_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, d’ye see; their young Gentry should all travel hither for breeding, and to learn the mysteries of State. _Friend._ As for the old covetous Fellows, I would have the Tradesmen get in their Debts, break and turn Troopers. _Tim._ And they’d be soon weary of Extortion, gad zoors. _Dull._ Then for the young Merchants, there should be a Law made, none should go beyond _Ludgate_. _Friend._ You have found out the only way to preserve that great Kingdom. [Drinking all this while sometimes. _Tim._ Well, gad zoors, ‘tis a fine thing to be a good Statesman. _Friend._ Ay, Cornet, which you had never been had you staid in Old _England_. _Dull._ Why, Sir, we were somebody in _England_. _Friend._ So I heard, Major. _Dull._ You heard, Sir! what have you heard? he’s a Kidnapper 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, and he’s a Rascal that denies it. _Friend._ S’death, you lye, Sir--I do. _Tim._ Gad zoors, Sir, lye to a Privy-Counsellor, 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. _Friend._ 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. [Goes out. _Tim._ An arrant Coward, gad zoors. _Dull._ A mere Paultroon, and I scorn to drink in his Company. [Exeunt, putting up their Swords. SCENE III. A _Sevana_, or large Heath. Enter _Whimsey_, _Whiff_, and _Boozer_, with some Soldiers arm’d. _Whim._ Stand--stand--and hear the word of Command--do ye see yon Cops, and that Ditch that runs along Major _Dullman’s_ Plantation? _Booz._ We do. _Whim._ Place your Men there, and lie flat on your Bellies, and when _Bacon_ comes, (if alone) seize him, d’ye see. _Whiff._ Observe the Command now (if alone) for we are not for blood-shed. _Booz._ I’ll warrant you for our parts. [Exeunt all but _Whim._ and _Whiff_. _Whim._ Now we have ambusht our Men, let’s light our Pipes, and sit down and take an encouraging dram of the Bottle. [Pulls 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, d’ye see, and though ‘twere under the Gallows. _Whim._ Thou’rt a Traitor for saying so, and I defy thee.