
my Dignity once at the Councell-Table by calling me Farrier.

Ex. Doctor

Whiff.

Do you know Brother what we are to do?

Whim.

To do, yes, to hang a Generall, Brother, that’s all.

Whiff.

All, but is it Lawfull to hang any Generall?

C Whim. c1v 10

Whim.

Lawfull, yes, that ’tis Lawfull to hang any Generall that fights
against Law.

Whiff.

But in what he has done, he has serv’d the King and our Country,
and preserv’d all our Lives and Fortunes.

Whim.

That’s all one, Brother, if there be but a Quirk in the Law offended
in this Case, tho’ he fought like Alexander, and preserv’d the whole
world from perdition, yet if he did it against Law, ’tis Lawful to hang him;
why what Brother, is it fit that every impudent fellow that pretends to a little
Honour, Loyalty & Courage, should serve his King and Country against
the Law? no, no, Brother, these things are not to be suffer’d in a Civill Government
by Law Establish’d,—wherefore let’s about it—

Exeunt

Scene III.

Surelove’s House. Enter Ranter and her Coachman.

Ran.

Here Jefery, ye Drunken Dog, set your Coach and Horses upup, ’le
not go till the Cool of the Evening, I love to ride in Fresco.

En. a Boy.

Coach.

Yes, after hard drinking—aside it shall be done, Madam.

Ran.

How now Boy, is Madam Surelove at home?

Boy.

Yes Madam.

Ran.

Go tell her I am here, Sirrah.

Boy.

Who are you pray, forsooth?

Ran.

Why you Son of Babbone don’t you know me?

Boy.

No Mada, I came over but in the last Ship.

Ran.

What from Newgate or Bridewell? from shoving the Fumbler, Sirrah,
Lifting or sifting the Cly?

Boy.

I don’t understand this Country-Language forsooth, yet.

Ran.

You Rogue, ’tis what we transport from England first—go ye Dog,
go tell your Lady, the Widow Ranter is come to dine with her—I hope I
shall not find that Rogue Dareing here, sniveling after Ex. Boy.
Mrs. Chrisante: if I do, by the Lord, I’le lay him thick, pox on him why
should I love the Dog, unless it be a Judgment upon me. Enter Sure-love and Chrisante.
—My dear J well how do’st do?—as for you Gentlewoman you are my
Rivall, & I am in rancour against you till you have renounc’d my Dareing.

Chris.

All the Interest I have in him Madam, I resign to you.

Ran.

Ay—but your house lying so near the Camp, gives me Mortal fears—
but prethee how thrives thy Amour with honest Friendly?

Chris.

As well as an Amour can, that is absolutely forbid by a Father
on one side, and pursu’d by a good resolution on the other.

Ran.

Hay Gad, I’le warrant for Friendlys resolution, what, tho’ his Fortune
be not answerable to yours, we are bound to help one another, —here
Boy-some Pipes and a Bowle of Punch, you know my humour Madam, I
must Smoke and Drink in a Morning, or I am Maukish all day.

Sure. c2r 11

Sure.

But will you drink Punch in a Morning?

Ran.

Punch, ’tis my Mornings draught, my Table-drink, my Treat, my
Regalio, my every thing, ah my dear Surelove, if thou woud’st but refresh
& Chear thy heart with Punch in a morning, thou
wou’dst not look thus Clowdy all the Day.

Enter Pipes and a Great
Bowl, she falls to smoaking

Sur.

I have reason Madam to be Melancholy, I have receiv’d a Letter
from my Husband, who gives me an account that he is worse in England
than when he was here, so that I fear I shall see him no more, the Doctors
can do no good on him.

Ran.

A yvery good hearing. I wonder what the Devill thou hast done with
him so long? an old fusty weather-beaten Skelleton, as dri’d as Stock-fish,
and much of the Hue,—come, come, here’s to the next, may he be young,
Heaven, I beseech thee.

drinks.

Sure.

You have reason to praise an old man, who dy’d and left you worth
fifty thousand Pound.

Rant.

’Ay Gad—and what’s better Sweet-heart, dy’d in good time too,
and left me young enough to spend this fifty thousand pound in better
Company—rest his Soul for that too.

Chris.

I doubt ’twill be all laid out in Bacons Mad Lieutenant Generall
Dareing.

Ran.

Faith I think I could lend it the Rogue on good Security.

Chris.

What’s that, to be bound Body for Body?

Ran.

Rather that he should love no bodies Body besides my own but my
Fortune is too good to trust the Rogue, my money makes me an Infidell.

Chris.

You think they all love you for that:

Ran.

For that, Ay what else? if it were not for that, I might sit still
and sigh, and cry out, a Miracle! a Miracle! at sight of a Man within my
doors:

Enter Maid.

Maid.

Madam here’s a young Gentleman without would speak with you.

Sure.

With me, sure thou’rt mistaken, is it not Friendly?

Maid.

No Madam ’tis a Stranger;

Rant.

’Tis not Dareing that Rogue, is it?

Maid.

No Madam;

Rant.

Is he handsome? does he look like a Gentleman?

Maid.

He’s handsome and seems a Gentleman.

Rant.

Bring him in then, I hate a conversation without a Fellow,—hah
—a good handsome Lad indeed:

Enter Hazard with a Letter.

Sure.

With me Sir would you speak?

Haz.

If you are Madam Surelove.

Sure.

So I am call’d;

Haz.

Madam I am newly arriv’d from England, and from your Husband
my kinsman bring you this—

gives a Letter

Rant.

Please you to sit Sir;

C2 Haz. c2v 12

Haz.

She’s extreamly handsome—

aside—sits down

Rant.

Come Sir will you Smoke a Pipe?

Haz.

I never do Madam—

Rant.

Oh fy upon’t youyou must learn then, we all smoke here, ’tis a part
of good breeding,—well, well, what Cargo, what goods have ye? any
Poynts, Lace, rich Stuffs, Jewells; if you have I’le be your Chafferer, I live
hard by, any body will direct you to the widow Ranters.

Haz.

I have already heard of you, Madam.

Rant.

What you are like all the young Fellows, the first thing they do
when they come to a strange place, is to enquire what Fortunes there are.

Haz.

Madam I had no such Ambition:

Rant.

Gad, then you’re a fool, Sir, but come, my service to you; we rich
Widdows are the best Commodity this Country affords, I’le tell you that.

this while she reads the Letter.

Sure.

Sir, my Husband has recommended you here in a most particular
manner, by which I do not only find the esteem he has for you, but the
desire he has of gaining you mine, which on a double score I render you,
first for his sake, next for those Merits that appear in your self.

Haz.

Madam, the endeavours of my life shall be to express my Gratitude
for this great Bounty;

Enter Maid.

Maid.

Madam Mr. Friendly’s here:

Sure.

Bring him in;

Haz.

Friendly,—I had a dear Friend of that name, who I hear is in
these Parts—Pray Heaven it may be he.

Rant.

How now Charles.

Enter Friendly.

Friend.

Madam your Servant—Hah! should not I know you for my
dear friend Hazard?

Embracing him.

Haz.

Or you’re too blame my Friendly?

Friend.

Prethee what calm brought thee ashore?

Haz.

Fortune de la garr, but prethee ask me no questions in so good
Company; where a minute lost from this Conversation is a misfortune
not to be retriev’d:

Friend.

Do’st like her Rogue—

softly aside.

Haz.

Like her! have I sight, or sense—Why I adore her.

Friend.

My Chrisante, I heard your Father would not be here to day,
which made me snatch this opportunity of seeing you.

Rant.

Come, Come, a Pox of this whining Love, it spoyls good company:

Friend,

You know my dear friend, these opportunities comes but seldom,
and therefore I must make use of ’m.

Rant.

Come, come, I’le give you a better opportunity at my House to
morrow, we are to eat a Buffilo there, and I’le secure the old Gentleman
from coming.

Friend.

Then I shall see Chrisantoe once more before I go:

Chris. c3r 13

Chris.

Go—Heavens—whether my Friendly?

Friend.

I have received a Commission to go against the Indians, Bacon
being sent for home.

Rant.

But will he come when sent for?

Friend.

If he refuse we are to Endeavour to force him.

Chris.

I do not think he will be forc’d, not even by Friendly.

Friend.

And faith it goes against my Conscience to lift my Sword against
him, for he is truly brave, and what he has done, a Service to the
Country, had it but been by Authority.

Chris.

What pity ’tis there should be such false Maxims in the World,
that Noble Actions how ever great, must be Criminall for want of a Law
to Authorise ’em.

Friend.

Indeed ’tis pity that when Laws are faulty they should not be
mended or abolisht.

Rant.

Hark’ye Charles, by Heaven if you kill my Dareing I’le Pistol you

Friend.

No, widdow I’le spare him for your sake,

They joyn with Surelove

Haz.

Oh she is all Divine, and all the Breath she utters serves but to
blow my Flame.

Enter Maid

Maid.

Madam dinner’s on the Table――

Sure.

Please you Sir, to walk in—come Mr. Friendly.

she takes Hazard

Rant.

Prethee good wench bring in the Punch-Bowle:

Exeunt.

Act II.

Scene I.

A Pavillion. Discovers the Indian King and Queen sitting in State, with Guards of Indians
Men and Women attending: to them Bacon richly dress’d, attended by Daring,
Fearless, and other Officers, he bows to the King and Queen, who rise
to receive him.

King.

I Am sorry Sir, we meet upon these terms, we who so often have
embrac’d as friends.

Bac.

How charming is the Queen? aside. War, Sir, is not my
bus’ness, nor my pleasure: Nor was I bred in Arms; My Country’s good
has forc’d me to assume a Soldiers life: And ’tis with much regret that I
Employ the first effects of it against my Friends; Yet whilst I may—
Whilst this Cessation lasts, I beg we may exhcange those Friendships, Sir,
we have so often paid in happier Peace.

King.

For your part, Sir, you’ve been so Noble, that I repent the fatall
difference that makes us meet in Arms. Yet tho’ I’m young I’m sensible of
Injuries; And oft have heard my Grandsire say—That we were Monarchs
once of all this spacious World; Till you an unknown People landing
here, Distress’d and ruin’d by destructive storms, Abusing all our Charitable
Hospitality, Usurp’d our Right, and made your friends your slaves.

Bac.

I will not justify the Ingratitude of my fore-fathers, but finding
here my Inheritance, I am resolv’d still to maintain it so, And by my sword which 14 c3v
which first cut out my Portion, Defend each inch of land with my last
drop of Bloud.

Queen.

Ev’n his threats have charms that please the heart:aside

King.

Come Sir, let this ungratefull Theme alone, which is better disputed
in the Field.

Queen.

Is it impossible there might be wrought an understanding betwixt
my Lord and you? ’Twas to that end I first desired this truce, My
self proposing to be Mediator, To which my Lord Cavarnio shall agree,
Could you but Condescend—I know you’re Noble: And I have heard
you say our tender Sex could never plead in vain.

Bac.

Alas! I dare not trust your pleading Madam? A few soft words
from such a Charming mouth would make me lay the Conqueror at your
feet as a Sacrifice for all the ills he has done you.

Queen.

How strangely am I pleas’d to hear him talk aside

King.

Semernia see—the Dancers do appear;
Sir will you take your seat? to Bacon

He leads the Queen to a seat, they sit and talk.

Bac.

Curse on his sports that interrupted me, My very soul was hovering
at my Lip, ready to have discover’d all its secrets. But oh! I dread to
tell her of my pain, And when I wou’d, an Awfull trembling seizes me,
And she can only scour my dying eyes, read all the Sentiments of my Captive
heart.

sits down, the rest wait.
Enter Indians that dance Anticks; After the Dance the King seems in
discourse with Bacon, the Queen rises, and comes forth.

Qu.

The more I gaze upon this English Stranger, the more Confusion
struggles in my Soul, Oft I have heard of Love, and oft this Gallant Man
(When Peace had made him pay his idle Visits) Has told a thousand tales
of dying Maids, And ever when he spoke, my panting heart, with a Prophetick
fear in sigh reply’d, I shall fall such a Victim to his Eye.

Enter an Indians.

Indian

Sir here’s a Messenger from the English Council to the King
Desires admittance to the General.

Bac.

With your Permission Sir, he may advance.

to the King
Re-enter Indian with Dunce.A Letter.

Dun.

All health and Happyness attend your honour, This from the
Honourable Council:gives him a Letter.

King.

I’le leave you till you have dispatch’d the Messenger, and then expect
your presence in the Royal Tent.

Exeunt King, Queen, and Indians.

Bac.

Lieutenant, read the Letterto Daring.

reads

Dareing.

“Sir, the necessity of what you have Acted makes it pardonable, and
we could wish we had done the Country, and our selves so much
Justice to have given you that Commission you desired—We now finde it
reasonable to raise more forces, to oppose these Insolences, which possible yours may be c4r15
be too weak to accomplish, to which end the Council’s ordered to meet this Evening,
and desiring you will come and take your place there, and be pleas’d to accept
from us a Commission to Command in Chief in this War—Therefore send
those Soldiers under your Command to their respective houses, and hast, Sir, to
your affectionate Friends—”

Fear.

Sir, I fear the hearts and Pen did not agree when this was writ

Dar.

A plague upon their shallow Politicks! Do they think to play
the old game twice with us?

Bac.

Away, you wrong the Council, who of themselves are Honourable
Gentlemen, but the base Coward fear of some of them, puts the rest
on tricks that suit not with their nature.

Dunce.

Sir, ’tis for noble ends you’re sent for, and for youryour safety I’le
engage my life.

Dar.

By Heaven and so you shall—and pay it too with all the rest of
your wise-headed Council.

Bac.

Your zeal is too Officious now: I see no Treachery, and can fear
no danger.

Dun.

Treachery! now Heavens forbid, are we not Christians Sir, All
Friends and Countrymen! believe me Sir, ’tis Honour calls you to increase
your fame, and he who would dissuadedissuade you is your Enemy.

Dar.

Go cant, Sir to the rabble — for us — we know you.

Bac.

You wrong me when you but suspect for me, let him that acts dishonorably
fear. My innocence, and my good sword’s my guard.

Dar.

If you resolve to go, we will attend you.

Bac.

What go like an Invader? No Daring, the Invitation’s friendly,
and as a friend, attended only by my menial Servants, I’le wait upon the
Council, that they may see that when I could Command it I came an humble
Suppliant for their favour—You may return, and tell ’em I’le attend.

Dunce.

I kiss your Honour’s hand—

goes out.

Dar.

’Sdeath will you trust the faithless Council Sir, who have so long
held you in hand with promises, That curse of States-men, that unlucky
vice that renders even Nobility despis’d.

Bac.

Perhaps the Council thought me too aspiring, and would not add
Wings to my Ambitious flight.

Dar.

A pox of their considering caps, and now they find that you can
soar alone, they send for you to knip your spreading wings.
Now by my soul you shall not go alone.

Bac.

Forbear, lest I suspect you for a mutineer; I am resolv’d to go.

Fear.

What, and send your Army home? a pretty fetch:

Dar.

By Heaven we’le not disband—not till we see how fairly you
are dealt with: if you have a Commission to be General, here we are ready
to receive new orders: If no—We’l ring ’em such a Thundring Peal
shall beat the Town about their Treacherous Ears.

Bac.

I do Command you not to stir a man, Till you’re inform’d how I am 16 c4v
am treated by ’em:—leave me all—

Exeunt Officers.
While Bacon reads the Letter again, To him the Indian Queen, with Women waiting.

Queen.

Now while my Lord’s asleep in his Pavilion I’le try my power
with the General, for an Accomodation of a Peace: the very dreams of war
fright my soft slumbers that us’d to be employ’d in kinder Bus’ness.

Bac.

Ha!—The Queen――What happyness is this presents it self
which all my Industry could never gain?

Queen.

Sir――

approaching him

Bacon.

Prest with the great Extreams of Joy and Fear I trembling stand,
unable to approach her:

Queen.

I hope you will not think it fear in me, tho’ tim’rous as a Dove,
by nature fram’d: Nor that my Lord, whose youth’s unskill’d in War can
either doubt his Courage, or his forces, that makes me seek a Reconcilation
on any honourable terms of Peace.

Bac.

Ah Madam! if you knew how absolutely you command my Fate I
fear but little honour wouldwould be left me, since what so e’re you ask me I
should grant.

Queen.

Indeed I would not ask your Honour, Sir, That renders you too
Brave in my esteem. Nor can I think that you would part with that. No not
to save your Life.

Bac.

I would do more to serve your least Commands than part with
triviall Life.

Queen.

Bless me! Sir, how came I by such a Power?

Bac.

The Gods, and Nature gave it you in your Creation, form’d with
all the Charms that ever grac’d your Sex.

Queen.

I’st possible? am I so Beautifull?

Bac.

As Heaven, or Angels there:

Queen.

Supposing this, how can my Beauty make you so obliging?

Bac.

Beauty has still a power over great Souls, And from the moment I
beheld your eyes, my stubborn heart melted to compliance, and from a nature
rough and turbulent, grew Soft and Gentle as the God of Love.

Queen.

The God of Love! what is the God of Love?

Bac.

’Tis a resistless Fire, that’s kinddl’d thus—takes her by the hand
and gazes on her.

at every gaze we take from fine Eyes, from such Bashfull
Looks, and such soft touches—it makes us sigh—and pant as I do
now, and stops the Breath when e’re we speak of Pain.

Queen.

Alas, for me if this should be Love!aside.

Bac.

It makes us tremble, when we touch the fair one, And all the
bloud runs shiv’ring thro’ the veins, The heart’s surrounded with a feeble
Languishment, The eyes are dying, and the Cheeks are pale, The tongue
is faltring, and the body fainting.

Queen.

Then I’m undone, and all I feel is Love,aside.
If Love be Catching Sir, by looks and touches, Let us at distance parley— or 17 d1r
or rather let me fly, For within veiwview, is too near—

aside

Bac.

Ah! she retires――displeas’d I fear with my presumptious
Love,—Oh pardon, fairest creature:kneels

Queen.

I’le talk no more, our words exchange our Souls, and every
look fades all my blooming honour, like Sun beams, on unguarded Roses.
—take all our Kingdoms—make our People Slaves, and let me fall beneath
your Conquering Sword. But never let me hear you talk again
or gaze upon your Eyes――goes out

Bac.

She Loves! by Heaven she Loves! And has not art enough to
hide her Flame, tho’ she have Cruel honour to suppress it. However, I’le
pursue her to the Banquet.Exit

Scene II.

The Widdow Ranters- Hall
Enter Sure-Love fan’d by two Negro’s, followed by Hazard.

Sure.

This Madam Ranter is so prodigious a Treater—oh! I hate a
room that smells of a great Dinner, and what’s worse a desert of Punch
and Tobacco—what! are you taking leave so soon Cousin?

Haz.

Yes Madam, but ’tis not fit I should let you know with what regret
I go,—but business will be obey’d.

Sure.

Some Letters to dispatch to English Ladies you have left behind
—come Cousin Confess:

Haz.

I own I much admire the English Beauties, but never yet have
put their Fetters on—

Sure.

Never in Love—oh then you have pleasure to Come.

Haz.

Rather a Pain when there’s no hope atrends it,

Sure.

Oh such diseases quickly cure themselves,

Haz.

I do not wish to find it so; For even in Pain I find a pleasure too.

Sure.

You are infected then, and came abroad for cure.

Haz.

Rather to receive my wounds Madam;

Sure.

Already Sir.—who e’re she be, she made good hast to Conquer,
we have few here, boast that Dexterity.

Haz.

What think you of Chrisante, Madam?

Sure.

I must confess your Love & your Dispair are there plac’d right,
of which I am not fond of being made a Confidant,coldly
since I’m assur’d she can Love none but Friendly.

Haz.

Let her Love on, as long as life shall last, let Friendly take her,
and the Universe, so I had my next wish,—sighs
Madam it is your self that I adore,—I should not be so vain to tell you
this, but that I know you’ve found the secret out already from my sighs.

Sure.

Forbear Sir, and know me for your kinsmans wife, & no more:

Haz.

Be Scornfull as you please, rail at my passion, and refuse to hear D it; d1v 18
it; yet I’le Love on, and hope in spight of you, my Flame shall be so constant
and Submissive, it shall compell your heart to some return.

Sure.

You’re very Confident of your power I perceive, but if you
chance to finde your self mistaken, say your opinion and your affectation
were misapply’d, and not that I was Cruell,Ex. Surelove

Haz.

Whate’re denyalls dwell upon your Tongue, your eyes assure
me that your heart is tender,goes out

Enter the Bag-Piper, Playing before a great Boule of Punch, carryed between
two Negro’s, a Highlandler Dancing after it, the Widdow Ranter led by Timerous,
Chrisante by Dullman; Mrs. Flirt and Friendly all dancing after
it; they place it on the Table.

Dull.

This is like the Noble Widdow all over I’faith,

Tim.

Ay, Ay, the widdows Health in a full Ladle, Major, drinks
—but a Pox on’t what made that young Fellow here, that affronted us
yesterday Major?while they drink about

Dull.

Some damn’d Sharper that wou’d lay his Knife aboard your
Widdow Cornet.

Tim.

Zoors if I thought so, I’d Arrest him for Salt and Battery, Lay
him in Prison for a Swinging fine and take no Baile.

Dull.

Nay, had it not been before my Mrs here, Mrs Chrisante, I had
swing’d him for his yesterdays affront,—ah my sweet Mistris Chrisante
—if you did but know what a power you have over me—

Chris.

Oh you’re a great Courtier Major:

Dull.

Would I were any thing for your sake Madam.

Ran.

Thou art any thing, but what thou shouldst be, prethee Major
leave off being an old Buffoon, that is a Lover turn’d to ridicule by Age,
consider thy self a Meer rouling Tun of Nants,—a walking Chimney,
ever Smoaking with Nasty Mundungus,—and then thou hast a Countenance
like an old worm-eaten Cheese,

Dull.

Well widdow, you will Joake, ha, ha, ha—

Tim.

Gad’, Zoors She’s pure Company, ha, ha—

Duce.Dull.

No matter for my Countenance— Coll. Downright likes my
Estate and is resolv’d to have it a Match.

Friend.

Dear Widdow, take off your Damn’d Major, for if he speak another
word to Chrisante, I shall be put past all my patience, and fall
foul upon him.

Ran.

S’life not for the world—Major I bar Love-making within
my Territories, ’tis inconsistent with the Punch-Bowle, if you’l drink,
do, if not be gone:

Tim.

Nay Gad’s Zooks if you enter me at the Punch-Boule, you enter
me in Politicks—well ’tis the best Drink in Christendom for a
Statesman,they drink about, the Bag-Pipe playing

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Ran.

Come, now you shall see what my high Land-Vallet can do—

a Scots Dance

Dull.

So—I see let the world go which way it will, widdow, you are
resolv’d for Mirth,—but come—to the conversation of the times.

Rant.

The times, why what a Devill ailes the times, I see nothing in
the times but a company of Coxcombs that fear without a Cause.

Tim.

But if these fears were laid and Bacon were hang’d, I look upon
Virginia to be the happiest part of the world, gads Zoors,—why there’s
England—’tis nothing to’t—I was in England about 6 years ago, & was
shew’d the Court of Aldermen, some were nodding, some saying nothing,
and others very little to purpose, but how could it be otherwise, for they
had neither Bowle of Punch, Bottles of wine or Tobacco before ’em to
put Life & Soul into ’em as we have here: then for the young Gentlemen
—Their farthest Travels is to France or Italy, they never come hither

Dull.

The more’s the Pitty by my troth,drinks.

Tim.

Where they learn to Swear Mor-blew, Mor-Dee:

Friend.

And tell you how much bigger the Louvre is then White-Hall;
buy a sute A-la-mode, get a swinging Cap of some French Marquis, spend
all their money and return just as they went.

Dull.

For the old fellows, their bus’ness is Usury, Extortion, and undermining
young Heirs.

Tim.

Then for young Merchants, their Exchange the is Tavern, their
Ware-house the Play-house, and their Bills of Exchange Billet-Deaxs,
where to sup with their wenches at the other end of the Town,—now
Judge you what a Condition poor England is in: for my part I look upon’t
as a lost Nation gads zoors.

Dull.

I have consider’d it, and have found a way to save all yet:

Tim.

As how I pray,

Dull.

As thus, we have men here of great Experience and Abillity—
now I would have as many sent into England as would supply all places,
and Offices, both Civill and Military, de fee, their young Gentry should
all Travell hither for breeding, and to learn the misteries of State.

Friend.

As for the old Covetous Fellows, I would have the Tradesmen
get in their debts, break and turn Troupers.

Tim.

And they’d be soon weary of Extortion gadz zoors;

Dull.

Then for the young Merchants, there should be a Law made,
none should go beyond Ludgate;

Frie.

You have found out the only way to preserve that great Kingdom,

drinking all this while sometimes

Tim.

Well, Gad zoors ’tis a fine thing to be a good Statesman,

Fri.

Ay Cornet, which you had never been had you staid in old England.

Dull.

Why Sir we were somebody in England,

Frie.

So I heard Major,

Dull.

You heard Sir, what have you heard, he’d a kid-Naper that says D2 he d2v 20
he heard any thing of me—and so my service to you—I’le sue you Sir
for spoiling my Marriage here, by your Scandalls with Mrs. Chrisante, but
that shan’t do Sir, I’le marry her for all that, & he’s a Rascal that denies it.

Frie.

S’death you Lye Sir—I do.

Tim.

Gad zoors Sir Lye to a Privy-Councellor, a Major of Horse,
Brother, this is an affront to our Dignities, draw and I’le side with you.

they both draw on Friendly, the Ladies run off.

Fri.

If I disdain to draw, ’tis not that I fear your base and Cowardly
force, but for the respect I bear you as Magistrates, and so I leave you—

Tim.

An Arrant Coward Gad zoors.

goes out

Dull.

A meer paultroon, and I scorn to drink in’s Company.

Exeunt, putting up their Swords.

Scene III.

A Sevana, or large Heath. Enter Whimsey, Whiff, and Boozer, with some Soldiers, Arm’d.

Whim.

Stand—stand—and hear the word of Command—do ye
see yon Cops, and that Ditch that runs along Major Dullman’s Plantation.

Booz.

We do.

Whim.

Place your Men there, and lye Flat on your Bellies, and when
Bacon comes (if alone) seize him dy’see:

Whiff.

Observe the Command now, (if alone) for we are not for
bloud-shed.

Booz.

I’le warrant you for our Parts.Exeunt all but Whim & Whiff

Whim.

Now we have Ambusht our men, let’s light our Pipes and sit
down and take an Encouraging dram of the Bottle.

pulls out a bottle of brandy out of his Pocket—they sit.

Whiff.

Thou art a Knave and hast Emptyed half the Bottle in thy
Leathern Pockets, but come here’s young “Fright-all’s” health.

Whim.

What, wilt drink a mans health thou’rt going to hang?

Whiff.

’Tis all one for that, we’le drink his health first, and hang him
afterwards, and thou shalt pledge me de fee, and tho’ ’twere under the
Gallows.

Whim.

Thou’rt a Traytor for saying so, and I defy thee.

Whiff.

Nay, since we are come out like Loving Brothers to hang the
Generall, let’s not fall out among our selves, and so here’s to you drinks
tho’ I have no great Maw to this business:

Whim.

Prethee Brother Whiff, do not be so Villanous a Coward, for I
hate a Coward.

Whiff.

Nay ’tis not that—But my WhiffWhimsey, my Nancy dreamt to night
she saw me hang’d.

Whim.

’Twas a Cowardly Dream, think no more on’t, but as dreams are d3r 21
are Expounded by Contraries, thou shalt hang the Generall.

Whiff.

Ay—but he was my friend, and I owe him at this time a hundred
Pounds of Tobacco.

Whim.

Nay, then I’m sure thoud’st hang him if he were thy brother.

Whiff.

But hark—I think I hear the Neighing of horses; where shall
we hide our selves, for if we stay here, we shall be Mawl’d damnably.

Exeunt both behind a Bush, peeping. Enter Bacon, Fearless and 3 or 4 Footmen.

Bac.

Let the Groom lead the Horses o’re the Sevana we’le walk it
on Foot, ’tis not a quarter of a Mile to the Town; & here the Air is cool.

Fear.

The Breazes about this time of the day begin to take Wing and
fan refreshment to the Trees and Flowers.

Bac.

And at these hours how fragrant are the Groves:

Fear.

The Country’s well, but the People so,

Bac.

But come let’s on—they pass to the Entrance.

Whim.

There Boys—The Soldiers come forth and fall on Bacon

Bac.

Hah! Ambush—

Draws, Fearless and Footmen draw, the
Soldiers after a while fighting take Bac. &
Fear, they having laid 3 or 4 Dead.

Whiff.

So, so, he’s taken.
Now we may venture out.

Whim.

But are you sure he’s taken?

Whiff.

Sure can’t you believe your Eyes, come forth, I hate a Coward—
Oh Sir, have we caught your Mightiness?

Bac.

Are you the Authors of this Valliant Act? None but such Villainous
Cowards dar’st have attempted it:

Whim.

Stop his railing tongue.

Whiff.

No, no, let him rail, let him rail now his hands are tyed, ha, ha,
Why good “Generall Fright-all”, what was no body able d’ye think to tame
the Roaring Lyon?

Bac.

You’le be hang’d for this?!

Whim.

Come, come, away with him to the next Tree.

Bac.

What mean you Villains?

Whiff.

Only to hang your Honour a little, that’s all. We’le teach you
Sir, to serve your Country against Law.

As they go off, Enter Daring with Soldiers.

Dar.

Hah—My General betray’d—this I suspected.

His Men come in, they fall on, Release Bacon and Fearless and his Man, who
get Swords. Whim’s Party put Whim and Whiff before ’em striking ’em
as they Endeavour to run on this side or that, and forcing ’em to
bear-up, they are taken after some Fighting.

Fear.

Did not the General tell you Rogues, you’d be all hang’d?

Whiff.

Oh Nancy, Nancy, how Prophetick are thy Dreams?

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Bac.

Come let’s on—

Dar.

S’death what mean you Sir?

Bac.

As I design’d—to present my self to the Council:

Dar.

By Heavens we’le follow then to save you from their Treachery
’twas this that has befallen you that I fear’d, which made me at a distance
follow you.

Bac.

Follow me still, but still at such a distance as your Aids may be
assisting on all occasion— Fearless go back and bring your Regiment
down, and Daring let your Sergeant with his Party Guard these Villains
to the Council.

Ex. Bac. Dar. & Fearless

Whiff.

A Pox on your Worships Plot;

Whim.

A Pox on your forwardness to come out of the hedge.

Ex. Officers with Whim & Whiff.

Scene IV.

The Council-Table. Enter Coll. Wellman, Coll. Downright, Dullman, Timerouse,
and about 7 or 8 more Seat themselves.

Well.

You heard Mr. Dunce’s opinion Gentlemen, concerning Bacon’s
coming upon our Invitation. He believes he will come, but I rather think,
tho’ he be himself undaunted, yet the persuasions of his two Lieutenant-
Generalls, Daring and Fearless may prevent him, —Colonel, have you order’d
our Men to be in Arms?Enter a Soldier.

Down.

I have, and they’l attend further order on the Sevana:

Sol.

May it please your Honours, Bacon is on his way, he comes unattended
by any but his Footmen, and Coll. Fearless.

Down.

Who is this Fellow?

Well.

A spy I sent to watch Bacon’s Motions.

Sol.

But there is a Company of Soldiers in Ambush on this side of the
Sevana to seize him as he passes by.

Well.

That’s by no order of the Council.

Omnes.

No, no, no order;

Well.

Nay, ’twere a good design if true,

Tim.

Gad zoors would I had thought on’t for my Troup,

Down.

I am for no unfair dealing in any Extremity.

Enter a Messenger in hast.

Mes.

An’t please your Honours, the saddest news—An Ambush being
laid for Bacon, they rusht out upon him, on the Sevana, and after some
fighting took him and Fearless

Tim.

Is this your sad News—zoors would I had had a hand in’t.

Brag.

When on a sudden, Daring and his Party fell in upon us, turn’d
the tide—kill’d our men and took Capt. Whimsey, and Capt. Whiff Pris’ners,ners, d4r 23
the rest run away, but Bacon fought like a fury.

Tim.

A bloudy Fellow;

Down.

Whim. and Whiff? they deserve death for Acting without order

Tim.

I’m of the Colonels opinion, they deserve to hang for’t.

Dull.

Why Brother, I thought you had wisht the Plot had been yours
but now?

Tim.

Ay, but the Case is alter’d since that, good Brother,

Well.

Now he’s Exasperared past all hopes of a Reconciliation.

Dull.

You must make use of the Statesman’s refuge, wise dissimulation.

Brag.

For all this Sir, he will not believe but that you mean Honourably,
and no persuasions could hinder him from Coming, so he has dismist
all his Soldiers, and is Entring the Town on foot,

Well.

What pitty ’tis a brave Man should be Guilty of an ill Action.

Brag.

But the noise of his danger has so won the hearts of the Mobile, that
they encrease his Train as he goes, & follow him in the Town like a Victor.

Well.

Go wait his comingEx. Brag.
he grows too popular, and must be humbled,

Tim.

I was ever of your mind Colonel.

Well.

Ay right or Wrong—but what’s your Counsell now?

Tim.

E’en as it us’d to be, I leave it to wiser heads.Enter Brag.

Brag.

Bacon Sir is Entring.

Tim.

Gad zoors wou’d I were safe in Bed,

Dull.

Colonel keep in your heat and treat Calmly with him,

Well.

I rather wish you wou’d all follow me, I’d meet him at the head
of all his noisy Rabble, and seize him from the rout.

Down.

What Men of Authority dispute with Rake-Hells? ’tis below
us Sir.

Tim.

To Stake our Lives and Fortunes against their nothing.

Enter Bacon, after him the Rabble with Staves and Clubs
bringing in Whim. & Whiff bound.

Well.

What means this Insolence—What Mr. Bacon do you come
in Arms?

Bac.

I’de need Sir come in Arms, when men that should be Honourable
can have so poor designs to take my life.

Well.

Thrust out his following Rabble.

First Rab.

We’le not Stirr till we have the General safe back again.

Bac.

Let not your Loves be too Officious—but retire—

1st. Rab.

At your Command we vanish—the Rabble retire.

Bac.

I hope you’l pardon me, if in my own defence I seiz’d on these
two Murderers.

Down.

YouYou did well Sir, ’twas by no Order they Acted,—stand forth
and here your Sentence—in time of war we need no Formall Tryalls
to hang Knaves that Act without order.

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Whiff.

Oh Mercy Mercy Collonell—’twas Parson Dunce’s Plot.

Down.

Issue out a warrant to Seize Dunce Immediately—you shall
be carry’d — to the Fort to Pray—

Whim.

Oh Good your Honour I never Pray’d in all my Life,

Down.

From thence Drawn upon a Sledg to the Place of Execution,
—where you shall hang till you are dead—and then be cut down
and —

Whim.

Oh hold—hold—we shall never be able to endure half this:

kneeling

Well.

I think th’offence needs not so great Punishment, their Crime
Sir is but equall to your own, acting without Commission.

Bac.

’Tis very well Explain’d Sir,—had I been Murder’d by Commission
them, the Deed had been approv’d, and now perhaps, I am beholding
to the Rable for my Life:—

Well.

A fine pretence to hide a Popular fault, but for this once we
Pardon them and you,

Bac.

Pardon, for what? by Heaven I Scorn your Pardon, I’ve not
offended Honour nor Religion:

Well.

You have offended both in taking Arms,

Bac.

Shou’d I stand by and see my Country ruin’d, my King dishonour’d,
and his Subjects Murder’d hear the sad Crys of widdows and of
Orphans, You heard it Lowd, but gave no pitying care to’t, And till
the war and Massacre was brought to my own door, my Flocks, and
Heards surpriz’d, I bore it all with Patience, Is it unlawfull to defend
my self against a Thief that breaks into my doors?

Well.

And call you this defending of your self?

Bac.

I call it doing of my self that right, which upon Just demand
the Councill did refuse me, If my Ambition as you’re pleas’d to call
it, made me demand too Much, I left my self to you:

Well.

Perhaps we thought it did,

Bac.

Sir you affront my Birth,—I am a Gentleman, And yet my
thoughts were humble—I wou’d have fought under the meanest of
your Parasites—

Tim.

There’s a Bob for us Brother;to Dull

Bac.

But still you put me off with promises—And when compell’d
to stir in my defence I call’d none to my aid, and those that came, ’twas
their own wrongs that urg’d ’em:

Down.

’Tis fear’d Sir, under this pretence you aim at Government:

Bac.

I scorn to answer to so base an accusation, the height of my
Ambition is, to be an honest Subject.

Well.

An honest Rebell, Sir—

Bac.

You know you wrong me, and ’tis basely urg’d—but this is
trifling—here are my Commissions.

Throws down Papers. Down. reads. Down. e1r 25

Down.

—To be General of the Forces against the Indians and Blank
Commissions for his Friends.

Well.

Tear them in peicespieces — are we to be imposed upon? Do ye
come in Hostile manner to compel us?

Down.

Be not to rough Sir, let us argue with him――

Well.

I am resolved I will not.

Tim.

Then we are all Dead Men, Gudzoors! he will not give us
time to say our Prayers.

Well.

We every day expect fresh Force from England, till then, we of
our selves shall be sufficient to make Defence, against a sturdy Traytor.

Bac.

Traytor, ’Sdeath Traytor ―― I defie ye, but that my Honour’s
yet above my Anger; I’d make you answer me that Traytor
dearly.Rises.

Well.

Hah — am I threatned — Guards secure the Rebel.

Guards seize him.

Bac.

Is this your Honourable Invitation? Go—Triumph in your
short Liv’d Victory, the next turn shall be mine.Exeunt Guards with Bac.

A noise of Fighting—Enter Bacon, Wellman, his Guards Beat back by
the Rabble, Bacon snatches a Sword from one, and keeps back the Rabble, Tim.
gets under the Table.

Down.

What means this Insolence!

Rab.

We’l have our General, and knock that fellows brains out, and
hang up Collonel Wellman.

All.

Ay, ay, Hang up Wlelellman.

The Rabble seize Wellman, and Dullman, and the rest.

Dull.

Hold, hold Gentleman, I was always for the General.

Rab.

Let’s Barbicu this Fat Rogue.

Bac.

Begone, and know your distance to the Councel.The Rabble let ’em go.

Well.

I’d rather perish by the meanest hand, than owe my safety poorly
thus to Bacon.

In Rage.

Bac.

If you persist still in that mind I’le leave you, and Conquering,
make you happy ’gainst your will.Ex. Bacon and Rabble, Hollowing
a Bacon, a Bacon.

Well.

Oh Villanous Cowards, who will trust his Honour with Sycophants
so base? Let us to Arms――by Heaven I will not give my
Body rest, till I’ve Chastiz’d the boldness of this Rebel.Exeunt Well.
Down. and the rest all but Dullman, Tim. Peeps from under the Table.

Tim.

What is the Roystering Hector gone, Brother?

Dull.

Ay, ay, and the Devil go with him. Looking sadly, Tim. comes out.

Tim.

Was there ever such a Bull of Bashan? Why what if he should
come down upon us and kill us all for Traytors?

Dull.

I rather think the Councel will Hang us all for Cowards—
ah—oh—a Drum――a Drum――oh—He goes out.

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Tim.

This is the misery of being Great, We’re Sacrific’d to every turn of State.

Act III. Scene I.

The Country Court, a great Table, with Papers, a Clerk
writing. Enter a great many people of all sorts, then Friendly,
after him Dullman.

Friend.

How now Major; what, they say Bacon scar’d you all out of
the Council yesterday: What say the People?

Dull.

Say? they Curse us all, and Drink young “Frightall’s” Health,
and swear they’ll fight thro Fire and Brimstone for him.

Friend.

And to morrow will hallow him to the Gallows, if it were his
chance to come there.

Dull.

’Tis very likely: Why I am forc’d to be guarded to the Court
now, the Rabble swore they would De Wit me, but I shall hamper some
of ’em. Wou’d the Governour were here to bear the brunt on’t, for they
call us the Evil Counsellors.Enter Hazard, goes to Friendly.
Here’s the young Rogue that drew upon us too, we have Rods in piss for
him ifaith. Enter Timerous with Bayliffs, whispers to Dullman, after
which to the Bailiffs.

Tim.

Gadzoors that’s he, do your Office.

Bayl.

We arrest you Sir, in the Kings name, at the suit of the Honourable
Justice Timerous.

Haz.

Justice Timerous, who the Devil’s he?

Tim.

I am the man Sir, de see, for want of a better; you shall repent
Gad zoors your putting of tricks upon persons of my Rank and Quality.

After he has spoke he runs back as afraid of him.

Haz.

Your Rank and Quality!

Tim.

Ay Sir, my Rank and Quality; first I am one of the Honourable
Council, next a Justice of Peace in Quorum, Cornet of a Troup of Horse
de see, and Church-warden.

Frie.

From whence proceeds this Mr. Justice, you said nothing of this
at Madam Ranters Yesterday; you saw him there, then you were good
Friends?

Tim.

Ay, however I have carried my Body swimmingly before my
Mistriss, de see, I had rancour in my Heart, Gads zoors.

Friend.

Why, this Gentleman’s a stranger, and but lately come a shore.

Haz.

At my first Landing I was in company with this Fellow and two or e2r 27
or three of his cruel Brethren, where I was affronted by them, some words
past and I drew――

Tim.

Ay ay Sir, you shall pay for’t,――why—what Sir, cannot a
Civil Magistrate affront a Man, but he must be drawn upon presently?

Friend.

Well Sir, the Gentleman shall answer your Sute, and I hope
you’l take my Bail for him.

Tim.

’Tis enough—I know you to be a Civil Person.

Timerous and Dullman take their Places, on a long Bench placed behind the
Table, to them Whimsey an Whiff, they seat themselves, then Boozer and
two or three more; who seat themselves: Then enter two bearing a Bowl of
Punch, and a great Ladle or two in it; the rest of the Stage being filled with
People.

Whiff.

Brothers it has been often mov’d at the Bench, that a new Punch
Bowl shou’d be provided, and one of a larger Circumference, when the
Bench sits late about weighty affairs, oftentimes the Bowl is emptyed
before we end.

Whim.

A good Motion, Clark set it down.

Clark.

Mr. Justice Boozer the Council has ordered you a writ of Ease,
and dismiss your Worship from the Bench.

Boo.

Me from the Bench, for what?

Whim.

The Complaint is Brother Boozer, for Drinking too much Punch
in the time of hearing Tryals.

Whiff.

And that you can neither write nor read, nor say the Lords
Prayer.

Tim.

That your Warrants are like a Brewers Tally a Notch on a Stick;
if a special Warrant, then a Couple. Gods Zoors, when his Excellency
comes he will have no such Justices.

Booz.

Why Brother, tho I can’t read my self, I have had Dolton’s Country-Justice
read over to me two or three times, and understand the Law;
this is your Malice Brother Whiff, because my Wife does not come to
your Ware-House to buy her Commodities,—but no matter, to show
I have no Malice in my heart, I drink your Health――I care not this,
I can turn Lawyer and plead at the Board.Drinks, all Pledge him and hum.

Dull.

Mr. Clark, come, to the Tryals on the Docket.Clark reads.

Clar.

The first is between his Worship , Justice Whiff and one Grubb.

Dull.

Ay, that Grubb’s a Common Disturber, Brother your Cause, is a
good Cause if well manag’d, here’s to’t.Drinks.

Whiff.

I thank you Brother Dullman,—read my Petition.Drinks.

Clar.

The Petition of Captain Thomas Whiff Sheweth, whereas Gilbert.
Grubb
, calls his Worships Wife Ann Grubb Whore, and said he would
prove it; your Petitioner desires the Worshipful Bench to take it into Con――
sideration, and your Petitioner shall pray, &c.――Here’s two witnesses
have made Affidavit Viva voce, an’t Like your Worships.

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Dull.

Call Grubb.

Clar.

Gilbert Grubb, come into the Court.

Grub.

Here.

Whim.

Well, what can you say for your self Mr. Grub.

Grub.

Why an’t like your Worship, my wife invited some Neighbours
wives to drink a Cagg of Syder, now your worships wife Madam Whiff
being there fuddl’d, would have thrust me out of doors, and bid me go
to my old Whore Madam Whimsey, meaning your Worships wife.To
Whimsey.

Whim.

Hah! My wife called Whore, she’s a Jude, & I’le arrest her
Husband here—in an Action of debts.

Tim.

Gads zoures she’s no better than she should be I’le warrant her,

Whiff.

Look ye Brother Whimsey, be patient, you know the Humour
of my Nancy when she’s drunk, but when she’s sober, she’s a civil Person,
and shall ask your pardon.

Whim.

Let this be done and I am satisfied: And so here’s to you drinks.

Dull.

Go on to the Tryal.

Grub.

I being very angry said indeed, I would prove her a greater
Whore than Madam Whimsey.

Clar.

An’t like your Whorships, he confesses the words in open Court.

Grub.

Why, an’t like your Worships, she has had two Bastards I’le
prove it.

Whiff.

Sirrah, Sirrah, that was when she was a Maid, not since I married
her, my marrying her made her Honest.

Dull.

Let there be an order of Court to Sue him, for Scandalum Magnatum.

Tim.

Mr. Clark, let my Cause come next.

Clark.

The Defendant’s ready Sir.Hazard comes to the Board.

Tim.

Brothers of the Bench take notice, that this Hector here coming
into Mrs. Flirts Ordinary where I was, with my Brother Dullman and
Lieutenant Boozer; we gave him good Councel to fall to Work, now my
Gentleman here was affronted at this Forsooth, and makes no more to
do but calls us Scoundrels, and drew his Sword on us, and had not I
defended my self by running away, he had Murdered me, and Assassinated
my two Brothers.

Whiff.

What witness have you Brother?

Tim.

Here’s Mrs. Flirt and her Maid Nell, —besides we may be witness
for one another I hope; our words may taken.

Clark.

Mrs. Flirt and Nell are Sworn.They stand forth.

Whim.

By the Oaths that you have taken, speak nothing but the Truth.

Flirt.

An’t please your Worships, your Honours came to my House,
where you found this Young Gentleman; and your Honours invited him
to Drink with your Honours: Where after some opprobrious words given him, e3r 29
him, Justice Dullman, and Justice Boozer struck him over the head; and
after that indeed the Gentleman drew.

Tim.

Mark that Brother he drew.

Haz.

If I did, it was se defendendo.

Tim.

Do you hear that Brothers, he did in defiance.

Haz.

Sir, you ought not to sit Judge and Accuser too.

Whiff.

The Gentlemans i’th’ right Brother, you cannot do it according
to Law.

Tim.

Gads Zoors, what new tricks, new querks?

Haz.

Gentlemen take notice, he swears in Court.

Tim.

Gads Zoors what’s that to you Sir.

Haz.

This is the second time of his swearing.

Whim.

What do you think we are Deaf Sir? Come, come proceed.

Tim.

I desire he may be bound to his Good behaviour, Fin’d and deliver
up his Sword, what say you Brother?Jogs Dull. who nods.

Whim.

He’s asleep, drink to him and waken him,――you have have
mist the Cause by sleeping Brother.Drinks.

Dull.

Justice may nod, but never sleeps Brother ――you were at
—Deliver his Sword—a good Motion, let it be done.Drinks.

Haz.

No Gentlemen, I wear a Sword to right my self.

Tim.

That’s fine i’faith, Gads Zoors, I have worn a Sword this Duzen
year and never cou’d right my self.

Whiff.

Ay, ’twou’d be a fine World if Men shou’d wear Swords to right
themselves, he that’s bound to the Peace shall wear no Sword.

Whim.

I say he that’s bound to the Peace ought to wear no Peruke,
that may change ’em for black or white, and then who can know them.

Haz.

I hope Gentlemen I may be allowed to speak for my self.

Whiff.

Ay, what can you say for your self, did you not draw your
Sword Sirrah?

Haz.

I did.

Tim.

Tis sufficient he confesses the Fact, and we’l hear no more.

Haz.

You will not hear the Provocation given.

Dull.

’Tis enough Sir, you drew—

Whim.

Ay, Ay, ’tis enough he drew—let him be Fin’d.

Friend.

The Gentleman shou’d be heard, he’s a Kinsman too, to Collonel
John Surelove
.

Tim.

Hum—Collonel Sureloves Kinsman.

Whiff.

Is he so, nay, then all the reason in the World he should be
heard, Brothers.

Whim.

Come, come Cornet, you shall be Friends with the Gentleman,
this was some Drunken bout I’le warrant you.

Tim.

Ha, ha, ha — so it was Gad Zoors.

Whiff.

Come drink to the Gentleman, and put it up.

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Tim.

Sir, my Service to you, I am heartily sorry for what’s past, but
it was in my Drink.Drinks.

Whim.

You hear his acknowledgements Sir, and when he is sober he
never quarrels, come Sir sit down, my Service to you.

Haz.

I beg your Excuse Gentlemen—I have earnest business.

Dull.

Let us adjourn the Court, and prepare to meet the Regiments on
the Sevana. All go but Friend and Hazard.

Haz.

Is this the best Court of Judicature your Country affords?

Friend.

To give it its due it is not. But how does thy Armour thrive?

Haz.

As well as I can wish, in so short a time.

Friend.

I see she regards thee with kind Eyes, Sighs and Blushes.

Haz.

Yes, and tells me I am so like a Brother she had— to Excuse
her kind concern, — then blush so prettily, that Gad I cou’d not forbear
making a discovery of my Heart.

Friend.

Have a care of that, come upon her by slow degrees, for I
know she’s Vertuous;—but come let’s to the Sevana, where I’le present
you to the two Collonels, Wellman and Downright, the Men that
manage all till theCarrival of the Governour.

Scene II.

The Sevana or Heath: Enter Wellman,
Downright, Boozer, and Officers.

Well.

Have you dispatcht the Scouts, to watch the Motions of the
Enemies? I know that Bacon’s Violent and Haughty, and will resent
our vain attempts upon him; therefore we must be speedy in prevention.

Dow.

What forces have you raised since our last order.

Booz.

Here’s a list of em, they came but slowly in, till we promised
every one a Bottle of Brandy.Enter Officer and Dunce.

Offi.

We have brought Mr. Dunce here, as your Honour commanded us
after strict search we found him this morning in Bed with Madam Flirt.

Dow.

No matter he’l exclaim no less against the vices of the Flesh, the
next Sunday.

Dunc.

I hope Sir, you will not credit the Malice of my Enemies.

Well.

No more, you are free, and what you councell’d about the Ambush
was both prudent and seasonable, and perhaps I now wish it had taken
effect.Enter Friend and Haz.

Friend.

I have brought an English Gentleman to kiss your hands, Sir,
and offer you his service, he is young and brave, and Kinsman to Col.
Surelove
.

Well.

Sir, you are welcom and to let you see you are so, we will give
you your Kinsmans command, Captain of a Troup of Horse-Guards, and
which I am sure will be continued to you when the Governour arrives.

Haz.

I shall endeavour to deserve the Honour, Sir.

Enter Dull., Tim., Whim. and Whiff, all in Buff, Scarf and Feathers. Down. e4r 31

Down.

So Gentlemen, I see you’re in a readiness.

Tim.

Readiness! What means he, I hope we are not to be drawn out
to go against the Enemy, Major?

Dull.

If we are, they shall look a new Major for me.

Well.

We were debating, Gentlemen, what course were best to pursue
against this Powerful Rebel.

Frien.

Why, Sir, we have Forces enough, let’s charge him instantly,
delays are dangerous.

Tim.

Why, what a damn’d fiery Fellow’s this?

Down.

But if we drive him to Extremities, we fear his siding with
the Indians.

Dull.

Collonel Downright has hit it; why should we endanger our
Men against a desperate Termagant? If he love Wounds and Scars so
well, let him exercise on our Enemies—but if he will needs fall upon
us, ’tis then time for us enough to venture our lives and fortunes.

Tim.

How, we go to Bacon, under favour I think ’tis his Duty to come
to us, an you go to that Gads Zoores.

Frie.

If he do, ’twill cost you dear, I doubt Cornet.—I find by our
List, Sir, we are four thousand men.

Tim.

Gads Zoores, not enough for a Breakfast for that insatiate Bacon,
and his two LieutenantLieutenant Generals Fearless and Daring.Whiff sits on the
ground with a Bottle of Brandy.

Whim.

A Morsel, a Morsel.

Well.

I am for an attack, what say you Gentlemen to an attack?—
What, silent all?—What say you Major?

Dull.

I say, Sir, I hope my courage was never in dispute. But, Sir, I
am going to Marry Collonel Downright’s Daughter here—and should I
be slain in this Battel ’twou’d break her heart;――besides, Sir, I should
lose her Fortune.Speaks big.

Well.

I’m sure here’s a Captain will never Flinch.To Whim.

Whim.

Who I, an’t like your Honour?

Well.

Ay, you.

Whim.

Who I? ha, ha, ha: Why did your Honour think that I
would fight?

Well.

Fight, yes? Why else do you take Commissions?

Whim.

Commissions! O Lord, O Lord, take Commissions to fight!
ha ha ha; that’s a jest, if all that take Commissions should fight—

Well.

Why do you bear Arms then?

Whim.

Why for the Pay; to be called Captain, noble Captain, to
show, to cock and look big and bluff as I do; to be bow’d to thus as we
pass, to domineer, and beat our Souldiers: Fight quoth a, ha ha ha.

Friend.

But what makes you look so simply Cornet?

Tim.

W hy a thing that I have quite forgot, all my accounts for
England are to be made up, and I’m undone if they be neglected—else I e4v 32
I wou’d not flinch for the stoutest he that wears a Sword—Look big.

Down.

What say you Captain Whiff?Whiff almost drunk.

Whiff.

I am trying Collonel what Mettle I’m made on; I think I am
Valiant, I suppose I have Courage, but I confess ’tis a little of the D――
breed, but a little inspiration from the bottle, and the leave of my Nancy,
may do wonders.Enter Seaman in hast.

Seam.

An’t please your Honours, “Frightall’s” Officers have seiz’d all the
Ships in the River, and rid now round the Shore, and had by this time
secur’d the Sandy Beach, and Landed men to Fire the Town, but that
they are high in Drink aboard the Ship call’d the Good Subject; the
Master of her sent me to let your Honours know, that a few men sent to
his assistance will surprize them, and retake the Ships.

Well.

Now, Gentlemen, here’s a brave occasion for Emulation—why
writ not the Master?

Dull.

Ay, had he writ, I had soon been amongst them i’faith; but
this is some Plot to betray us.

Sea.

Keep me here, and kill me if it be not true.

Down.

He says well――there’s a Brigantine and a Shallop ready, I’le
Embark immediately.

Friend.

No Sir, your presence is here more necessary, let me have the
Honour of the Expedition.

Haz.

I’le go your Volentier Charles.

Well.

Who else offers to go.

Whim.

A meer trick to Kidnap us, by Bacon,— if the Captain had
writ――

Tim.

Ay, ay, if he had writ――

Well.

I see you’re all base Cowards, and here Cashier ye from all
Commands and Offices.

Whim.

Look ye Collonel, you may do what you please, but you lose
one of the best drest Officers in your whole Camp, Sir――

Tim.

and in me, such a Head Piece.

Whiff.

I’le say nothing, but let the State want me.

Dull.

For my part I am weary of weighty affairs.In this while
Wellman, Down. Friend. and Haz. talk.

Well.

Command what Men you please, but Expedition makes you half
a Conqueror.Exit Friend. and Haz.

Enter another Seaman with a Letter, gives it to Downright, he and
Wellman Read it.

Down.

Look ye now Gentlemen the Master has writ.

Dull.

Has he――he might have writ sooner, while I was in Command,
—if he had—

Whim.

Ay Major――if he had—but let them miss us—

Well.

Collonel hast with your Men and Reinforce the Beach, while I follow f1r 33
follow with the Horse;—Mr. Dunce pray let that Proclamation be
Read concerning Bacon, to the Souldiers.

Dun.

It shall be done Sir, Exit Down. and Well. The Scene opens
and discovers a Body of Souldiers.

Gentlemen how simply you look now.

Tim.

Why Mr. Parson I have a scruple of Conscience upon me.
I am considering whether it be Lawful to Kill, tho it be in War; I have
a great aversion to’t, and hope it proceeds from Religion.

Whiff.

I remember the Fit took you just so, when the Dutch Besieged
us, for you cou’d not then be perswaded to strike a stroke.

Tim.

Ay, that was because they were Protestants as we are, but Gads
Zoors had they been Dutch Papists I had maul’d them? but Conscience—

Whim.

I have been a Justice of Peace this six years and never had a conscience
in my Life.

Tim.

Nor I neither, but in this damn’d thing of Fighting.

Dun.

Gentlemen I am Commanded to read the Declaration of the
Honourable Council to you.To the Souldiers.

All

Hum hum hum—

Booz.

Silence—silence――Dunce reads.

Dun.

By an order of Council dated 1670-05-10May the 10 th 1670: to all Gentlemen
Souldiers, Marchants, Planters, and whom else it may concern.
Whereas Bacon, contrary to Law and Equity, has to satisfie his own
Ambition taken up Arms, with a pretence to fight the Indians, but indeed
to molest and enslave the whole Colony, and to take away their Liberties
and Properties; this is to declare, that whoever shall bring this Traytor
Dead or alive to the Council shall have three hundred Pounds reward:
And so God save the King.

All.

A Councel, a Councel! Hah— Hollow. Enter a Souldier hastily.

Sould.

Stand to your Arms Gentlemen, stand to your Arms, Bacon is
Marching this way.

Dun.

Hah — what numbers has he?

Soul.

About a hundred Horse, in his March he has surpriz’d Collonel
Downright
, and taken him Prisoner.

All.

Let’s fall on Bacon— let’s fall on Bacon hay ―― Hollow.

Booz.

We’ll hear him speak first —and see what he can say for himself.

All.

Ay, ay, we’l hear Bacon speak—Dunce pleads with them.

Tim.

Well Major I have found a Strategem shall make us four the
Greatest Men in the Colony, we’ll surrender our selves to Bacon and say
we Disbanded on purpose.

Dull.

Good――

Whiff.

Why, I had no other design in the World in refusing to Fight.

Whim.

Nor I, d’e think I wou’d have excus’d it with the fear of disordering
my Cravat String else――

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Dun.

Why Gentlemen, he designs to Fire James Town; Murder you
all, and then lye with your Wives, and will you slip this opportunity of
seizing him?

Boo.

Here’s a Tarmagant Rogue Neighbours— we’ll Hang the Dog.

All.

Ay, Ay, hang Bacon, hang Bacon.

Enter Bacon, and Fearless, some Souldiers leading in Downright bound, Bacon
stands and stares a while on the Regiments, who are silent all.

Bac.

Well Gentlemen—in order to your fine Declaration you see I
come to render my self――

Dun.

How came he to know of our Declaration?

Whim.

Rogues, Rogues among our selves—that inform.

Bac.

What are ye silent all,—not a Man lift his Hand in Obedience
to the Council to Murder this Traytor, that has exposed his Life so often
for you? Hah what not for three hundred Pound,—you see I’ve left
my Troops behind, and come all wearied with the Toyles of War, worn
out by Summers heats and Winters colds, March’d tedious Days and
Nights thro Fogs and Fens as dangerous as your Clamors, and as Faithless,
—what tho ’twas to preserve you all in safety, no matter, you shou’d
obey the Grateful Council, and Kill this honest Man that has defended
you?

All.

Hum, hum hum.

Whiff.

The General speaks like a Gorgon.

Tim.

Like a Cherubin, Man.

Bac.

All silent yet ―― where’s that mighty Courage that cryed so
loud but now? A Council a Council, where is your Resolution, cannot
three hundred Pound Excite your Valour, to seize that Traytor Bacon
who has bled for you? ――

All.

A Bacon, a Bacon, a Bacon.――Hollow.

Dow.

Oh Villanous Cowards—Oh the Faithless Multitude!

Bac.

What say you Parson—you have a forward Zeal?

Dun.

I wish my Coat Sir did not hinder me, from acting as becomes
my Zeal and DutyDuty.

Whim.

A Plaguy Rugid Dog—that Parson—

Bac.

Fearless seize me that canting Knave from out the Herd, and next
those Honourable Officers Points to Dull. Whim. Whiff. and Tim..

Fearless seizes them, and gives them to the Souldiers, and takes the Proclamation
from Dunce, and shews Bacon, they read it.

Dull.

Seize us, Sir, you shall not need, we laid down our Commissions
on purpose to come over to your Honour.

Whiff.

We ever lov’d and honour’d your Honour.

Tim.

So intirely, Sir――that I wish I were safe in James Town for
your sake, and your Honour were hang’d.Aside.

Bac.

This fine Piece is of your Penning Parson—though it be countenanc’dtenanc’d f2r 35
by the Councils Names――Oh in gratitude――Burn—
Burn the Treacherous Town―― Fire it immediately――

Whim.

We’ll obey you, Sir――

Whiff.

Ay, ay, we’ll make a Bonfire on’t, and Drink your Honours
Health round about it.They offer to go.

Bac.

Yet hold, my Revenge shall be more Merciful, I ordered that
all the Women of Rank shall be seiz’d and brought to my Camp. I’ll
make their Husbands pay their Ransoms dearly; they’d rather have their
Hearts bleed than their Purses.

Fear.

Dear General, let me have the seizing of Collonel Downright’s
Daughter; I would fain be Plundering for a Trifle call’d a Maiden-head.

Bac.

On pain of Death treat them with all respect; assure them of
the safety of their Honour. Now, all that will follow me, shall find a
welcom, and those that will not may depart in Peace.

All.

Hay, a General, a General, a General.

Some Souldiers go off, some go to the side of Bacon. Enter Dareing and Souldiers with Chrisante, Surelove, Mrs. Whim.
and Mrs. Whiff, and several other Women.

Bac.

Successful Dareing welcome, what Prizes have ye?

Dare.

The Fairest in the World Sir, I’m not for common Plunder.

Down.

Hah, my Daughter and my Kinswoman!――

Bac.

’Tis not with Women Sir, nor honest Men like you that I intend
to Combat; not their own Parents shall not be more indulgent, nor
better safeguard to their Honours Sir: But ’tis to save the Expence of
Blood, I seize on their most valu’d Prizes

Down.

But Sir, I know your wild Lieutenant General has long lov’d
my Chrisante, and perhaps, will take this time to force her to consent.

Dare.

I own I have a Passion for Chrisante, yet by my Generals Life—
or her fair self—what now I Act is on the score of War, I scorn to
force the Maid I do adore.

Bac.

Believe me Ladies, you shall have Honourable Treatment here.

Chris.

We do not doubt it Sir, either from you or Dareing, if he Love
me――hat will secure my Honour, or if he do not, he’s to brave to
injure me.

Dare.

I thank you for your just opinion of me, Madam.

Chris.

But Sir, ’tis for my Father I must plead; to see his Reverend
Hands in Serval Chains—and then perhaps if stubborn to your will,
his Head must fall a Victim to your Anger.

Down.

No my good Pious Girl, I cannot fear Ignoble usage from the
General――And if thy Beauty can preserve thy Fame, I shall not
mourn in my Captivity.

Bac.

I’le ne’re deceive your kind opinion of me―― Ladies I hope
you’re all of that opinion to.

F2F2 Surel. f2v 36

Surel.

If seizing us Sir can advance your Honour, or be of any use
considerable to you, I shall be proud of such a slavery.

Mrs. Whim.

I hope Sir we shan’t be Ravish’d in your Camp.

Dare.

Fie Mrs. Whimsey, do Souldiers use to Ravish?

Mrs. Whiff.

Ravish—marry I fear ’em not, I’de have em know I
scorn to be Ravish’d by any Man!

Fear.

Ay a my Conscience Mrs Whiff, you are too good natur’d.

Dare.

Madam, I hope you’l give me leave to name Love to you, and
try by all sub misive ways to win your heart?

Chris.

Do your worst Sir, I give you leave, if you assail me only with
your Tongue.

Dare.

That’s generous and brave, and I’le requite it.

Enter Souldier in haste.

Soul.

The Truce being ended, Sir, the Indians grow so insolent as to
attack us eveneven in our Camp, and have kill’d several of our Men.

Bac.

’Tis time to check their boldness, Dareing haste draw up our
Men in order, to give ’em Battel, I rather had expected their submission.
The Country now may see what they’re to fear,Since we that are in Arms are not secure.

Exeunt leading the Ladies.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

A Temple, with an Indian God placed upon it, Priests
and Priestesses attending; enter Indian King on one side attended
by Indian Men, the Queen Enters on the other side with Women,
all bow to the Idol, and divide on each side of the Stage, then the
Musick Playing lowder, the Priest and Pristesses Dance about the
Idol, with ridiculous Postures, and crying (as for Incantations.)
Thrice repeated, Agah Yerkin, Agah Boah, Sulen Tawarapah,
Sulen Tawarapah.


After this soft Musick plays again, then they Sing something fine, after which
the Priests lead the King to the Altar, and the Priestesses, the Queen, they
take off little Crowns from their Heads, and offer them at the Alter.

King.

Invoke the God, of our Quiocto to declare, what the Event
shall be of this our last War against the English General.

Soft Musick ceases. The f3r 37 The Musick changes to confused Tunes, to which the Priest and Pristess Dance
Antickly Singing between; the same Incantation as before, and then Dance
again, and so invoke again alternately: Which Dance ended a Voice behind
the Alter cries, while soft Musick Play――

Voice behind the Alter[Speaker label not present in original source]

The English General shall be, A Captive to his Enemy; And you from all your Toyls be freed, When by your hand the Foe shall bleed: And ere the Sun’s swift course be run, This mighty Conquest, shall be won.

King.

I thank the Gods for taking care of us, prepare new Sacrifice
against the Evening, when I return a Conqueror, I will my self perform
The Office of a Priest.

Queen.

Oh Sir, I fear you’l fall a Victim first.

King.

What means Semernia, why are thy looks so Pale?

Queen.

Alas the Oracles have double meanings, their sence is doubtful,
and their words Inigma’s, I fear Sir I cou’d make a truer interpritation—

King.

How Semernia! by all thy Love I charge thee as you respect
my Life, to let me know your thoughts.

Queen.

Last Night I Dream’d a Lyon fell with Hunger, spight of your
Guards slew you, and bore you hence.

King.

This is thy Sexes fear, and no interpretation of the Oracle.

Queen.

I cou’d convince you farther.

King.

Hast thou a secret thou canst keep from me? Thy Soul a
thought that I must be strangerstranger too? This is not like the Justice of
Semernia, come unriddle me the Oracle.

Queen.

The English General shall be, a captive to his Enemy; he is
so Sir already to my Beauty, he says he languishes for Love of me.

King.

Hah—the General my Rival—but go on—

Queen.

And you from all your War be freed: Oh let me not explain
that fatal line, for fear it mean, you shall be freed by Death.

King.

What, when by my hand the Foe shall bleed?—away—it
cannot be—

Queen.

No doubt my Lord, you’l bravely sell your Life, and deal
some wounds where you’l receive so many.

King.

’Tis Love Semernia makes thee Dream, while waking I’le trust
the Gods, and am resolved for Battel.

Enter an Indian.

Ind.

Hast, Hast Great Sir to Arms, Bacon with all his Forces is prepar’d,
and both the Armies ready to engage.

King.

Hast to my General bid him charge em instantly, I’le bring up
the supplys of stout Teroomians, those so well skill’d in the Envenom’d
Arrow,Exit Indian――Semernia—words but poorly do express the f3v 38
the griefs of parting Lovers—’tis with dying Eyes, and a Heart trembling
—thus――Puts her Hand on his Heart. They take a heavy leave,
—one parting Kiss, and one Love pressing sigh, and then farewel—
but not a long farewel; I shall return Victorious to thy arms,—commend
me to the Gods and still remember me.Ex. King.

Queen.

Alas! What pitty ’tis I saw the General, before my Fate had
given me to the King—but now―― like those that change their Gods,
my faithless mind ’twixt two opinions wavers; while to the Gods my
Monarch I commend; my wandring thoughts in pitty of the General
makes that zeal cold, declin’d――ineffectual;――If for the General I,
implore the Deieties, methinks my Prayers shou’d not ascend the Skies
since Honour tells me ’tis an impious zeal. Which way so over my Devotion move,I am too wretched to be heard above.

Goes in, all Exeunt.

Scene II.

Shows a Field of Tents, seen at some distance thro’
the Trees of a Wood, Drums, Trumpets and the noise of Battel with hollowing.
The Indians are seen with Battle-Axis to Retreat Fighting from the English
and all go off, when they Re-enter immediately beating back the English,
the Indian King at the head of his Men, with Bows and Arrows; Dareing
being at the head of the English: They Fight off; the noise continues less
loud as more at distance.
Enter Bacon with his Sword drawn, meets Fearless with his Sword drawn.

Fear.

Hast, hast Sir to the Entrance of the Wood, Dareings Engaged
past hope of a retreat, ventring too far, persuing of the Foe; the King
in Ambush with his Poyson’d Archers, fell on and now we’re dangerously
distrest.

Bac.

Dareing is Brave, but, he’s withal, too rash, come on and follow
me to his Assistance—Go out.

A hollowing within, the Fight renews, Enter the Indians Beaten back by Bacon,
Dareing and Fearless, they Fight off, the noise of Fighting continues
a while, this still behind the Wood.
Enter Indians Flying over the Stage, pursu’d by the King.

King.

Turn, turn ye fugitive slaves, and face the Enemy; Oh Villains,
Cowards, Deaf to all Command, by Heaven I had my Rival my in view
and Aim’d at nothing but my Conquering him—now like a Coward I
must fly with Cowards, or like a desperate Mad-Man fall, thus singly
midst the numbers.Follow the Indians.

Enter Bacon inrag’d with his Sword drawn, Fearless, and Dareing
following him.

Bac.

—Where is the King, Oh ye perfidious Slaves, how have you hid f4r 39
hid from my just Revenge—search all the Brakes, the Fuzes and the
Trees, and let him not escape on Pain of Death.

Dare.

We cannot do wonders Sir.

Bac.

But you can run away—

Dare.

Yes, when we see occasion—yet—shou’d any but my General
tell me so—by Heaven he shou’d find I were no starter.

Bac.

Forgive me, I’m Mad— the Kings escap’d, hid like a trembling
slave in some close Ditch, where he will sooner starve than Fight it
out.

Re-enter Indians running over the Stage, pursued by the King who shoots
them as they Fly, some few follow him.

King.

All’s lost—the day is lost—and I’m betray’d—Oh Slaves,
that even Wounds can’t Animate.In Rage.

Bac.

The King!

King.

The General here, by all the Powers betray’d by my own Men.

Bac.

Abandon’d as thou art I scorn to take thee basely, you shall have
Souldiers chance Sir for your Life, since chance so luckily has brought
us hither; without more aids we will dispute the day: this spot of
Earth bears both our Armies Fates, I’le give you back the Victory I
have won, and thus begin a new, on equal terms.

King.

That’s Nobly said—the Powers have heard my wish! You
Sir first taught me how to use a Sword, which heretofore has serv’d me
with success, but now—’tis for Semernia that it draws, a prize more
valu’d than my Kingdom, Sir――

Bac.

Hah Semernia!

King.

Your Blushes do betray your Passion for her.

Dar.

’Sdeath have we Fought for this, to expose the Victor to the
Conquer’d Foe?

Fea.

What Fight a single Man— our Prize already.

King.

Not so young Man while I command a Dart.

Bac.

Fight him, by Heaven no reason shall disswade me, and he that
interrupts me is a Coward, whatever be my Fate, I do command ye
to let the King pass freely to his Tents.

Dar.

The Devils in the General.

Fea.

’Sdeath his Romantick humour will undo us.They Fight and pause.

King.

You Fight as if you meant to outdo me this way, as you have
done in Generosity.

Bac.

You’re not behind hand with me Sir in courtesie, come here’s to
set us even—Fight again.

King.

You bleed apace.

Bac.

You’ve only Breath’d a Vein, and given me new Health and Vigour
by it.They Fight again, Wounds on bothsides, the King staggers,
Bacon takes him in his Arms, the King drops his Sword:
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How do you Sir?

King.

Like one—that’s hovering between Heaven and Earth, I’m—
mounting—somewhere—upwards—but giddy with my flight,—I know
not where.

Bac.

Command my Surgions,—instantly—make haste Honour returns
and Love all Bleeding’s fled.Ex. Fearless.

King.

Oh Semernia, how much more truth had thy Divinity than the
Predictions of the flattering Oracles. Commend me to her ――I know
you’l—visit—your Fair Captive Sir, and tell her—oh—but Death prevents
the rest.Dies.

Enter Fearless.

Bac.

He’s gone—and now like sar I cou’d weep over the Hero I
my self destroy’d.

Fea.

I’m glad for your repose I see him there—’twas a Mad hot Brain’d
Youth and so he dy’d.

Bac.

Come bear him on your Shoulders to my Tent, from whence
with all the solemn state we can, we will convey him to his own
Pavillion.

Enter a Souldier.

Sould.

Some of our Troops pursuing of the Enemy even to their
Temples, which they made their Sanctuary, finding the Queen at her
Devotion there with all her Indian Ladies, I’d much ado to stop their
violent rage from setting fire to the Holy Pile.

Bac.

Hang em immediately that durst attempt it, while I my self will
flye to rescue her.

Goes out, they bear off the Kings Body, Ex. all. Enter Whimsey, pulling in Whiff, with a Halter about his Neck.

Whim.

Nay I’m resolv’d to keep thee here till his Honour the General
comes,—what to call him Traytor, and run away after he had so
generously given us our freedom, and Lifted us Cadees for the next command
that fell in his Army;—I’m resolv’d to Hang thee—

Whiff.

Wilt thou betray and Peach they Friend: Thy Friend that kept
thee Company all the while thou wert a Prisoner――Drinking at my
own charge.—

Whim.

No matter for that, I scorn Ingratitude and therefore will
Hang thee――but as for thy drinking with me—I scorn to be behind
hand with thee in Civility and therefore here’s to thee.

Takes a
Bottle of Brandy out of his Pocket, Drinks.

Whiff.

I can’t drink.

Whim.

A certain sign thou wo’t be Hang’d.

Whiff.

You us’d to be a my side when a Justice, let the cause be how it
wou’d.Weeps.

Whim.

Ay—when I was a Justice I never minded Honesty, but now
I’le be true to my General, and Hang thee to be a great man.—

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Whiff.

If I might but have a fair Tryal for my Life—

Whim.

A fair Tryal――come I’le be thy Judge—and if thou can’st
clear thy self by Law I’le acquit thee, Sirrah, Sirrah, what can’st thou say
for thy self for calling his Honour Rebel?Sits on a Drum Head.

Whiff.

’Twas when I was Drunk an’t like your Honour.

Whim.

That’s no Plea, for if you kill a Man when you are Sober you
must be Hang’d when you are Drunk, hast thou any thing else to say for
thy self, why Sentence may not pass upon thee?

Whiff.

I desire the Benefit of the Clergy.

Whim.

The Clergy, I never knew any body that ever did benefit by
em, why thou canst not read a word?

Whiff.

Transportation then—

Whim.

It shall be to England then—but hold—who’s this?

Dullman creeping from a Bush.

Dull.

So the dangers over, I may venture out, —Pox on’t I would
not be in this fear again, to be LordEnter Timerous with Battle Ax,
Bow and Arrows, and Feathers on
his Head.

Chief Justice of our Court. Why
how now Cornet—what in dreadful
Equipage? Your Battle Ax Bloody, with Bow and Arrows?

Tim.

I’m in the posture of the times Major—I wou’d not be Idle where
so much Action was, I’m going to present my self to the General with
these Trophies of my Victory here—

Dull.

Victory—what Victory—did not see thee creeping out of
yonder Bush, where thou weret hid all the Fight—stumble on a Dead
Indian, and take away his Arms?

Tim.

Why, didst thou see me?

Dull.

See thee Ay—and what a fright thou wert in, till thou wert sure
he was Dead.

Tim.

Well, well, that’s all one—Gads zoors if every Man that pass for
Valiant in a Battel, were to give an account how he gain’d his Reputation,
the World wou’d be but thinly stock’d with Heroes, I’le say he was
a great War Captain, and that I Kill’d him hand to hand, and who can
disprove me?

Dull.

Disprove thee—why that Pale face of thine, that has so much
of the Coward in’t.

Tim.

Shaw that’s with loss of Blood— Hah I am overheard I doubt—
who’s yonder— Sees Whim. and Whiff. how Brother Whiff in a
Hempen Cravat String?

Whim.

He call’d the General Traytor and was running away, and I’m
resolved to Peach.

Dull.

Hum—and one witness will stand good in Law, in case of
Treason—

Tim.

Gads zoors in case of Treason he’l be Hang’d if it be proved against G him g1v 42
him, were there ne’re a witness at all, but he must try’d by a Councel
of War Man—come, come let’s disarm him――They take away
his Arms, and pull a Bottle of Brandy out of his Pockets.

Whiff.

What, I hope you will not take away my Brandy Gentlemen,
my last comfort.

Tim.

Gads zoors it’s come in good time—we’l Drink it off, here
Major――Drinks, Whiff takes him aside.

Whiff.

Hark ye Cornet—you are my good Friend, get this matter
made up before it come to the General.

Tim.

But this is Treason Neighbor.

Whiff.

If I Hang—I’le declare upon the Ladder, how you kill’d your
War Captain.

Tim.

Come Brother Whimsey —we have been all Friends and loving
Magistrates together, let’s Drink about, and think no more of this business.

Dull.

Ay, ay, if every sober man in the Nation, should be call’d to
account of the Treason he speaks in’s Drink the Lord have mercy upon
us all ――put it up—and let us like loving Brothers take an honest
resolution to run away together; for this same “Frightal” minds nothing
but Fighting.

Whim.

I’m content, provided we go all to the Council and tell them
(to make our Peace) we went in obedience to the Proclamation to kill
Bacon, but the Traytor was so strongly guarded we could not effect it,
but Mum――who’s here――To them, Enter Ranter and Jenny,
as Man and Footman.

Rant.

Hah, our four Reverend Justices—I hope the Blockheads will
not know me—Gentlemen, can you direct me to Lieutenant General
Dareings
Tents.

Whiff.

Hum, who the Devil’s this—that’s he you see coming
this way, ’Sdeath yonders Dareing――Let’s slip away before he advances.Exeunt
all but Ranter and Jenny.

Jen.

I am fear’d with those dead Bodies we have past over, for God’s
sake Madam, let me know your design in coming.

Rant.

Why? now I’le tell thee――my damn’d mad Fellow Dareing
who has my heart and soul—Loves Chrisante, has stolen her, and carryed
her away to his Tents, she hates him, while I am dying for him.

Jen.

Dying Madam! I never saw you melancholy.

Rant.

Pox on’t no, why should I sigh and whine, and make my self an
Ass, and him conceited, no, instead of snevelling I’m resolv’d—

Jen.

What Madam?

Rant.

Gad to beat the Rascal, and bring of Chrisante.

Jen.

Beat him Madam? What a woman beat a Lieutenant General.

Rant.

Hang ’em, they get a name in War, from command, not courage;
how know I but I may fight, Gad I have known a Fellow kickt from g2r 43
from one end of the Town to t’other, believing himself a Coward, at last
forc’d to fight, found he could, got a Reputation and bullyed all he met
with, and got a name, and a great Commission.

Jen.

But if he should kill you Madam?

Rant.

I’le take care to make it as Comical a Duel as the best of ’em, as
much in Love as I am, I do not intend to dy it’s Martyr.

Enter Dareing and Fearless.

Fear.

Have you seen Chrysante since the fight?

Dar.

Yes, but she is still the same; as nice and coy as Fortune, when
she’s courted by the wretched, yet she denys me, so obligingly she keeps
my Love still in its humble Calm.

Rant.

Can you direct me Sir, to one Dareings Tent:Sullenly.

Dar.

One Dareing—he has another Epithet to his name?

Ran.

What’s that, Rascal, or Coward?

Dar.

Hah, which of thy Stars young man has sent thee hither, to find
that certain Fate they have decreed.

Ran.

I know not what my Stars have decreed, but I shall be glad if
they have ordain’d me to Fight with Dareing, ――by thy concern thou
shou’dst be he?

Dar.

I am, prithee who art thou?

Ran.

Thy Rival, tho newly arriv’d from England, and came to Marry
fair Chrisante, whom thou hast Ravish’d, for whom I hear another Lady
Dies.

Dar.

Dies for me?

Ran.

Therefore resign her fairly—or fight me fairly――

Dar.

Come on Sir—but hold—before I kill thee, prithee inform
me who this Dying Lady is?

Ran.

Sir I owe ye no Courtesie, and therefore will do you none by
telling you—come Sir for Chrisante—draws.They offer to Fight.
Fearless steps in.

Fea.

Hold — what mad Frolicks this? —Sir you Fight for one
you never saw to Ranter and you for one that Loves you not To Dare.

Dar.

Perhaps she’l Love him as little.

Ran.

Gad put it to the Tryal, if you dare—if thou be’st Generous
bring me to her, and whom she does neglect shall give the other Place.

Dar.

That’s fair put up thy Sword—I’le bring thee to her instantly.Exeunt.

Scene

a Tent; Enter Chrisante and Surelove.

Chri.

I’m not so much afflicted for my confinement as I am, that I
cannot hear of Friendly.

Sure.

Art not persecuted with Dareing?

Cri.

Not at all, tho he tells me daily of his Passion I rally him, and
give him neither hope nor despair,—he’s here.

G2 Enter. g2v 44 Enter Dareing Fear. Rant. and Jenny.

Dare.

Madam, the Complaisance I show in bringing you my Rival,
will let you see how glad I am to oblige you every way.

Ran.

I hope the danger I have expos’d my self too for the Honour of
kissing your hand Madam, will render me something acceptable――
here are my Credentials――Gives her a Letter.

Cri.

(Reads) Dear Creature, I have taken this habit to free you from
an impertinent Lover, and to secure the Damn’d Rogue Dareing to my
self, receive me as sent by Collonel Surelove from England to Marry you
—favour me—no more—your Ranter—Hah Ranter? Aside
—Sir you have too good a Character from my Cousin Collonel Surelove,
not to receive my welcome.Gives Surelove the Letter.

Ran.

Stand by General――Pushes away DarelingDareing and looks big,
and takes Chrisante by the hand and kisses it.

Dar.

’Sdeath Sir there’s room—enough—at first sight so kind?
Oh Youth—Youth and Impudence, what Temptations are you—to
Villanous Woman.

Chri.

I confess Sir we Women do not Love these rough Fighting Fellows,
they’re always scaring us with one Broil or other.

Dar.

Much good may do you with your tame Coxcomb.

Ran.

Well Sir, then you yield the Prize?

Dar.

Ay Gad, were she an Angel, that can prefer such a callow Fop
as thou before a man —take her an domineer.They all laugh.
—’Sdeath am I grown Ridiculous.

Fear.

Why hast thou not found the Jest? by Heaven ’tis Ranter, ’tis
she that loves you, carry on the humour. aside Faith Sir, if I
were you, I would devote my self to Madam Ranter.

Chri.

Ay, she’s the fittest Wife for you, she’ll fit your Humour.

Dar.

Ranter—Gad I’d sooner marry a She Bear, unless for a Pennance
for some horrid Sin, we should be eternally challenging one another to
the Field, and ten to one she beats me there; or if I should escape there,
she would kill me with Drinking.

Ran.

Here’s a Rogue—does your Country abound with such Ladies?

Dar.

The Lord forbid, half a dozen wou’d ruine the Land, debauch
all the men, and scandalize all the women.

Fear.

No matter, she’s rich.

Dar.

Ay that will make her Insolent.

Fea.

Nay she’s generous too.

Dar.

Yes when she’s Drunk, and then she’l lavish all.

Ran.

A Pox on him—how he vexes me.

Dar.

Then such a Tongue—she’l rail and smoak till she choak again
then six Gallons of Punch hardly recovers her, and never but then is she
good Natur’d.

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Ran.

I must lay him on――

Dar.

There’s not a Blockhead in the Country that has not――

Ran.

――What—

Dar.

――Been drunk with her.

Ran.

I thought you had meant something else Sir.In huff.

Dar.

Nay—as for that—I suppose there’s no great difficulty.

Ran.

’Sdeath Sir you lye—and you’re a Son of a Whore.Draws
and Fences with him, and he runs back round the Stage.

Dar.

Hold—hold Virago—dear Widow hold, and give me thy hand.

Ran.

Widow!

Dar.

’Sdeath I knew thee by instinct Widow tho I seem’d not to do so,
in revenge for the trick you put on me in telling me a Lady dy’d for me.

Ran.

Why, such an one there is, perhaps she may dwindle forty or
fifty years—or so—but will never be her own Woman again that’s
certain.

Sure.

This we are all ready to testifie, we know her.

Chri.

Upon my Life tis true.

Dar.

Widow I have a shrewd suspicion, that you your self may be this
dying Lady.

Ran.

Why so Coxcomb?

Dar.

Because you took such pains to put your self into my hands.

Ran.

Gad if your heart were but half so true as your guess, we should
conclude a Peace before Bacon and the Council will—besides this thing
whines for Friendly and there’s no hopes.To Chrisante.

Dar.

Give me thy hand Widow, I am thine—and so intirely, I will
never—be drunk out of thy Company—Dunce is in my Tnet—prithee
let’s in and bind the bargain.

Ran.

Nay, faith, let’s see the Wars at an end, first.

Dar.

May, prithee, take me in the humour, while thy Breeches are
on—for I never lik’d thee half so well in Petticoats.

Ran.

Lead on General, you give me good incouragement to wear
them.

Exeunt.
ACT g3v 46

Act V. Scene I.

The Sevana in sight of the Camp; the Moon rises.
Enter Friendly, Hazard and Boozer, and a Party of Men.

Fr.

We we are now in the sight of the Tents.

Booz.

Is not this a rash attempt, Gentlemen, with so small Force
to set upon Bacons whole Army?

Haz.

Oh, they are drunk with Victory and Wine; there will be
naught but Revelling to Night.

Fr.

Would we cou’d learn in wha Quarter the Ladies are lodg’d, for we
have no other business but to release them――but hark—who comes
here?

Booz.

Some Scouts, I fear, from the Enemy.

Enter Dullman, Tim. Whim. and Whiff., creeping as in the dark.

Fr.

Let’s shelter our selves behind yonder Trees—lest we be surpriz’d.

Tim.

Wou’d I were well at home—Gad Zoors—if e’re you catch
me a Cadeeing again, I’ll be content to be set in the fore-front of the Battel
for Hawks Meat.

Whim.

Thou’rt affraid of every Bush.

Tim.

Ay, and good Reason too: Gad Zoors, there may be Rogues
hid ――prithee Major, do thou advance.

Dull.

No, no, go on—no matter of ceremony in these cases of running
away.They advance.

Fr.

They approach directly to us, we cannot escape them—their
numbers are not great —let us advance.They come up to them.

Tim.

Oh, I am annihilated.

Whiff.

Some of “Frightall’s” Scouts; we are lost men.They push each
other foremost.

Whim.

Oh, they’ll give us no Quarter; ’twas long of you Cornet,
that we ran away from our Colours.

Tim.

Me――’twas the Majors Ambition here—to make himself
a great Man with the Council again.

Dull.

Pox o’ this Ambition, it has been the ruin of many a Gallant
Fellow.

Whiff.

If I get home again, the height of mine shall be to top Tobacco;
would I’d some Brandy.

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Tim.

Gads Zoors, would we had, ’tis the best Armour against fear—
hum—I hear no body now—prithee advance a little.

Whim.

What, before a Horse Officer?

Fr.

Stand on your Lives――

Tim.

Oh, ’tis impossible—I am dead already.

Fr.

What are ye—speak—or I’ll shoot?

Whim.

Friends to thee――who the Devil are we friends too?

Tim.

E’ne who you please, Gad Zoors.

Fr.

Hah――Gad Zoors――who’s there, Timerous?

Tim.

Hum—I know no such Scoundrel――Gets behind.

Dull.

Hah—that’s Friendly’s Voice.

Fr.

Right――thine’s that of Dullman――who’s with you?

Dull.

Only Timerous, Whimsey and Whiff, all Valiantly running away
from the Arch Rebel that took us Prisoners.

Haz.

Can you inform us where the Ladies are lodg’d?

Dull.

In the hither Quarter in Dareings Tents; you’ll know them by
Lanthorns on every corner――there was never better time to surprize
them――for this day Dareing’s Marry’d, and there’s nothing but Dancing
and Drinking.

Haz.

Married! To whom?

Dull.

That I ne’r inquir’d.

Fr.

’Tis to Chrisante, Friend――and the reward of my attempt is
lost. Oh, I am mad, I’ll fight away my life, and my dispair shall yet
do greater wonders, than even my Love would animate me too. Let’s
part our Men, and beset his Tents on both sides.Friendly goes out
with a Party.

Haz.

Come, Gentlemen, let’s on—

Whiff.

On Sir――we on Sir?――

Haz.

Ay, you on, Sir――to redeem the Ladies

Whiff.

Oh, Sir, I am going home for money to redeem my Nancy.

Whim.

So am I, Sir.

Tim.

I thank my Stars I am a Batchellor――Why, what a plague
is a Wife?

Haz.

Will you March forward?

Dull.

We have atchiev’d Honour enough already, in having made our
Campaign here――Looking big.

Haz.

’Sdeath, but you shall go—put them in the front, and prick
them on—if they offer to turn back run them through.

Tim.

Oh, horrid――The Souldiers prick them on with their Swords.

Whiff.

Oh, Nancy, thy Dream will yet come to pass.

Haz.

Will you advance, Sir?Pricks Whiff.

Whiff.

Why, so we do, Sir; the Devil’s in these fighting Fellows.Ex.
An Alarm at a distance.

Within.

To Arms, to Arms, the Enemy’s upon us.

Dar. g4v 48 A noise of fighting, after which enters Friendly with his Party, retreating and
fighting, from Dareing and some Souldiers, Ranter fighting like a Fury by
his side, he putting her back in vain; they fight out. Re-enter Daring with
Friendly all bloody. Several Souldiers enter with Flambeaux.

Dar.

Now, Sir—what injury have I ever done you, that you should
use this Treachery against me?

Fr.

To take advantage any way in War, was never counted Treachery
――and had I Murder’d thee, I had not paid thee half the Debt
I owe thee.

Dar.

You bleed too much to hold too long a Parley—come to my
Tent, I’ll take a charitable care of thee.

Fr.

I scorn thy Courtesie, who against all the Laws of Honour and of
Justice, hast ravish’d innocent Ladies.

Dar.

Sir, your upbraiding of my Honour shall never make me forfeit
it, or esteem you less――Is there a Lady here you have a
Passion for?

Fr.

Yes, on a Nobler score than thou darest own.

Dar.

To let you see how you’re mistaken, Sir, who e’re that Lady be
whom you affect, I will resign, and give you both your Freedoms.

Fr.

Why, for this Courtesie, which shows thee brave, in the next
Fight I’le save thy Life, to quit the obligation.

Dar.

I thank you, Sir――come to my Tent――and when we’ve
drest your Wounds, and yielded up the Ladies, I’ll give you my Passport
for your safe conduct back, and tell your Friends i’th’ Town we’ll
Visit them i’th’ Morning.

Fr.

They’ll meet you on your way, Sir—

Dar.

Come, my young Souldier, now thou’st won my Soul.

An Alarm beats: Enter at another passage Boozer with all the Ladies; they
pass over the Stage, while Hazard, Downright, beating back a Party of
Souldiers. Dull. Tim. Whim and Whiff, prickt on by their Party to fight,
so that they lay about them like Madmen. Bacon, Fearless and Dareing
come in, rescue their men, and fight out the other Party, some falling dead,
Bacon, Fearless and Dareing return tired, with their Swords drawn.
Enter Souldier running.

Sould.

Return, Sir, where your Sword will be more useful—a Party
of Indians, taking advantage of the Night, have set Fire on your Tents,
and born away the Queen.

Bac.

Hah, the Queen! By Heaven this Victory shall cost them dear;
come, let us fly to rescue her.Goes out.

Scene changes to Wellman’s Tent. Enter Wellman, Brag, Grub and Officers.

Well.

I cannot sleep my Impatience is so great, to ingage this haughty
Enemy, before they have reposed their weary Limbs—is not yon
Ruddy Light the Mornings Dawn.

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Bragg.

’Tis, and please your Honour.

Well.

Is there no News of Friendly yet, and Hazard?

Bragg.

Not yet――’tis thought they left the Camp to Night, with
some design against the Enemy.

Well.

What Men have they?

Bragg.

Only Boozers Party, Sir.

Well.

I know they are brave, and mean to surprize me with some
handsom Action.Enter Friendly.

Fr.

I ask a thousand Pardons, Sir, for quitting the Camp without your
leave.

Well.

Your Conduct and your Courage cannot Err; I see thoust been
in action by thy Blood.

Fri.

Sir I’m ashamed to own these slender wounds, since without more
my luck was to be taken, while Hazard did alone effect the business; the
rescuing of the Ladies.

Well.

How got ye Liberty?

Fri.

By Dareings generosity, who sends you word he’l visit you this
Morning.

Well.

We are prepared to meet him.

Enter Downright, Hazard, Ladies, Whim. Whiff, Dullman, Tim. looking
big; Well Embraces Down. —

Well.

My worthy Friend how am I joyed to see you?

Dow.

We owe our Liberties to these brave Youths, who can do wonders
when they Fight for Ladies.

Tim.

With our assistance Ladies.

Whim.

For my part I’le not take it as I have done, Gad I find when I
am Damnable Angry I can beat both Friend and Foe.

Whiff.

When I fight for my Nancy here—adsfish I’m a Dragon.

Mrs. Whiff.

Lord you need not have been so hasty.

Frien.

Do not upbraid me with your Eyes Chrisante, but let these wounds
assure you I endeavour’d to serve you, tho Hazard had the Honour on’t.

Well.

But Ladies we’l not expose you in the Camp,—a Party of our
Men shall see you safely conducted to Madam Sureloves; ’tis but a little
Mile from our Camp.

Fri.

Let me have that Honour Sir.

Chri.

No, I conjure you let your wounds be drest, obey me if you
Love me, and Hazard shall conduct us home.

Well.

He had the Toyl, ’tis fit he have the recompence.

Whiff.

He the Toyl Sir, what did we stand for Cyphers?

Whim.

The very appearance I made in the front of the Battle, aw’d
the Enemy.

Tim.

Ay, Ay, Let the Enemy say how I maul’d ’em—but Gads zoors
I scorn to brag.

Well.

Since you’ve regain’d your Honour so Gloriously—I restore you
to your Commands, you lost by your seeming Cowardise.

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Dull.

Valour is not always in Humour, Sir.

Well.

Come Gentlemen, since they’re resolv’d to engage us, let’s set our
Men in order to receive ’em.

Exit all but the four Justices.

Tim.

Our Commissions again――you must be bragging, and see what
comes on’t; I was modest ye see and said nothing of my Prowess.

Whiff.

What a Devil, does the Collonel think we are made of iron, continually
to be beat on the Anvil?

Whim.

Look Gentlemen here’s two Evils—if we go we are dead Men
if we stay we are hang’d—and that will disorder my Cravat string—
therefore the least Evil is to go—and set a good Face on the matter as
I do—Goes out singing.

Scene, Enter Queen drest like an Indian Man, with a Bow
in her hand and Quiver at her Back, Anaria her Confidant disguis’d so too,
and about a Duzen Indians led by Cavaro.

Quee.

I tremble yet, dost think we’re safe Cavaro?

Cav.

Madam these Woods are intricate and vast; and twill be difficult
to find us out—or if they do, this habit will secure you from the fear of
being taken.

Quee.

Dost think if Bacon find us he will not know me? Alas my fears
and blushes will betray me.

Ana.

’Tis certain Madam if we stay we Perish; for all the Wood’s
surrounded by the Conqueror.

Quee.

Alas ’tis better we shou’d Perish here, than stay to expect the
violence of his Passion; To which my heart’s too sensibly inclin’d.

Ana.

Why do you not obey it’s dictates then, why do you fly the
Conqueror?

Quee.

Not fly—not fly the Murderer of my Lord?

Ana.

What world, what resolution can preserve you, and what he
cannot gain by soft submission, force will at last o’recome.

Quee.

I wish there were in Nature one excuse either by force or Reason
to compel me:—for oh Anaria—I adore this General,—take
from my Soul a Truth—till now conceal’d—at twelve years Old—
at the Pauwmungian Court I saw this Conqueror. I saw him young and
Gay as new born Spring, Glorious and Charming as the Mid-days Sun,
I watch’d his looks, and listned when he spoke, and thought him more
than Mortal.

Ana.

He has a graceful Form.

Quee.

At last a Fatal Match concluded was, between my Lord and me
I gave my Hand, but oh how far my heart was from consenting, the
angry Gods are witness.

Ana.

’Twas pity.

Quee.

Twelve teadious Moons I past in silent languishment; Honour
endeavouring to destroy my Love, but all in vain, for still my pain return’d
when ever I beheld my Conqueror, but now when I consider him as h2r 51
as Murderer of my LordFeircely I sigh and wish—some other
fatal hand had given him his Death—but now there’s a necessity I must
be brave and overcome my Heart: What if I do? ah whether shall
I fly, I have no Amazonian fire about me, all my Artillery is sighs and
Tears, the Earth my Bed, and Heaven my Canopy.

Weeps. After a noise of Fighting.

Hah, we are surpris’d, oh whether shall I fly? And yet methinks
a certain trembling joy, spight of my Soul, spight of my boasted Honour,
runs shivering round my heart.

Enter an Indian.

Ind.

Madam your out guards are surpriz’d by Bacon, who hews down
all before him, and demands the Queen with such a voice and Eyes so
Feirce and Angry, he kills with his looks.

Cav.

Draw up your Poyson’d Arrows to the head, and aim them at
his Heart, sure some will hit.

Quee.

Cruel Cavaro, ――wou’d ’twere fit for me to contradict thy
Justice.Asides.

Bac.

within. The Queen ye slaves, give me the Queen and live!

He Enters furiously beating back some Indians, Cavaro’s Party going to shoot,
the Queen runs in.

Quee.

Hold, hold, I do Command ye Bac. Flys on em as they shoot and
miss him, and fights like a fury, and wounds the Queen in the disorder;
beats them all out.

—hold thy commanding Hand, and do not kill me, who wou’d not hurt
thee to regain my Kingdom— He snatches her in his Arms she reels.

Bac.

Hah—a Womans Voice,—what art thou? Oh my fears!

Quee.

Thy hand has been too cruel to a Heart—whose Crime was
only tender thoughts for thee.

Bac.

The Queen! What is’t my Sacreligious hand has done?

Quee.

The noblest office of a Gallant Friend, thoust sav’d my Honour
and hast given me Death.

Bac.

Is’t possible! ye unregarding Gods is’t possible?

Quee.

Now I may Love you without Infamy, and please my Dying
Heart by gazing on you.

Bac.

Oh I am lost――for ever lost――I find my Brain turn with the
wild confusion.

Quee.

I faint— oh lay me gently on the Earth.Lays her down.

Bac.

Who wants—Turns in rage to his Men make of the Trophies
of the War a Pile, and set it all on Fire, that I may leap into consuming
Flames—while all my Tents are burning round about me. Wildly
Oh thou dear Prize for which alone I Toyl’d. Weeps and lyes down by her.

Enter Fearless with his Sword drawn.

Fea.

Hah on the Earth――how do you Sir?

Bac.

What wou’dst thou?

Fea.

Wellman with all the Forces he can gather attacks us even in our
very Camp, assist us Sir or all is lost.

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Bac.

Why prithee let him make the World his Prize, I have no business
with the Trifle now; it now contains nothing that’s worth my care, since
my fair Queen—is Dead,—and by my Hand.

Quee.

So charming and obliging is thy mone, that I cou’d wish for Life
to recompence it; but oh, Death falls—all cold—upon my Heart
like Mildews on the Blossoms.

Fea.

By Heaven Sir, this Love will ruin all—rise, rise and save us yet!

Bac.

Leave me, what e’re becomes of me—loose not thy share of
Glory—prithee leave me.

Qu.

Alas, I fear, thy Fate is drawing on, and I shall shortly meet thee
in the Clouds; till then ――farewel—even Death is pleasing to me,
while thus――I find it in thy Arms――Dies.

Bac.

There ends my Race of Glory and of Life.An Alarm at distance
――continues a while.

Bac.

Hah—Why should I idly whine away my life, since there are
Nobler ways to meet with Death?――Up, up, and face him then—
Hark—there’s the Souldiers knell――and all the Joys of Life—
with thee I bid farewel――Goes out. The Indians bear off
the Body of the Queen.

The alarm continues. Enter Downright, Wellman, and others, Swords drawn.

Well.

They fight like men possest—I did not think to have found them
so prepar’d.

Down.

They’ve good intelligence――but where’s the Rebel?

Well.

Sure he’s not in the fight, oh that it were my happy chance to
meet him, that while our men look on, we might dispatch the business
of the War.――Come, let’s fall in again now we have taken breath.

They go out: Enter Dareing and Fearless hastily, with their Swords drawn,
meet Whim, Whiff, with their Swords drawn, running away.

Dar.

How now, whether away?In anger.

Whim.

Hah, Dareing here— we are pursuing of the Enemy, Sir,
stop us not in the pursuit of Glory.Offer to go.

Dar.

Stay —I have not seen you in my ranks to day.

Whiff.

Lord, does your Honour take us for Starters?

Fear.

Yes, Sirrah, and believe you are now rubbing off—confess, or
I’ll run you through.

Whiff.

Oh Mercy, Sir, Mercy, we’ll confess.

Whim.

What will you confess――we were only going behind yon
Hedge to untruss a point; that’s all.

Whiff.

Ay, your Honours will smell out the truth if you keep us here
long.

Dar.

Here, carry them Prisoners to my Tent.Ex. Sould. with Wh. & Whiff.

Enter Ranter without a Hat, and Sword drawn. Daring angrily goes the other way.

Ran.

A Pox of all ill luck, how came I to lose Dareing in the fight? Ha— h3r 53
Hah—who’s here—Dullman and Timerous Dead— the Rogues are
Counterfeits—I’ll see what Moveables they have about them, all’s
Lawful Prize in War.Takes their Money, Watches and Rings: goes out.

Tim.

What, Rob the Dead?—Why, what will this Villanous
World come to.Clashing of Swords just as they were going to rise.

Enter Hazard bringing in Ranter.

Haz.

Thou cou’dst expect no other Fate Young man, thy hands are
yet too tender for a Sword.

Ran.

Thou look’st like a good natur’d Fellow, use me civilly, and
Dareing shall RansomRansom me.

Haz.

Doubt not a Generous Treatment.Goes out.

Dull.

So, the Coast is clear, I desire to remove my Quarters to some
place of more safety—They rise and go off.

Well.

’Twas this way Bacon fled. Enter Wellman and Souldiers hastily.
five hundred pound for him who finds the Rebel.Go out.

Scene changes to a Wood: Enter Bacon and Fearless, with their Swords
drawn, all bloody.

Bac.

’Tis Just, ye Gods! That when you took the Prize for which
I fought, Fortune and you should all abandon me.

Fear.

Oh fly Sir to some place of safe retreat, for there’s no mercy to
be hop’t if taken. What will you do, I know we are pursu’d, by Heaven
I will not dye a shameful Death.

Bac.

Oh they’ll have pitty on thy Youth and Bravery, but I’m above
their Pardon.A noise is heard.

Within.

This way—this way—hay—hallow.

Fear.

Alas Sir we’re undone—I’ll see which way they they take.Exit:

Bac.

So near! Nay then to my last shift. Undoes the Pomel of his Sword.
Come my good Poyson, like that of Hannibal, long I have born a noble
Remedy for all the ills of Life. Takes Poyson. I have too long surviv’d
my Queen and Glory, those two bright Stars that influenc’d my
Life are set to all Eternity.Lyes down.

Enter Fearless, runs to Bacon and looks on his Sword.

Fea.

—Hah—what have ye done?

Bac.

Secur’d my self from being a publick Spectacle upon the common
Theatre of Death.

Enter Dareing and Souldiers.

Dar.

Victory, victory, they fly, they fly, where’s the Victorious General?

Fea.

Here――taking his last Adieu.

Dar.

Dying? Then wither all the Laurels on my Brows, for I shall
never Triumph more in War, where is the wounds?

Fea.

From his own hand by what he carried here, believing we had lost
the Victory.

Bac.

And is the Enemy put to flight my Hero?Grasps his Neck.

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Dar.

All routed Horse and Foot, I plac’d an Ambush, and while they
were pursuing you, my Men fell on behind and won the day.

Bac.

Thou almost makes me wish to Live again, if I cou’d live, now
Fair Semernia’s Dead, —But oh—the Baneful Drug is just and kind and
hastens me away—now while you are Victors make a Peace—with the
English Councel—and never let Ambition—Love—or Interest
make you forget as I have done—your Duty—and Allegiance――
farewel――a long farewel――Dies Embracing their Necks.

Dar.

So fell the Roman Cassius—by mistake—

Enter Souldiers with Dunce, Tim. and Dullman.

Sould.

An’t please your Honour we took these Men running away.

Dar.

Let ’em loose—the Wars are at an end, see where the General
lyes—that great Soul’d Man, no private Body e’re contain’d a Nobler,
and he that cou’d have conquer’d all America, finds only here his scanty
length of Earth, —go bear the Body to his own Pavillion—Souldiers
goes out with the Body
Tho we are Conquerers we submit to treat, and
yeild upon conditions, you Mr. Dunce shall bear our Articles to the
Councel—

Dun.

With joy I will obey you.

Tim.

Good General let us be put in the agreement.

Dar.

You shall be oblig’d—Ex. Dar. Dunc. Dull., and
Tim. as Fear. goes out, a Souldier meets him.

Sould.

What does your Honour intend to do with Whim and Whiff,
who are Condemn’d by a Councel of War.

Enter Dareing, Dullman Tim. Fearless and Officers.

Dare.

You come too late Gentlemen to be put into the Articles, nor am
I satisfy’d you’re worthy of it.

Dull.

Why did not you Sir see us ly Dead in the Field.

Dar.

Yes, but I see no wound about you.

Tim.

We were stun’d with being knock’d down, Gads zoors a Man
may be kill’d with the But end of a Musquet, as soon as with the point
of a Sword.

Enter Dunce.

Dun.

The Council Sir wishes you Health and Happiness, and sends
you these Sign’d by their Hands—Gives Papers.

Dar.

Reads. That you shall have a general Pardon for your self and
Friends, that you shall have all new Commissions, and Dareing to Command
as General; that you shall have free leave to Inter your Dead
General in James Town, and to ratifie this—we will meet you at
Madam Sureloves House which stands between the Armies, attended by
only by our Officers. The councels noble and I’le wait upon them.

Exit Dunce
Scene a Grover near Madam Sureloves, Enter Surelove weeping, Well.
Chrisante, Mrs. Flirt, Ranter as before, Down. Haz.. Frien. Booz.. Brag.

Well.

How long Madam have you heard the news of Collonel Surelove’s
Death?

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Sure.

By a Vessel last Night arriv’d.

Well.

You shou’d not grive when men so old pay their debt to Nature,
you are too Fair not to have been reserved for some young Loves Arms.

Haz.

I dare not speak—but give me leave to hope.

Sure.

The way to oblige me to’t, is never more to speak to me of Love
till I shall think it fit—Wellman speaks to Downright.

Well.

Come you shan’t grant it — ’tis a hopeful Youth.

Dow.

You are too much my Friend to be deny’d—Chrisante to you
love Friendly? nay do not blush—till you have done a fault, your
Loving him is none—here take her young Man and with her all my
Fortune—when I am Dead Sirrah—not a Groat before—unless to
buy ye Baby Clouts.

Fri.

He merits not this Treasure Sir, can wish for more.

Enter Dareing, Fearless, Dunce and Officers, they meet Well. and Down.
who Embrace em. Dull. and Tim. stand.

Dar.

Can you forgive us Sir our disobedience.

Well.

Your offering peace while yet you might command it, has made
such kind impressions on us, that now you may command your Propositions;
your Pardons are all Seal’d and new Commissions.

Dar.

I’m not Ambitions of that Honour Sir; but in obedience will accept
your goodness, but Sir I hear I have a young Friend taken Prisoner
by Captain Hazard whom I intreat you’l render me,

Haz.

Sir—here I resign him to you.Gives him Ranter

Ran.

Faith General you left me but scurvily in Battel.

Dar.

That was to see how well you cou’d shift for your self, now I
find you can bear the brunt of a Campaign you are a fit Wife for a
Souldier.

All.

A Woman—Ranter――

Haz.

Faith Madam I shou’d have given you kinder Quarter if I had
known my Happiness.

Flirt.

I have an humble Petition to you Sir.

Sure.

In which we all joyn.

Flir.

An’t please you Sir, Mr. Dunce has long made Love to me and on
promise of Marriage has――Simpers.

Dow.

What has he Mrs. Flirt.

Flir.

Only been a little familiar with my Person Sir――

Well.

Do you hear Parson—you must Marry Mrs. Flirt.

Dun.

How Sir, a Man of my Coat Sir, Marry a Brandy-munger.

Well.

Of your calling you mean a Farrier and no Parson—Aside to him
she’l leave her Trade—and spark it above all the Ladies at Church,
no more――take her and make her honest.

Enter Whim and Whiff stript.

Crys.

Bless me, what have we here?

Whim.

Why, an’t like your Honours, we were taken by the Enemy
――hah Dareing here and Fearless?

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Fea.

How now――Gentlemen were not you two Condemn’d to be
Shot for running from your Colours.

Dow.

From your Colours.

Fea.

Yes Sir, they were both listed in my Regiment.

Dow.

Then we must hang them for deserting us.

Whim.

So out of the Frying Pan—you know where Brother—

Whiff.

Ay—he that’s Born to be Hang’d—you know the rest, a Pox
of these Proverbs.

Well.

I know ye well――you’re all rank Cowards, but once more
we forgive ye, your Places in the Councel shall be supply’d by these
Gentlemen of Sence and Honour. The governour when he comes shall
find the Country in better hands than he expects to find it.

Whim.

A very fair discharge.

Whiff.

I’m glad ’tis no worse, I’le home to my Nancy.

Dull.

Have we expos’d our Lives and Fortunes for this?

Tim.

Gads zoors I never thriv’d since I was a States-man, left Planting,
and fell to promising and Lying, I’le to my old Trade again, bask under
the shade of my own Tobacco, and Drink my Punch in Peace.

Well.

Come my brave Youths let all our Forces meet,

To make this Country Happy, Rich, and great;

Let scanted Europe see that we enjoy

Safer Repose, and larger Worlds than they.

Finis.