THE Widow Ranter OR, The HISTORY of Bacon in Virginia. A TRAGICOMEDY, Acted by their Majesty's Servants.  
Written by Mrs. A. Behn.  
LONDON, Printed for James Knapton at the Crown in St. Paul's Churchyard. 1690.   

To the much Honoured Madam Welldon.  
Madam,  
KNowing Mrs. Behn in her Life-time designed to Dedicate some of of her Works to you, you have a a Natural Title, and claim to this and I could not without being unjust to her Memory, but fix your name to it, who have not only a Wit above that, of most of your Sex; but a goodness and Affability Extremely Charming, and Engaging beyond Measure, and perhaps there are few to be found like you, that are so Eminent for Hospitality, and a Ready and Generous Assistance to the distressed and Indigent, which are Qualities that carry much more of Divinity with them, than a Puritanical outward Zeal for Virtue and Religion.  
Our Author, Madam, who was so true a Judge of Wit, was (no doubt of it) satisfied in the Patroness she had pitched 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 Critics, 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 deserved, and was expected by her Friends; The main fault ought to lie on those who had the management of it. Had our Author been alive she would have Committed it to the Flames rather than have suffered 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 unusual and very Natural Jousts 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, Killed 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 Awful: besi des the Apparition of the Ghost was necessary, for it was that which struck a Terror 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 Husband's Murderer: And Lastly, many of the Parts being false Cast, and given to those whose Talons and Genius' suited not our Author's Intention: These, Madam, are some of the Reasons that this Play was unsuccessful, and the best Play that ever was writ must prove so: if it have the Fate to be Murdered 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 Public, I thought myself obliged 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 pitched upon your name to do Honour to some of her Works, I thought your Protection, could be so useful to none, as to this, whose owning it may Silence the Malice of its Enemies; Your Wit and Judgement 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.   

Dramatis Personae  


Mr. Bowman. Indian King called Cavarnio.  
Mr. Williams. Bacon— General of the English.  
Mr. Freeman Colonel Wellman deputy Governor  
Mr. Harris. Colonel Downright a Loyal Honest Coun.  


Mr. Alexander. Hazard.  
Mr. powel. Friendly.   Two Friends known to one another many years in England.  


Mr. Sandford. Daring  
Mr. Cudworth. Fearless.   Lieutenant General's to Bacon  
Mr. Bright. Dullman. A Captain.  


Mr. Underhill. Timorous Cornet.  
Mr. Trefuse Whimsy  
Mr. Bowen. Whiff.  
Mr. Barns. Boozer.   Justices of the Peace, and very great Cowards.  
Brag. A Captain.  
Grubb. One Complained on by Capt. Whiff for calling his Wife Whore.  
Mr. Blunt. A Petitioner against Brag.  
Mr. Baker. Parson Dunce, formerly a Farrier fled from England, And Chaplain to the Governor.  
Clerk.  
Boy.  
Mrs. Bracegirdle, Indian Queen, called Semernia, beloved by Bacon.  
Mrs. Knight. Madam Surelove: beloved by Hazard.  
Mrs. Jordon. Mrs. Crisante. Daughter to Col. Down.  
Mrs. Currer. Wid. Ranter in Love with Daring.  
Mrs. Cory. Mrs. Flirt.    
Mrs. Whimsy. Mrs. Whiff. 2. Maids. Priests, Indians, Coachman, Soldiers, with other Attendants.  
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PROLOGUE,  By Mr. DRYDEN. 

Heaven save ye Gallants: and this hopeful Age,  
Y' are welcome to the downfall of the Stage:  
The Fools have laboured long in their Vocation;  
And Vice, (the Manufacture of the Nation)  
O're-stocks the Town so much, and thrives so well,  
That Fops and Knaves grow Drugs and will not sell▪  
In vain our Wares on Theatres are shown,  
When each has a Plantation of his own.  
His Cause ne'er fails; for whatsoever he spends,  
There's still Gods plenty for himself and Friends.  
Should Men be rated by Poetic Rules,  
Lord what a Pole would there be raised from Fools!  
Mean time poor Wit prohibited must lie,  
As if'twere made some French Commodity.  
Fools you will have, and raised at vast expense,  
And yet as soon as seen, they give offence.  
Time was, when none would cry that Oaf was me,  
But now you strive about your Pedigree:  
Bauble and Cap no sooner are thrown down,  
But there's a Muss of more than half the Town.  
Each one will challenge a Child's part at least,  
A sign the Family is well increased  
Of Foreign Cattle! there's no longer need,  
When we're supplied so fast with English Breed.   

Well! Flourish, Countrymen: drink swear and roar,  
Let every freeborn Subject keep his Whore;  
And wandering 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 the Punk is common! he's a Sot,  
〈◊〉 needs will Father what the Parish got.    

EPILOGUE.  

GAllants you have so long been absent hence,  
That you have almost cooled your diligence,  
For while we study or revive a Play,  
You like good Husbands in the Country stay,  
There frugally wear out your Summer Suit,  
And in Freeze 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 clothes and treat Retrench,  
To Gloves and Stockings for some Country Wench.  
Even they who in the Summer had mishaps,  
Send up to Town for Physic for their Claps.  
The Ladies too are as resolved 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 secrecy report  
Stale-News that past a Twelvemonth since at Court.  
Those of them who are most refined, and gay,  
Now learn the Songs of the last Summer's 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 cruel Ladies, we have greater here;  
You come not sharp as you were wont to Plays;  
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'll lose in Beauty, what you win in Gold:  
And what each Lady of another says,  
Will make you new Lampoons, and us new Plays.    

ACT. I.  

SCENE I. A Room with several Tables.  Enter Hazard in a Travelling Habit, and a Sea-Boy Carrying his Portmantle. 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. 
M Flirt's, 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 herself Master, and the Kindest Gentlewoman— look here she comes Master— God bless you Mistress, 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'll repose here a while for the coolness of the Air.  Flirt. 
This is a Public Room, Sir, but 'tis at your Service.  Haz. 
Madam, you oblige me.  Flirt. 
A Fine-spoken Person— A Gentleman I'll warrant him, come Jack, I'll 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. 
Ha! who's that Stranger? he seems to be a Gentleman.  Haz. 
If I should give Credit to mine Eyes, that should be Friendly.  Friend. 
Sir, you seem a stranger, may I take the Liberty to present my Service to you?  Haz. 
If I am not mistaken Sir, you are the only Man in the world whom I would soonest Pledge, you'll Credit me if three years' Absence has not made you forget Hazard.  Friend. 
Hazard, my Friend! come to my Arms and Heart.  Haz. 
This Unexpected Happiness O're-Joys me. Who could have Imagined 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 Colonel Friendly dying here, left me a Considerable Plantation; And faith I find Diversions not altogether to be despised; the God of Love Reigns here, with as much Power, as in Courts or Popular Cities: but prithee 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; Ventured on and lost all— My Elder Brother an Errand Jew, had neither Friendship, nor Honour enough to Support me, but at last was mollified by persuasions 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 withal.  Haz. 
I thought this a better Venture then to turn Sharping Bully, Cully in Prentices 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 Guinney the better of the lay. No. Friendly, I had rather starve abroad then live Pitied and despised 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 matter for her Birth, her Breeding's the best this world affords, she is Married 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'll 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 Traffic 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 Derring; 'twere easy to make her Love thee, and if the Old Gentleman chance to die, you Guess the rest, you are no Fool.  Haz. 
Ay, but if he should return—  Friend. 
If— Why if she Love you, that Other will be but a slender Bar to thy happiness; For if thou canst not Marry her, thou mayst lie with her, (and Gad) a Younger Brother may pick out a Pretty Livelihood here that way, as well as in England— Or if this fail, there thou wilt find a perpetual Visitor the Widow Ranter, a Woman bought from the Ship by Old Coll. Ranter; she served him half a year, and then he Married her, and dying in a year more, left her worth Fifty thousand Pounds Sterling, besides Plate and Jewels: She's a great Gallant, But assuming the Humour of the Country Gentry, her Extravagancy is very Pleasant, she retains something of her Primitive Quality still, but is good natured 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. Downrights 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'll have an Opportunity to Manage both our Amours: here you will find Occasion to show 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 Ourselves, 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 wherever we lie exposed to them.  Haz. 
I heard the news of this in England, which hastens the new governor's arrival here, who brings you fresh Supplies.  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 Peopled with a wellborn Race to make it one of the best Colonies in the World, but for want of a Governor we are Ruled by a Council, some of which have been perhaps transported Criminals, who having Acquired great Estates are now become your Honour, and Right Worshipful, 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 Council.  Friend. 
Now you have named a Man indeed above the Common Rank, by Nature Generous; Brave Resolved, 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 myself Adored?  Haz. 
Why might he not? great Souls are born in common men, sometimes as well as Princes.  Friend. 
This Thirst of Glory cherished by Sullen Melancholy, 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 pressed for a Commission, to be made General against the Indians, which long was promised him, but they fearing his Ambition, still put him off, till the Grievances grew so high, that the whole Country flocked to him, and begged 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 Conqueror, we treat him as a Traitor.  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 resolved to be of the Contrary Party, that I may make an Interest in our new Governor; Thus stands-affairs, so that after you have seen Madam Surelove, I'll present you to the Council for a Commission.  Haz. 
But my Kinsman's Character—  Friend. 
He was a Leicestershire younger Brother, came over hither with a small fortune, which his Industry has increased to a thousand pound a year, and he is now Coll. John Surelove, and one of the Council.  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 Mistress, 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 Sure-loves where I'll Salute thee as my first meeting, and as an old acquaintance in England— here's company, farewell.  [Exit Friend.] Enter Dullman, Timorous, 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:  Dull. 
Here Nell, a quart of Nants, and some Pipes and smoke.  Tim. 
And do ye hear Nell, bid your Mistress come in to Joke a little with this, 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'll grant you, but I was Drunk at Coll. Downrights with your high Burgundy Claret.  Dull. 
A Pox of that Palter liquour, 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 Noblemen now and Sparks in England begin to reform, and take it for their morning's Draught, get Drunk by noon, and despise the Lousy 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. Flirt. 
Lords, your Honours are pleased to be merry— but my service to your Honour.  [drinks. Haz. 
Honours, who the Devil have we here? some of the wise Council at least, I'd sooner took 'em for Hoggerds.  [aside. Flirt. 
Say what you please of the Doctor, but I'll swear he's a fine Gentleman, he makes the Prettiest Sounets, nay, 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 turned Lifeguard man, and his Horse dying— he Counterfeited a Deputation from the Bishop, and came over here a Substantial Orthodox: but come, where stands the Cup?— here, my Service to you Major.  Flirt. 
Your Honours are pleased— but methinks Doctor Dunce is a very Edifying Person, and a Gentleman, and I pretend to know a Gentleman,— For I myself am a Gentlewoman; my Father was a Baronet, 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 belied— we heard your Father was a Tailor, but trusting for old Olivers Funeral, 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 King's 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 Scoundrels, hang 'em, they live upon Scandal, and we are Scandall-Proof,— They say too, that I was a Tinker and running the Country, robbed a Gentleman's House there, was put into Newgate, got a reprieve after Condemnation, and was Transported hither— And that you Boozer was a Common Pickpocket, and being often flogged at the Carts-tale, afterwards turned 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 arrived to the Honour of being Privy-Councellors— but come Mrs. Flirt, what never a Song to Entertain us?  Flirt. 
Yes, and a Singer too newly come ashore:  Tim. 
Adz zoors, let's have it then:  [Enter Girl, who sings, they bear the 〈◊〉▪ Haz. 
Here Maid, a Tankard of your Drink;  Flirt. 
Quickly Nell, wait upon the Gentleman;  Dull. 
Please you Sir to taste of our liquour— 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 Council.  Haz. 
With your leave, Gentlemen;  [sits▪ Tim. 
My service to you Sir;  [drinks 
What have you brought over any Cargo Sir, I'll be your Customer.  Booz. 
Ay, and cheat him too, I'll 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 travel hither Sir to see fashions.  Tim. 
Why Brother, it may be the Gentleman has a mind to be a Planter, will you hire yourself to make a Crop of Tobacco this year?  Haz. 
I was not born to work Sir.  Tim. 
Not work Sir, zoors your betters have worked Sir, I have works myself Sir▪ both set and stripped Tobacco, for all I am of the Honourable Council not work quoth a— I suppose Sir you wear your fortune upon your Pack Sir?  Has 
Is ityour Custom here Sir to affront Strangers? I shall expect satisfaction.  [Rises▪ 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 obliged to such Scoundrels;  Booz. 
Hum— Call Men of Honour Scoundrels;  [rise 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 turned Factor,  Haz. 
Sir you lie, and you're a Rascal,  [flings the face. Tim. 
Adz zoors he has spilled 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 quarrelling in my House?  Haz. 
Do the Persons of Quality 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 furnished with a Horse and a guide to Madam Sure Loves?  Flirt. 
A most Accomplished Lady, and my very good friend you shall be Immediately—  [Exeunt  

SCENE, II.  Enter Wellman, Downright, Dunte, Whimsy, Whiff, and others. Well. 
Come Mr. Dunce, tho' you are no Counsellor, 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 named Fright-all.  Whim. 
Ay, Ay that same Bacon, I would he were well hanged, I am afraid that under pretence of killing all the Indians he means to Murder us, Lie with our Wives, and hang up our little Children, and make himself Lord and King.  Whiff. 
Brother Whimsy, 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 Ravished us all, Men, Women, and Children.  Well. 
If these Grievances were not redressed we had our reasons for it, it was not that we were insensible Capt. Whiff of what we suffered from the Insolence of the Indians: But all knew what we must expect from Bacon if that by Lawful Authority he had Arrived to so great a Command as General, nor would we be huft 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 daily 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 called together to consult what's to be done in this Grand Affair, till our Governout 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 has thrummed their Jackets, and then to work with your Politics as soon as you please.  Down. 
Colonel Wellman has answered that point good Captain Whiff, 'tis the Event of this Battle we ought to dread, and if won or lost will be equally fatal 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 Nancies Counsel— Doctor Dunce has spoken like a Cherubin, he shall have my voice for General, what say you Brother Whimsy?  Dunce. 
I say, he is a Noble fellow, and fit for a General.  Dun. 
But conceive me right Gentlemen, as soon as he shall have rendered 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 Counsel 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 Treachery: If by any Stratagem we could take him alive, and either send him for England to receive there his Punishment, or keep him Prisoner here till the Governor arrive, I should agree to't, but I question his coming in upon our Invitation.  Dun. 
Leave that to me▪  Whim. 
Come, I'll warrant him, the Rogue's as stont 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 King's Mercy.  Dun. 
In that you'll find more difficulty Sir, to take him off here will be more quick and sudden: for the people worship him.  Well. 
I'll never yield to so ungenerous an expedient. The seizing him I am content in the Extremity wherein we are, to follow. What say you Colonel Downright? shall we send him a Letter now while this two days truce lasts, between him and the Indians?  Down. 
I approve i'.  All. 
And I, and I, and I.  Dun. 
If your Honours please to make me the Messenger, I'll use some arguments of my own to prevail with him.  Well. 
You say well Mr. Dunce, and we'll dispatch you presently.  Whiff. 
Ah Doctor, if you could but have persuaded Colonel Wellman & Colonel Downright to have hanged him—  Ex. Wellm. Dow. and all but Whim. Whiff. & Dunce. Whiff. 
Why Brother Whiff you were for making him a General but now.  Whiff. 
The Councils of wise Statesmen Brother Whimsy must change as causes do, d'ye see.  Dun. 
Your Honours are in the right, and whatever those two leading Councillors say, they would be glad if Bacon were dispatched, but the punctilio 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 practised,— 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 called 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'll do't, we'll do't Sir, and I doubt not but to be made General for the Action— I'll take it all upon myself.  [aside. Dun. 
If you resolve upon this, you must about it instantly— Thus I shall at once serve my Country, & revenge myself on the Rascal for affronting my Dignity once at the Council-table, by calling me Farrier  [Ex. Doctor Whiff. 
Do you know Brother what we are to do?  Whim. 
To do, yes, to hang a General, Brother, that's all.  Whiff. 
All, but is it Lawful to hang any General?  Whim. 
Lawfully, yes, that 't Lawful to hang any Generall that sights against Law.  Whiff. 
But in what he has done, he has sorved the King and our Country, and preserved 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 preserved 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 suffered in a Civil Government by Law Established,— wherefore let's about it—  [Exeunt  

SCENE III. Sureloves' House.  Enter Ranter and her Coachman. Ran. 
Here Jesiry, ye Drunken Dog, set your Coach and Horses up, ' 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 Baboon don't you know me?  Boy. 
No Madam, I came over but in the last Ship.  Ran. 
What from Newgate or Bridewell? from shoving the Tumbler, Sirrah, Lifting or filing the Cly?  Boy. 
I don't understand this Country-Language for sooth, 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 Daring here. Sniveling after [Ex. Boy. Mrs. Chrisame: if I 〈◊〉, by the Lord, ' e Lay him thick, Pox on him why should I love the Dog, unless it be a Judgement upon me.  Enter Surelove and Chrisante. 
— My dear I will how dost do?— as for you Gentlewoman you are my Rival, & I am in rancour against you till you have renounced my Daring.  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 prithee 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 pursued by a good resolution on the other.  Ran. 
Hay Gad, I'll warrant for Friendlys' resolution, what, tho' his Fortune be not answerable to yours, we are bound to help one anotheranother— hear Boy— some Pipes and a Bowl of Punch, you know my humour Madam, I must Smoke and Drink in a Morning, or I am mawkish all day.  Sure. 
But will you drink Punch in a Morning▪  Ran. 
Punch, 'tis my Morning's draught, my Table-drink, my Treat, my Regalio, my every thing, ah my dear Surelove, if thou wouldst but refresh & Cheer thy heart with Punch in a morning, thou wouldst not look thus Cloudy all the Day.  Enter Pipes and a Great Bowl, she falls to smoking Sur. 
I have reason Madam to be Melancholy, I have received 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 yery good hearing. I wonder what the Devil thou hast done with him so long? an old fusty weather-beaten Skelleton, as dried as Stockfish, 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 died and left you worth fifty thousand Pound.  Rant. 
Ay Gad— and what's better Sweetheart, died 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 Bacon's Mad Lieutenant General Darling.  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 Infidel.  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:  [Enters 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 Daring 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?  Has 
If you are Madam Surelove:  Sure. 
So I am called;  Haz. 
Madam I am newly arrived from England, and from your Husband my kinsman bring you this—  [gives a Letter Rant. 
Please you to sit Sir;  Haz. 
She's extremely handsome—  [aside— sits down Rant. 
Come Sir will you Smoke a Pipe?  Haz. 
I never do Madam—  Rant. 
Oh fie upon't you must learn then, we all smoke here, 'tis a part of good breeding,— well, well, what Cargo, what goods have ye? any Points, Lace, rich Stuffs, Jewels; if you have I'll 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 inquire 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 Widows are the best Commodity this Country affords, I'll 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 yourself.  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— Ha! should not I know you for my dear friend Hazard.  [' Embracing him. Haz. 
Or you'rs too blame my Friendly:  Friend. 
Prithee what calm brought thee ashore?  Haz. 
Fortune de la garr, but prithee ask me no questions in so good Company; where a minute lost from this Conversation is a misfortune not to be retrieved:  Friend. 
Dost 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 spoils good company:  Friend, 
You know my dear friend, these opportunities comes but seldom, and therefore I must make use of 'em.  Rant. 
Come, come, I'll give you a better opportunity at my House to morrow, we are to eat a Buffilo there, and I'll secure the old Gentleman from coming.  Friend. 
Then I shall see Chrisanto 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 sorced, 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 Criminal for want of a Law to Authorize 'em.  Friend. 
Indeed 'tis pity that when Laws are faulty they should not be mended or abolish'd.  Rant. 
Hark'ye Charles, by Heaven if you kill my Daring I'll Pistol you  Fri. 
No, widow I'll spare him for your sake,  [They join 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. 
Prithee good wench bring in the Punch-Bowle:  [Exeunt.   

ACT II.  

SCENE I. A Pavilion.  Discovers the Indian King and Queen sitting in State, with Guards of Indians, Men and Women attending: to them Bacon richly dressed, 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 embraced as friends.  Bac. 
How charming is the Queen? [aside.] War, Sir, is not my business, nor my pleasure: Nor was I bred in Arms; My Country's good has forced me to assume a Soldiers life: And 'tis with much regret that I Employ the sirst effects of it against my Friends; Yet whilst I may— Whilst this Cessation lasts, I beg we may exchange 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 fatal 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, Distressed and ruined by destructive storms, Abusing all our Charitable Hospitality, Usurped our Right, and made your friends your slaves.  Bac. 
I will not justify the Ingratitude of my forefathers, but finding here my Inheritance, I am resolved still to maintain it so, And by my sword which first cut out my Portion, Defend each inch of Land with my last drop of Blood.  Queen. 
Even his threats have charms that please the heart:  [aside King. 
Come Sir, let this ungrateful 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, Myself 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 pleased 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 discovered all its secrets. But oh! I dread to tell her of my pain, And when I would, an Awful trembling seizes me, And she can only from my dying eyes, read all the Sentiments of my Captive heart.  [sits down, the rest wait. Enter Indians that dance Antics; 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 Prophetic fear in sighs replied, I shall fall such a Victim to his Eyes.  [Enter an Indian. 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 Dance. A Letter. Dun. 
All health and Happiness attend your honour, This from the Honourable Council:  [gives him a Letter King. 
I'll leave you till you have dispatched the Messenger, and then expect your precense in the Royal Tent.  Exeunt King, Queen, and Indians. Bac. 
Lieutenant, read the Letter  [too Daring. [reads Daring. 
SIR, the necessity of what you have acted makes it pardonable, and we could wish we had done the Country, and ourselves so much Justice as to have given you that Commission you desired— We now find it reasonable to raise more forces, to appose these Insolences, which possible yours may be 〈◊〉 weak to accomplish, to which end the Council is ordered to meet this Evening, and destring you will come and take your place there, and be pleased 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 Politics! 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 your safety I'll 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 dissuade 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 dishonourably 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'll 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'll attend.  Dunce. 
I kiss your Honour's hand▪—  [goes out. Dar. 
'Sdeath will you trust the saithless Council Sir, who have so long held you in hand with promises, That curse of Statesmen, that unlucky vice that renders even Nobility despised.  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 resolved to go.  Fear. 
What, and send your Army home? a pretty fetch:  Dar. 
By Heaven we'll 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'll ring 'em such a Thundering Peal shall beat the Town about their Treacherous Ears.  Bac. 
I do Command you not to stir a man, Till you're informed how I am treated by 'em:— leave me all—  [Exeunt Officers. While Bacon reads the Letter again, To him the Indian Queen, with womans waiting. Queen. 
Now while my Lord's asleep in his Pavilion I'll try my power with the General, for an Accommodation of a Peace: the very dreams of war fright my soft slumbers that used to be employed in kinder Business.  Bac. 
Ha!— The Queen— What happiness is this presents itself which all my Industry could never gain?  Queen. 
Sir—  [approaching him Bacon. 
Pressed with the great Extremes of Joy and Fear I trembling stand, unable to approach her:  Queen. 
I hope you will not think it fear in me, tho' timorous as a Dove, by nature framed: Nor that my Lord, whose youth's unskilled in War can either doubt his Courage, or his forces, thee makes me seek a Reconciliation on any honourable terms of Peace.  Bac. 
Ah Madam! if you knew how absolutely you command my Fate I fear but little honour would be left me, since what so e'er 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 trivial Life.  Queen. 
Bless me! Sir, how came I by such a Power?  Bac. 
The Gods, and Nature gave it you in your Creation, formed with all the Charms that ever graced your Sex.  Queen. 
ist possible? am I so Beautiful?  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 kinddled thus— takes her by the hand and gazes on her. at every gaze we take from fine Eyes, from such Bashful Looks, and such soft touches— it makes us sigh— and pant as I do now, and stops the Breath when ere 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 blood runs shivering through the veins, The heart's surrounded with a feeble Languishment, The eyes are dying, and the Cheeks are pale, The tongue is faltering, and the body sainting.  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 rather let me fly, For within view, is too near—  [aside Bac. 
Ah! she retires— displeased I fear with my presumptuous Love,— Oh pardon, fairest creature:  [kneels Queen. 
I'll 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'll pursue her to the Banquet.  [Exit  

SCENE II. The Widow Ranters- Hall.  Enter Surelove fanned by two Negroes, 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 obeyed.  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'er sne be, she made good haste 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 placed right, of which I am not fond of being made a Confident, since I'm assured she can Love none but Friendly.  [coldly 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 yourself 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 kinsman's wife, & no more:  Haz. 
Be Scornful as you please, rail at my passion, and refuse to hear it; yet I'll Love on, and hope in spite of you, my Flame shall be so constant and Submissive, it shall compel your heart to some return.  Sure. 
You're very Confident of your power I perceive, but if you chance to find yourself mistaken, say your opinion and your affectation were misapplyed, and not that I was Cruel,  [Ex Surelove Haz. 
whate'er denials dwell upon your Tongue, your eyes assure me that your heart is tender,  [goes out Enter the Bagpiper, Playing before a great Bowl of Punch, carried between two Negroes, a Highlandler Dancing after it, the Widow Ranter led by Timorous, Chrisante by Dullman; Mrs. Flirt and Friendly all dancing after it; they place it on the Table. Dull. 
This is like the Noble Widow all over I'faith,  Tim. 
Ay, Ay, the widow's Health in a full Ladle, Major,— but a Pox on't what made that young Fellow here, that affronted us yesterday Major?  [drinks [while they drink about Dull. 
Some damned Sharper that would lay his Knife aboard your Widow 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 Bail.  Dull. 
Nay, had it not been before my Mrs here, Mrs Chrisante, I had swinged him for his yesterday affront,— ah my sweet Mistress 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, prithee Major leave off being an old Buffoon, that is a Lover turned to ridicule by Age, consider thyself a Mere rolling Tun of Nants,— a walking Chimney, ever Smoking with Nasty Mundungus,— and then thou hast a Countenance like an old wormeaten Cheese,  Dull. 
Well widow, you will Joake, ha, ha, ha—  Tim. 
Gad ', Zoors She's pure Company, ha, ha—  Duoe. 
No matter for my Countenance— Coll. Downright likes my Estate and is resolved to have it a Match.  Friend. 
Dear Widow, take off your Damned Major, for if he speak another word to Chrisante, I shall be put past all my patience, and fall foul upon him.  Ran. 
'Slife not for the world— Major I bar Love-making within my Territories, 'tis inconsistent with the Punch-Bowle, if you'll drink, do, if not be gone:  Tim. 
Nay Gad's Zooks if you enter me at the Punch-Boule, you enter me in Politics— well 'tis the best Drink in Christendom for a Statesman,  [they drink about, the Bagpipe playing 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, widow, you are resolved for Mirth,— but come— to the conversation of the times.  Rant. 
The times, why what a Devil ails 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 hanged, I look upon Virginia to be the happiest part of the world, gad's Zoors,— why there's England— 'tis nothing to't— I was in England about 6. years ago, & was showed 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 Bowl 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 Pity by my troth,  [drinks. Tim. 
Where they learn to Swear Morblew, Mor-Dee:  Friend. 
And tell you how much bigger the Lovure is then White-Hall; buy a suit alamode, get a swinging Cap of some French Marquis, spend all their money and return just as they went.  Dull. 
For the old fellows, their business is Usury, Extortion, and undermining young Heirs.  Tim. 
Then for young Merchants, their Exchange the is Tavern, their Warehouse the Playhouse, 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 gad's zoors.  Dull. 
I have considered 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 Ability— now I would have as many sent into England as would supply all places, and Offices, both Civil and Military, de see, their young Gentry should all Travel hither for breeding, and to learn the mysteries of State.  Frien. 
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 sound 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 stayed 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's a kid-Naper that says he heard any thing of me— and so my service to you— I'll sue you Sir for spoiling my Marriage here, by your Scandals with Mrs. Chrisante, but that shan't do Sir, I'll marry her for all that, & he's a Rascal that denies it.  Frie. 
'Sdeath you Lie Sir— I do.  Tim. 
Gad zoors Sir Lie to a Privy-Councellour, a Major of Horse, Brother, this is an affront to our Dignities, draw and I'll 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 mere paultroon, and I scorn to drink in's Company.  [Exeunt, putting up their Swords.  

SCENE III. A Sevana, or large Heath.  Enter Whimsy, Whiff, and Boozer, with some Soldiers, Armed. Whim. 
Stand— stand— and hear the word of Command— do ye see you Copse, and that Ditch that runs along Major Dullmans' Plantation.  Booz. 
We do.  Whim. 
Place your Men there, and lie Flat on your Bellies, and when Bacon comes (if alone) seize him die ' see:  Whiff. 
Observe the Command now, (if alone) for we are not for bloud-●…ned.  Booz. 
I'll warrant you for our Parts.  [Exeunt all but Whim & Whiff Whim. 
Now we have Ambushed 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 Emptied half the Bottle in thy Leathern Pockets, but come here's young Frightall's health.  Whim. 
What, wilt drink a man's health thou'rt going to hang?  Whiff. 
'Tis all one for that, we'll drink his health first, and hang him afterwards, and thou shalt pledge me de see, and tho' 'twere under the Gallows.  Whim. 
Thou'rt a Traitor for saying so, and I defy thee.  Whiff. 
Nay, since we are come out like Loving Brothers to hang the General, let's not fall out among ourselves, and so here's to you [drinks tho' I have no great Maw to this business:  Whim. 
Prithee Brother Whiff, do not be so Villainous a Coward, for I hate a Coward.  Whiff. 
Nay 'tis not that— But my Whiff, my Nancy dreamed to night she saw me hanged.  Whim. 
'Twas a Cowardly Dream, think no more on't, but as dreams are Expounded by Contraries, thou shalt hang the General.  Whiff. 
Ay— but he was my friend, and I owe him at this time a hundréd Pounds of Tobacco.  Whim. 
Nay, than I m sure thou'dst hang him if he were thy brother.  Whiff. 
But hark— I think I hear the Neighing of horses, where shall we hide ourselves, for if we stay here, we shall be Mawled damnably.  [Exeunt both behind a Bush, peeping. [Enter Bacon, Fearless and 3 or 4 Footmen.] Bac. 
Let the Groom lead the Horses o'er the Sevana we'll 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, were 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. 
Ha! 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 valiant 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 tied, ha, ha, Why good General Fright-all, what was no body able d'ye think to tame the Roaring Lion?  Bac. 
You'll be hanged 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'll teach you Sir, to serve your Country against Law.  [As they go off, Enter Daring with Soldiers.] Dar. 
Ha— My General betrayed— 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 hanged?  Whiff. 
Oh Nancy, Nancy, how Prophetic are thy Dreams?  Bac. 
Come let's on—  Dar. 
'Sdeath what mean you Sir?  Bac. 
As I designed— to present myself to the Council:  Dar. 
By Heavens we'll follow then to save you from their Treachery 'twas this that has befallen you that I feared, 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 Worship's Plot;  Whim. 
A Pox on your forwardness to come out of the hedge.  [Ex. Officers with Whim & Whiff.  

SCENE IU. 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 ordered our Men to be in Arms?  [Enter a Soldier. Down. 
I have, and they'll 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 haste. Mes. 
An't please your Honours, the saddest news— An Ambush being laid for Bacon, they rushed 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, turned the tide— killed our men and took Capt. Whimsy, and Capt. Whiff Prisoners, the rest run away, but Bacon fought like a fury.  Tim. 
A bloody Fellow;  Down. 
Whim. and Whiff? they deserve death for Acting without order  Tim. 
I'm of the Colonel's opinion, they deserve to hang for't.  Dull. 
Why Brother, I thought you had wished the Plot had been yours but now?  Tim. 
Ay, but the Case is altered 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 dismissed all his Soldiers, and is Entering the Town on foot,  Well. 
What pity '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 increase 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 Counsel now?  Tim. 
E'en as it used to be, I leave it to wiser heads.  [Enter Brag. Brag. 
Bacon Sir is Entering.  Tim. 
Gad zoors would I were safe in Bed,  Dull. 
Colonel keep in your heat and treat Calmly with him,  Well. 
I rather wish you would 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'd 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'll not Stir 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'll pardon me, if in my own defence I seized on these two Murderers.  Down. 
You did well Sir, 'twas by no Order they Acted,— stand forth and here your Sentence— in time of war we need no Formal Trials to hang Knaves that Act without order.  Whiff. 
Oh Mercy Mercy Colonel— 'twas Parson Dunce's Plot.  Down. 
Issue out a warrant to Seize Dunce Immediately— you shall he carried— to the Fort to Pray—  Whim. 
Oh Good your Honour I never Prayed 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 equal to your own, acting without Commission.  Bac. 
'Tis very well Explained Sir,— had I been Murdered by Commission then, the Deed had been approved, and now perhaps, I am beholding to the Rabble 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. 
Should I stand by and see my Country ruined, my King dishonoured, and his Subjects Murdered hear the sad Cries of widows and of Orphans, You heard it Loud, but gave no pitying care to't▪ And till the war and Massacre was brought to my own door, my Flocks, and Herds surprised, I bore it all with Patience, Is it unlawful to defend myself against a Thief that breaks into my doors?  Well. 
And call you this defending of yourself?  Bac. 
I call it doing of myself that right, which upon Just demand the Council did refuse me, If my Ambition as you're pleased to call it, made me demand too Much, I left myself 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 would 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 compelled to stir in my defence I called none to my aid, and those that came, 'twas their own wrongs that urged 'em:  Down. 
'Tis feared 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 Rebel, Sir—  Bac. 
You know you wrong me, and 'tis basely urged— but this is trifling— here are my Commissions.  [Throws down Papers. Down. reads. Down. 
— To be General of the Forces against the Indians, and Blank Commissions for his Friends.  Well. 
Tear them in pieces— are we to be imposed upon? De 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 ourselves shall be sufficient to make Defence, against a sturdy Traitor.  Bac. 
Traitor, 'Sdeath Traitor— I defy ye, but that my Honour's yet above my Anger; I'd make you answer me that Traitor dearly.  [Rises. Well. 
Ha— am I threatened— Guards secure the Rebel.  [Guards seize him. Bac. 
Is this your Honourable Invitation? Go— Triumph in your short Lived 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'll have our General, and knock that fellows brains out, and hang up Colonel Wellman.  All. 
Ay ay, Hang up Wlelman.  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 council.  [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'll leave you, and Conquering, make you happy 'gainst your will.  [Ex. Bacon and Rabble, Hollowing a Pacon, a Bacon. Well. 
Oh Villainous 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 Chastised the boldness of this Rebel.  [Exeunt Will. Down. and the rest all but Dullman, Tim. Peeps from underthe 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 Traitors?  Dull. 
I rather think the Council 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 Sacrificed 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 scared 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 hauling him to the Gallows, if it were his chance to come there.  Dull. 
'Tis very likely: Why I am forced to be guarded to the Court now, the Rabble swore they would De Wit me, but I shall hamper some of 'em. Would the Governor 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 i'faith.  ‛ Enter Timorous with Bailiffs, whispers to Dullman, after which to the Bailiffs. Tim. 
Gadzoors that's he, do your Office.  Bayl. 
We arrest you Sir, in the King's name, at the suit of the Honourable Justice Timorous.  Haz. 
Justice Timorous, who the Devil's he?  Tim. 
I am the man Sir, de see, for want of a better; you shall repent Gude 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 Troop of Horse de see, and Churchwarden.  Frie. 
From whence proceeds this Mr. Justice, you said nothing of this at Madam Ranters Yesterday; you saw him there, than you were good Friends?  Tim. 
Ay, however I have carried my Body swimmingly before my Mistress, de see, I had rancour in my Heart, Gad's 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 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 Suit, and I hope you'll take my Bail for him.  Tim. 
'Tis enough— I know you to be a Civil Person.  Timorous and Dullman take their Places, on a long Bench placed behind the Table, to them Whimsy an Whiff, they seat themselves, than 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 moved at the Bench, that a new Punch Bowl should be provided, and one of a larger Circumference, when the Bench sits late about weighty affairs, oftentimes the Bowl is emptied 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 Trials.  Whiff. 
And that you can neither write nor read, nor say the Lords Prayer.  Tim. 
That your Warrants are like a Brewer's Tally a Notch on a Stick; if a special Warrant, than a Couple. God's Zoors, when his Excellency comes he will have no such Justices.  Booz. 
Why Brother, though I can't read myself; I have had Dol●…ns 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 Warehouse 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 Trials 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 managed, here's to't.  [Drinks. Whiff. 
I thank you Brother Dullman,— read my Petition.  [Drinks▪ Clar. 
The Petition of Captain Thomas Whiff showeth, whereas Gilbert. Grubb, calls his Worship's Wife Ann Grabb Whore, and said he would prove it; your Petitioner desires the Worshipful Bench to take it into Consideration, and your Petitioner shall pray, etc.— Here's two witnesses have made Affidavit Vive 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 yourself Mr. Grub.  Grub. 
Why an't like your Worship, my wife invited some Neighbour's wives to drink a Cagg of Cider, now your worship's wife Madam Whiff being there fuddled, would have thrust me out of doors, and bid me go to my old Whore Madam Whimscy, meaning your Worship's wife.  [To Whimsy. Whim. 
Ha! My wife called Whore, she's a Judas, & I'll arrest her Husband here— in an Action of debts.  Tim. 
Gad's zoures she's no better than she should be I'll warrant her,  Whiff. 
Look ye Brother Whimsy, 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 Trial.  Grub. 
I being very angry said indeed, I would prove her a greater Whore than Madam Whimsy.  Clar. 
An't like your Whrships, he confesses the words in open Court.  Grub. 
Why, an't like your Worships, she has had two Bastards I'll 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. Flirt's Ordinary where I was, with my Brother Dullman and Lieutenant Boozer; we gave him good Council 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 myself 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, 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 Gentleman's i'th' right Brother, you cannot do it according to Law.  Tim. 
Gad's Zoors, what new tricks, new quirks?  Haz. 
Gentlemen take notice, he swears in Court.  Tim. 
Gad's 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, Fined and deliver up his Sword, what say you Brot her?  [Jogs Dull. wko nods. Whim. 
He's asleep, drink to him and waken him,— you have have missed 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 myself.  Tim. 
That's fine i'faith, Gad's Zoors, I have worn a Sword this Duzen year and never could right myself.  Whiff. 
Ay, 'twould be a fine World if Men should 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, they may change 'em for black or white, and then who can know them.  Haz. 
I hope Gentlemen I may be allowed to speak for myself.  Whiff. 
Ay, what can you say for yourself, did you not draw your Sword Sirrah?  Haz. 
I did.  Tim. 
'Tis sufficient he confesses the Fact, and we'll 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 Fined.  Friend. 
The Gentleman should be heard, he's a Kinsman too, to Colonel John Surelove.  Tim. 
Hum— Colonel Sureloves Kinsman.  Whiff. 
Is he so, nay, than 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'll warrant you.  Tim. 
Ha, ha, ha— so it was Gad's 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 could 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 Virtuous;— but come let's to the Sevana, where I'll present you to the two Colonels, Wellman and Downright, the Men that manage all till the Carrival of the Governor.   

SCENE II. The Sevana or Heath: Enter Wellman, Downright, Boozer, and Officers.  Well. 
Have you dispatched 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'll 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 counselled 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 welcome and to let you see you are so, we will give you your Kinsman's command, Captain of a Troop of Horse-Guards, and which I am sure will be continued to you when the Governor arrives.  Haz. 
I shall endeavour to deserve the Honour, Sir.  Enter Dull. Tim. Whim. and Whiff, all in Buff, Scarf and Feathers 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.  Frion. 
Why, Sir, we have Forces enough, let's charge him instantly, delays are dangerous.  Tim. 
Why, what a damned fiery Fellow's this?  Down. 
But if we drive him to Extremities, we fear his siding with the Indians.  Dull. 
Colonel 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 Gad's Zoores.  Frie. 
If he do, 'twill cost you dear, I doubt Cornet.— I find by our List, Sir, we are four thousand men.  Tim. 
Gad's Zoores, not enough for a Breakfast for that insatiate Bacon, and his two Lientenant 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 Colonel Downright's Daughter here— and should I be slain in this Battle 'twould 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 sor the Pay; to be called Captain, noble Captain, to show, to cock and look big and bluff as I do; to be bowed to thus as we pass, to domineer, and beat our Soldiers: Fight quoth a, ha ha ha.  Friend. 
But what makes you look so simply Cornet?  Tim. 
Why 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 would not flinch for the stoutest he that wears a Sword—  [Look big. Dow'n. 
What say you Captain Whiff?  [Whiff almost drunk. Whiff. 
I am trying Colonel 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 haste. Seam. 
An't please your Honours, Frightall's Officers have seized all the Ships in the River, and rid now round the Shore, and had by this time secured the Sandy Beach, and Landed men to Fire the Town, but that they are high in Drink aboard the Ship called the Good Subject; the Master of her sent me to let your Honours know, that a few men sent to his assistance will surprise 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'll Embark immediately.  Friend. 
No Sir, your presence is here more necessary, let me have the Honour of this Expedition.  Haz. 
I'll go your Volentier Charles.  Well. 
Who else offers to go.  Whim. 
A mere trick to Kidnap us, by Bacon,— if the Captain had writ—  Tim. 
Av, 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 Colonel, you may do what you please, but you lose one of the best dressed Officers in your whole Camp, Sir—  Tim. 
and in me, such a Head Piece.  Whiff. 
I'll 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. 
Colonel hast with your Men and Reinforce the Beach, while I follow with the Horse;— Mr. Dunce pray let that Proclamation be Read concerning Bacon, to the Soldiers.  Dun. 
It shall be done Sir,  [Exit Down: and Well. The Scene opens and discovers a Body of Soldiers. 
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, though 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 could not then be persuaded to strike a stroke.  Tim. 
Ay, that was because they were Protestants as we are, but Gad's Zoors had they been Dutch Papists I had mauled 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 damned thing of Fighting.  Dun. 
Gentlemen I am Commanded to read the Declaration of the Honourable Council to you.  [To the Soldiers. All. 
Hum hum hum—  Booz. 
Silence— silence—  [Dunce reads. Dun. 
By an order of Council Dated May the 10 th' 1670: To all Gentlemen Soldiers, Merchants, Planters, and whom else it may concern. Whereas Bacon, contrary to Law and Equity, has to satisfy 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 Traitor Dead or alive to the Council shall have three hundred pounds' reward. And so God save the King.  All. 
A Council, a Council! Ha—  [Hollow. Enter a Soldier hastily. Sould. 
Stand to your Arms Gentlemen, stand to your Arms, Bacon is Marching this way.  Dun. 
Ha— what numbers has he?  Soul. 
About a hundred Horse, in his March he has surprised Colonel 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'll hear Bacon speak—  [Dunce pleads with them. Tim. 
Well Major I have found a Stratagem shall make us four the Greatest Men in the Colony, we'll surrender ourselves 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'ye think I would have excused it with the fear of disordering my Cravat String else—  Dun. 
Why Gentlemen, he designs to Fire James Town; Murder you all, and then lie with your Wives, and will you slip this opportunity of seizing him?  Boo. 
Here's a Termagant Rogue Neighbours— we'll Hang the Dog. All, Ay, Ay, hang Bacon, hang Bacon.  Enter Bacon, and Fearless, some Soldiers 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 myself—  Dun. 
How came he to know of our Declaration?  Whim. 
Rogues, Rogues among ourselves— that inform.  Bac. 
What are ye silent all,— not a Man lift his Hand in Obedience to the Council to Murder this Traitor, that has exposed his Life so often for you? Ha what not for three hundred Pound,— you see I've left my Troops behind, and come all wearied with the Toils of War, worn out by Summer's heats and Winter's colds, Marched tedious Days and Nights thro' Bogs and Fens as dangerous as your Clamours, and as Faithless,— what though 'twas to preserve you all in safety, no matter, you should 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 cried so loud but now? A Council a Council, where is your Resolution, cannot three hundred Pound Excite your Valour, to seize that Traitor Bacon who has bled for you?—  All. 
A Bacon, a Bacon, a Bacon.—  [Hollow. Dow. 
Oh Villainous 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 Duty.  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 Soldiers, and takes the Proclamation from Dunce and shows 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 loved and honoured your Honour.  Tim. 
So entirely, Sir— that I wish I were safe in James Town for your sake, and your Honour were hanged.  [Aside. Bac. 
This fine Piece is of your Penning Parson— though it be countenanced 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 Honour's 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 seized 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 Colonel Downright's Daughter; I would fain be Plundering for a Trifle called a Maidenhead.  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 welcome, and those that will not may depart in Peace.  All. 
Hay, a General, a General, a General.  [Some Soldiers go off, some go to the side of Bacon. Enter Daring and Soldiers with Chrisante, Surelove, Mrs. Wnim. and Mrs. Whiff, and several other Women. Bac. 
Successful Daring welcome, what Prizes have ye?  Dare. 
The Fairest in the World Sir, I'm not for common Plunder.  Down. 
Ha, my Daughter and my Kinswoman!—  Bacon. 
'Tis not with Women Sir, nor honest Men like you that I intent to Combat; not their own Parents shall not be more indulgent, nor better safeguard to their Honour's Sir: But 'tis to save the Expense of Blood, I seize on their most valued Prizes  Down. 
But Sir, I know your wild Lieutenant General has long loved 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 General's 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 Hon ourable Treatment here.  Chris. 
We do not doubt it Sir, either from you or Daring, If he Love me—— that 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'll ne'er deceive your kind opinion of me— Ladies I hope you're all of that opinion to.  — 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 Ravished in your Camp.  Dare. 
Fie Mrs. Whimsy, do Soldiers use to Ravish?  Mrs. Whiff. 
Ravish— marry I fear 'em not, I'd have 'em know I scorn to be Ravished by any Man!  Fear. 
Ay a my Conscience Mrs Whiff, you are too good natured  Dare. 
Madam, I hope: you'll 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'll requite it.  Enter Soldier in haste. Soul. 
The Truce being ended, Sir, the Indians grow so insolent as to attack us even in our Camp, and have killed several of our Men.  Bac. 
'Tis time to check their boldness, Daring haste draw up our Men in order, to give 'em Battle, I rather had expected their submission.  
The Country now may see what they're too fear,  
Since we that are in Arms are not secure.  [Exeunt leading the Ladies.   

ACT IU.  

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, than the Music Playing louder, the Priest and Priestesses 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 Music plays again, than they Sing something fine, after which the Priests lead the King to the Altar, and the Priestessess, the Queen, they take off little Crowns from their Heads, and offer them at the Altar. King. 
Invoke the God, of our Quiocto to declare, what the Event shall be of this our last War against the English General.  [Soft Music ceases. The Music changes to confused Tunes, to which the Priest and Priestess Dance anticly Singing between; the same Incantation as before, and then Dance again, and so invoke again alternately: Which Dance ended a Voice behind the Altar cries, while soft Music Play— 

The English General shall be,  
A Captive to his Enemy;  
And you from all your Toils 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 myself perform the Office of a Priest.  Queen. 
Oh Sir, I fear you'll fall a Victim first.  King. 
What means Semernia, why are thy looks so Pale?  Queen. 
Alas the Oracles have double meanings, their sense is doubtful, and their words Inigmas, I fear Sir I could 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 Dreamed a Lion fell with Hunger, spite of your Guards slew you, and bore you hence.  King. 
This is thy Sex's fear, and no interpretation of the Oracle.  Queen. 
I could convince you farther.  King. 
Hast thou a secret thou canst keep from me? Thy Soul a thought that I must be stranger 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. 
Ha— 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'll bravely sell your Life, and deal some wounds where you'll receive so many.  King. 
'Tis Love Semernia makes thee Dream, while waking I'll trust the Gods, and am resolved for Battle.  Enter an Indian. Ind. 
Hast, Hast Great Sir to Arms, Bacon with all his Forces is prepared, and both the Armies ready to engage.  King. 
Hast to my General bid him charge 'em instantly, I'll bring up the supplies of stout Teroomians, those so well skilled in the Envenomed Arrow, [Exit Indian]— Semernia— words but poorly do express 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 farewell— but not a long farewell; I shall return Victorious to thy Arms,— commend me to the Gods and still remember me.  [Ex. King. Queen. 
Alas! What pity '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 wandering thoughts in pity of the General makes that zeal cold, declined— ineffectual;— If for the General I, implore the Deieties, methinks my Prayers should not ascend the Skies since Honour tells me 'tis an impious zeal.  
Which way so ever my Devotions 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 Battle 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; Daring 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, venturing too far, pursuing of the Foe; the King in Ambush with his Poisoned Archers, fell on and now we're dangerously distressed.  Bac. 
Daring is Brave, but, he's withal, too rash, come on and sollow me to his Assistance—  [Go out. A hollowing within, the Fight renews, Enter the Indians Beaten back by Bacon, Daring and Fearless, they Fight off, the noise of Fighting continues a while, this still behind the Wood Enter Indians Fying over the Stage, pursued 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 Aimed at nothing but my Conquering him— now like a Coward I must fly with Cowards, or like a desperate Madman fall, thus singly midst the numbers.  [Follow the Indians. Enter Bacon enraged with his Sword drawn, Fearless, and Daring following him. Bac. 
— Where is the King, Oh ye perfidious Slaves, how have you 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— should any but my General tell me so—— by Heaven he should find I were no starter.  Bac. 
Forgive me, I'm Mad— the Kings escaped, 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 betrayed— Oh Slaves, that even Wounds can't Animate.  [In Rage. Bac. 
The King!  King. 
The General here, by all the Powers betrayed by my own Men.  Bac. 
Abandoned as thou art I scorn to take thee basely, you shall have Soldiers 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'll 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 served me with success, but now— 'tis for Semernia that it draws, a prize more valued than my Kingdom, Sir—  Bac. 
Ha Semernia!  King. 
Your Blushes do betray your Passion for her.  Dar. 
'Sdeath have we Fought for this, to expose the Victor to the Conquered 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 dissuade 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 Romantic 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 courtesy, come here's to set us even—  [Fight again. King. 
You bleed apace.  Bac. 
You've only Breathed a Vein, and given me new Health and Vigour by it.  [They Fight again, Wounds on both sides, the King staggers, Bacon takes him in his Arms, the King drops his Sword: 
How do you Sir?  King. 
Like one— thats hovering between Heaven and Earth, I'm— mounting— somewhere— upwards— but giddy with my flight,— I know not where.  Bac. 
Command my Surgeons,— instantly— make haste Honour returns and Love all bleed'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'll— visit— your Fair Captive Sir, and tell her— oh— but Death prevents the rest.  [Dies. Enter Fearless. Bac. 
He's gone— and now like Caesar I could weep over the Hero I myself destroyed.  Fea. 
I'm glad for your repose I see him there— 'twas a Mad hot Brained Youth and so he died.  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 Pavilion.  Enter a Soldier. 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 myself will fly to rescue her.  [Goes out, they bear off the King's Body, Ex. all. Enter Whimsy pulling in Whiff, with a Halter about his Neck. Whim. 
Nay I'm resolved to keep thee here till his Honour the General comes,— what to call him Traitor, and run away after he had so generously given us our freedom, and Listed us Cadees for the next command that fell in his Army;— I'm resolved to Hang thee—  Whiff. 
Wilt thou betray and Peach thy 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 hehind 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 wilt be Hanged.  Whiff. 
You used to be a my side when a Justice, set the cause be how it would.  [Weeps. Whim. 
Ay— when I was a Justice I never minded Honesty, but now I'll be true to my General, and Hang thee to be a great man.—  Whiff. 
If I might but have a fair Trial for my Life—  Whim. 
A fair Trial— come I'll be thy Judge— and if thou canst clear thyself by Law I'll acquit thee, Sirrah, Sirrah, what canst thou say for thyself for calling his Honour Rebel?  [Sits on a DrumHead. Whiff. 
'Twas when I was Drunk an't like yourHonour.  Whim. 
That's no Plea, for if you kill a Man when you are Sober you must be Hanged when you are Drunk, hast thou any thing else to say for thyself, 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 Lord Chief Justice of our Court. Why how now Cornet— what in dreadful Enter Timorous with Battle Axe, Bow and Arrows, and Feathers on his Head. Equipage? Your Battle Axe Bloody, with Bow and Arrows?  Tim. 
I'm in the posture of the times Major— I could not be Idle where so much Action was, I'm going to present myself 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 Battle, were to give an account how he gained his Reputation, the World would be but thinly stocked with Heroes, I'll say he was a great War Captain, and that I killed 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— Ha I am overheard I doubt— who's yonder— [Sees Whim. and Whiff.] how Brother Whiff in a Hempen Cravat-String?  Whim. 
He called the General Traitor 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. 
Gad's zoors in case of Treason he'll behanged if it be proved against him, were there ne'er a witness at all, but he must tried by a Council of War Man— come, come let's disarm him—  [They take away his Arms, and pull a Bottle of Brandy out of his Pocket. Whiff. 
What, I hope you will not take away my Brandy Gentlemen, my last comfort.  Tim. 
Gad's zoors it's come in good time— we'll 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 Neighbour.  Whiff. 
If I Hang— I'll declare upon the Ladder, how you killed your War Captain  Tim. 
Come Brother Whimsy— 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 called 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 Traitor 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. 
Ha, 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 that you see coming this way, 'Sdeath yonder's Daring— Let's slip away before he advances.  [Exeunt all but Ranter and Jenny. Jen. 
I am scared with those dead Bodies we have passed over, for God's sake Madam, let me know your design in coming.  Rant. 
Why? now I'll tell thee— my damned mad Fellow Daring who has my heart and soul— Loves Chrisante, has stolen her, and carried 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 myself an Ass. and him conceited, no, instead of snevelling I'm resolved—  Jen. 
What Madam?  Rant. 
Gad to beat the Rascal, and bring of Crisante.  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 kicked from one end of the Town to tother, believing himself a Coward, at last forced 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'll 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 die its Martyr.  Enter Daring and Fearless. Fear. 
Have you seen Crysante 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 Daring— he has another Epithet to his name?  Ran. 
What's that, Rascal, or Coward?  Dar. 
Ha, 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 ordained me to Fight with Daring,— by thy concern thou shouldst be he?  Dar. 
I am, prithee who art thou?  Ran. 
Thy Rival, though newly arrived from England, and came to Marry fair Chrisante, whom thou hast Ravished, 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 Courtesy, 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. [Too Dare.  Dar. 
Perhaps she'll Love him as little.  Ran. 
Gad put it to the Trial, 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'll 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 Daring?  Cri. 
Not at all, though he tells me daily of his Passion I rally him, and give him neither hope nor despair,— he's here.  Enter Daring 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 exposed myself 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 Damned Rogue Daring to myself, receive me as sent by Colonel Surelove from England to Marry you— favour me— no more— your Ranter— Ha Ranter? [Aside]— Sir you have too good a Character from my Cousin Colonel Surelove, not to receive my welcome.  [Gives Surelove the Letter. Ran. 
Stand by General—  [bushes away Darling and looks big, and takes Chrisante by the hand and kisses it. Dare. 
'Sdeath Sir there's room— enough— at first sight so kind? Oh Youth— Youth and Impudence, what Temptations are you— to Villainous 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, than 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 and 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 myself to Madam Ranter.  Chri. 
Ay, she's the fittest Wife for you, she'll fit your Humour.  Dar. and Ranter 
— Gad I'd sooner marry a She Bear, unless for a Penance 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 would ruin 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'll lavish all.  Ran. 
A Pox on him— how he vexes me.  Dar. 
Then such a Tongue— she'll rail and smoke till she choke again then six Gallons of Punch hardly recovers her, and never but then is she ' good Natured.  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 lie— 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 though I seemed not to do so, in revenge for the trick you put on me in telling me a Lady died 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 testify, we know her.  Chri. 
Upon my Life 'tis true.  Dar. 
Widow I have a shrewd suspicion, that you yourself may be this dying Lady.  Ran. 
Why so Coxcomb?  Dar. 
Because you took such pains to put yourself 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 Crisante. Dar. 
Give me thy hand Widow, I am thine— and so entirely, I will never— be drunk out of thy Company— Dunce is in my Tent— prithee let's in and bind the bargain.  Ran. 
Nay, faith, let's see the Wars at an end first.  Dar. 
Nay, prithee, take me in the humour, while thy Breeches are on— for I never liked thee half so well in Petticoats.  Ran. 
Lead on General, you give me good encouragement to wear them.  [Exeunt.   

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 Bacon's whole Army?  Haz. 
Oh, they are drunk with Victory and Wine; there will be naught but Revelling to Night.  Fr. 
Would we could learn in wha Quarter the Ladies are lodged, 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 ourselves behind yonder Trees— lest we be surprised.  Tim. 
Would I were well at home— Gad Zoors— if e'er you catch me a Cadeeing again, I'll be content to be set in the fore front of the Battle for Hawks Meat.  Whim. 
Thou'rt afraid 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. Fr. 
Who goes there?  Whim. 
Oh, they'll give us no Quarter; 'twas long of you Cornet, that we ran away from our Colours.  Tim. 
Me— 'twas the Major's Ambition here— to make himself a great Man with the Council again.  Dull. 
Poxo ' 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 led some Brandy.  Tim. 
Gad's 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 ve— speak— or I'll shoot?  Whim. 
Friends to thee— who the Devil are we friends too?  Tim. 
E'en who you please, Gad Zoors.  Fr. 
Ha— Gad Zoors— who's there, Timorous?  Tim. 
Hum— I know no such Scoundrel—  [Gets behind. Dull. 
Ha— that's Friendly's Voice.  Fr. 
Right— thine's that of Dullman— who's with you?  Dull. 
Only Timorous, Whimsy and Whiff, all Valiantly running away from the Arch Rebel that took us Prisoners.  Haz. 
Can you inform us where the Ladies are lodged?  Dull. 
In the hither Quarter in Dareings Tents; you'll know them by Lanterns on every corner— there was never better time to surprise them— for this day Dareing's Married, and there's nothing but Dancing and Drinking.  Haz. 
Married! To whom?  Dull. 
That I ne'er enquired.  Fr. 
'Tis to Crisante, Friend— and the reward of my attempt is lost. Oh, I am mad, I'll fight away my life, and my despair shall yet do greater wonders, than even my Love could 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 Lady's  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 Bachelor— Why, what a plague is a Wife?  Haz. 
Will you March forward?  Dull. 
We have achieved 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 Soldiers 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.  A noise of fighting, after which enters Friendly with his Party, retreating and fighting, from Daring and some Soldiers, 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 Soldiers 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 Murdered 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 Courtesy, who against all the Laws of Honour and of Justice, hast ravished 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 ere that Lady be whom you affect, I will resign, and give you both your Freedoms.  Fr. 
Why, for this Courtesy, which shows thee brave, in the next Fight I'll save thy Life, to quit the obligation.  Dar. 
I thank you, Sir— come to my Tent— and when we've dressed 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 Soldier, 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 Soldiers. Dull. Tim. Whim and Whiff, pricked on by their Party to fight, so that they lay about them like Madmen. Bacon, Fearless and Daring come in, rescue their men, and fight out the other Party, some falling dead. Bacon, Fearless and Daring return tired, with their Swords drawn. enter Soldier 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. 
Ha, 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 engage this haughty Enemy, before they have reposed their weary Limbs— Is not you Ruddy Light the Morning's Dawn.  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 surprise me with some handsome 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 thou'st 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'll 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'll 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 endeavoured to serve you, though Hazard had the Honour on't.  Well. 
But Ladies we'll 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 dressed, obey me if you Love me, and Hazard shall conduct us home.  Well. 
He had the Toil, 'tis fit he have the recompense.  Whiff. 
He the Toil Sir, what did we stand for Ciphers?  Whim. 
The very appearance I made in the front of the Battle, awed the Enemy.  Tim. 
Ay, Ay, Let the Enemy say how I mauled 'em— but Gad's zoors I scorn to brag.  Well. 
Since you've regained your Honour so Gloriously— I restore you to your Commands, you lost by your seeming Cowardice.  Dull. 
Valour is not always in Humour Sir.  Well. 
Come Gentlemen since they're resolved 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 Colonel 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 hanged— 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 a thick Wood, Enter Queen dressed like an Indian Man, with a Bow in her hand and Quiver at her Back, Anaria her Confident disguised 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 should Perish here, than stay to expect the violence of his Passion; Towhich my heart's too sensibly inclined.  Ana. 
Why do you not obey its 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'ercome.  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 concealed— 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 watched his looks, and listened 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 tedious Moons I passed in silent languishment; Honour endeavouring to destroy my Love, but all in vain, for still my pain returned when ever I beheld my Conqueror, but now when I consider him as Murderer of my Lord— [Fiercely] 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. 
Ha, we are surprised, oh whether shall I fly? And yet methinks a certain trembling joy, spite of my Soul, spite of my boasted Honour, runs shivering round my heart..  [Enter an Indian. Ind. 
Madam your out guards are surprised by Bacon, who hews down all before him, and demands the Queen with such a voice and Eyes so Fierce and Angry, he kills us with his looks.  Cav. 
Draw up your Poisoned Arrows to the head, and aim them at his Heart, sure some will hit.  Quee. 
Cruel Cavaro,— would 'twere fit for me to contradict thy Justice.  [Aside. 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. Flies 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 would not hurt thee to regain my Kingdom—  [He snatches her in his Arms she reels. Bac. 
Ha— a Woman's 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, thou'st saved 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 waits— [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 Toiled.  [Weeps and lies down by her. Enter Fearless with his Sword drawn. Fea. 
Ha on the Earth— how do you Sir?  Bac. 
What wouldst thou?  Fea. 
Wellman with all the Forces he can gather attacks us even in our very Camp, assist us Sir or all is lost.  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 case, since my fair Queen— is Dead,— and by my Hand.  Quee. 
So charming and obliging is thy moan, that I could wish for Life to recompense 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'er becomes of me— lose 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— farewell— 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— continueth a while. Bac. 
Ha— 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 Soldier's knell— and all the Joys of Life— with thee I bid farewell—  [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 possessed— I did not think to have found them so prepared.  Down. 
They'ye 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 Daring and Fearless hastily, with their Swords drawn, meet Whim, Whiff, with their Swords drawn, running away. Dar. 
How now, whether away?  [In anger. Whim. 
Ha, Daring 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 confese.  Whim. 
What will you confess— we were only going behind you 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 themPrisoners to my Tent, [Ex Sold with Wh. & Whiff.  Enter Ranter without a Hat; and Sword drawn. [Daring angrily goes the other way. 〈◊〉. 
A Pox of all ill luck, how came I to ●…ese Daring in the fight? Ha— who's here?— Dullman and Timorous Dead— the Rogues are Counterfeits— I'll see what Movables 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 Villainous World come to.  [Clashing of Swords just as they were going to rise. Enter Hazard bringing in Ranter. Haz. 
Thou couldst expect no other Fate Young man, thy hands are yet too tender for a Sword.  Ran. 
Thou look'st like a good natured Fellow, use me civilly, and Daring shall Ransom 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 Soldiers 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 hoped if taken. What will you do, I know we are pursued, by Heaven I will not die a shameful Death.  Bac. 
Oh they'll have pity on thy Youth and Bravery, but I'm above their Pardon.  A noise is heard. Within. 
This way— this way— hay— hauling.  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 Pommel of his Sword. Come my good Poison, like that of Hannibal, long I have born a noble Remedy for all the ills of Life. Takes Poison. I have too long survived my Queen and Glory, those two bright Stars that influenced my Life are set to all Eternity.  Lies down. Enter Fearless, runs to Bacon and looks on his Sword. Fea. 
— Ha— what have ye done?  Bac. 
Secured myself from being a public Spectacle upon the common Theatre of Death.  Enter Daring and Soldiers. Dar. 
Victory, victory, they fly, they fly, where's the Victorious General?  Fea. 
Here— taking his last Adieu.  Dare. 
Dying? Then whither 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. Dar. 
All routed Horse and Foot, I placed 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 could 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 Council— and never let Ambition— Love— or Interest make you forget as I have done— your Duty— and Allegiance— farewell— a long farewell—  [Dies Embracing their Necks. Dar. 
So fell the Roman Cassius— by mistake—  Enter Soldiers with Dunce, Tim. and Dullman. Sould. 
An't please your Honour we took these Men running away.  Dar. 
Let 'em lose— the Wars are at an end, see where the General lies— that great Souled Man, no private Body e'er contained a Nobler, and he that could have conquered all America, finds only here his scanty length of Earth,— go bear the Body to his own Pavilion— [Soldier goes out with the Body] Tho we are Conquerors we submit to treat, and yield upon conditions, you Mr. Dunce shall bear our Articles to the Council—  Dun. 
With joy I will obey you.  Tim. 
Good General let us be put in the agreement.  Dar. 
You shall be obliged—  [Ex. Dar. Dunc. Dull. and Tim. as Fear. goes out, a Soldier meets him Sould. 
What does your Honour intend to do with Whim and Whiff, who are Condemned by a Council of War.  Enter Daring, Dullman Tim. Fearless and Officers. Dare. 
You come too late Gentlemen to be put into the Articles, nor am I satisfied you're worthy of it.  Dull. 
Why did not you Sir see us lie Dead in the Field.  Dar. 
Yes, but I see no wound about you.  Tim. 
We were stuned with being knocked down, Gad's zoors a Man may be killed with the But end of a Musket, as soon as with the point of a Sword.  [Enter Dunce. Dun. 
The Council Sir wishes you Health and Happiness, and ●…sends you these Signed by their Hands—  [Gives Papers. Dar. Reads. 
That you shall have a general Pardon for yourself and Friends, that you shall have all new Commissions, and Daring to Command as General; that you shall have free leave to inter your Dead General, in James Town, and to ratify this— we will meet you at Madam Sureloves' House which stands between the Armies, attended by only by our Officers. The Counsels noble and I'll wait upon them.  Exit Dunce. SCENE a Grove near Madam Sureloves, Enter Surelove weeping, Well. Crisante, Mrs. Flirt, Ranter as before, Down. Haz. Frien. Booz. Brag. Well. 
How long Madam have you heard the news of Colonel Surelove's Death?  Sure. 
By a Vessel last Night arrived.  Well. 
You should not grieve 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 denied— Crisante do 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 Daring, 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 Sealed and new Commissions.  Dar. 
I'm not Ambitious 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 entreat you'll render me,  Haz. 
Sir— here I resign him to you.  [Gives him Ranter. Ran. 
Faith General you left me but scurvily in Battle.  Dar. 
That was to see how well you could shift for yourself, now I find you can bear the brunt of a Campaign you are a fit Wife for a Soldier.  All. 
A Woman— Ranter—  Haz. 
Faith Madam I should 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 join.  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'll leave her Trade— and spark it above all the Ladies at Church, no more— take her and make her honest.  Enter Whim and Whiff stripped. Cries. 
Bless me, what have we here?  Whim. 
Why, an't like your Honours, we were taken by the Enemy.— hah Daring here and Fearless?  Fea. 
How now— Gentlemen were not you two Condemned 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 Hanged— 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 Council shall be supplied by these Gentlemen of Sense and Honour. The Governor 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'll home to my Nancy.  Dull. 
Have we exposed our Lives and Fortunes for this?  Tim. 
Gad's zoors I never thrived since I was a Statesman, left Planting, and fell to promising and Lying, I'll 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.