_Down._ We are sensible, Gentlemen, that our Fortunes, our Honours, and our Lives are at stake; and therefore you are call’d together to consult what’s to be done in this Grand Affair, till our Governour and Forces arrive from _England_: the Truce he made with the _Indians_ will be out to morrow. _Whiff._ Ay, and then he intends to have another bout with the _Indians_. Let’s have patience, I say, till he has thrumb’d their Jackets, and then to work with your Politicks as soon as you please. _Down._ Colonel _Wellman_ has answer’d that point, good Captain _Whiff_; ’.is the Event of this Battel we ought to dread; and if won or lost, will be equally fatal for us, either from the _Indians_ or from _Bacon_. _Dun._ With the Permission of the honourable Board, I think I have hit upon an Expedient that may prevent this Battel: 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 _Nancy’s_ Counsel--Dr. _Dunce_ has spoken like a Cherubin, he shall have my Voice for General; what say you, Brother _Whimsey_? _Down._ I say he is a Noble Fellow, and fit for a General. _Dun._ But conceive me right, Gentlemen; as soon as he shall have render’d himself, seize him, and strike off his Head at the Fort. _Whiff._ Hum! his Head--Brother. _Whim._ Ay, ay, Dr. _Dunce_ speaks like a Cherubin. _Well._ Mr. _Dunce_, your Counsel in extremity, I confess, is not amiss; but I should be loth 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 Governour arrive, I should agree to it; but I question his coming in upon our Invitation. _Dun._ Leave that to me. _Whim._ Come, I’ll warrant him, the Rogue’s as stout as _Hector_, he fears neither Heaven nor Hell. _Down._ He’s too brave and bold to refuse our Summons, and I am for sending him for _England_, and leaving him to the 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 it. _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. [Ex. _Well._ _Down._ and all but _Whim._ _Whiff._ and _Dunce_. _Whiff._ Ah, Doctor, if you could but have persuaded Colonel _Wellman_ and Colonel _Downright_ to have hanged him--