_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 lye, and you are a Rascal. [Flings the Brandy in his Face. _Tim._ Adz zoors, he has spil’d all the Brandy. [_Tim._ runs behind the Door, _Dull_, and _Booz._ strike _Hazard_. _Haz._ I understand no Cudgel-play, but wear a Sword to right myself. [Draws, they run off. _Flirt._ Good Heavens! what, quarelling in my House? _Haz._ Do the Persons of Quality in this Country treat Strangers thus? _Flirt._ Alas, Sir, ‘tis a familiar way they have, Sir. _Haz._ I’m glad I know it.--Pray, Madam, can you inform one how I may be furnish’d with a Horse and a Guide to Madam _Surelove’s_? _Flirt._ A most accomplish’d Lady, and my very good Friend, you shall be immediately-- [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Council-Table. Enter _Wellman_, _Downright_, _Dunce_, _Whimsey_, _Whiff_, and others. _Well._ Come, Mr. _Dunce_, though you are no Counsellor, yet your Counsel may be good in time of Necessity, as now. _Dun._ If I may give worthy Advice, I do not look upon our Danger to be so great from the _Indians_, as from young _Bacon_, whom the People have nick-nam’d _Fright-all_. _Whim._ Ay, ay, that same _Bacon_, I would he were well hang’d: I am afraid that under pretence of killing all the _Indians_ he means to murder us, lie with our Wives, and hang up our little Children, and make himself Lord and King. _Whiff._ Brother _Whimsey_, not so hot; with leave of the honourable Board, my Wife is of opinion, that _Bacon_ came seasonably to our Aid, and what he has done was for our Defence, the _Indians_ came down upon us, and ravish’d us all, Men, Women, and Children. _Well._ If these Grievances were not redrest, we had our Reasons for it; it was not that we were insensible, Captain _Whiff_, of what we suffer’d 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 hufft 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 make 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.