_Whiff._ Nay, since we are come out like loving Brothers to hang the General, let’s not fall out among our selves; and so here’s to you, [Drinks.] though 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_ dreamt 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 hundred Pounds of Tobacco. _Whim._ Nay, then I am 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 our selves? 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; and here the Air is cool. _Fear._ The Breezes 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, lets on-- [They pass to the Entrance. _Whim._ There, Boys-- [The Soldiers come forth and fall on _Bacon_. _Bac._ Hah! Ambush-- [Draws, _Fearless_ and Footmen draw, the Soldiers after a while fighting, take _Bacon_ and _Fearless_, 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 durst have attempted it. _Whim._ Stop his railing Tongue. _Whiff._ No, no, let him rail, let him rail now his Hands are ty’d, ha, ha. Why, good General _Frightall_, what, was no body able d’ye think to tame the roaring Lyon? _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._ Hah--my General betray’d!--this I suspected. [His Men come in, they fall on, release _Bacon_ and _Fearless_, and his Man, and get Swords. _Whimsey’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 hang’d? _Whiff._ Oh, _Nancy_, _Nancy_, how prophetick are thy Dreams! _Bac._ Come, lets on-- _Dar._ S’death, what mean you, Sir? _Bac._ As I designed--to present my self to the Council.