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;

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.

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.

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.

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.

Dull.

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

Booz.

I am for Cooling Nants, Major:

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.

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

Flir.

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

Haz.

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

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

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:

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.

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;

Tim.

My service to you sir;s

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.

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.

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.]

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
Bacon that by Lawfull Authority he had Arriv’d to so great a Commandmand b4v 8
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 —

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.

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.

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.

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?

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—

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.

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.

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.

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.

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:

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:

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—

Rant.

Please you to sit Sir;

Haz.

She’s extreamly handsome—

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.

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;

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.

Friend.

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

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—

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.

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,

Haz.

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

Maid.

Madam dinner’s on the Table――

Sure.

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

Rant.

Prethee good wench bring in the Punch-Bowle:

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]

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.

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.

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.

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.

Bac.

Lieutenant, read the Letter[to Daring.]

Dareing.

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—

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—

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――

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—

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]

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]

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]

Ran.

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

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,

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.

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.

Dull.

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

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.

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.

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—

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.

Dar.

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

Fear.

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

Whiff.

Oh Nancy, Nancy, how Prophetick are thy Dreams?

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.

Whiff.

A Pox on your Worships Plot;

Whim.

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

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.

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 coming[Ex. 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.

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.

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:

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.

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.

Bac.

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

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.

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.

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.]

Tim.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.]

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――

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.

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.