_Dar._ By Heavens, we’ll follow then to save you from their Treachery, ’.was 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 occasions.--_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._ and _Fearless_. _Whiff._ A Pox on your Worship’s Plot. _Whim._ A Pox of your forwardness to come out of the Hedge. [Ex. Officers, with _Whim._ and _Whiff_. SCENE IV. _The Council-Table_. Enter Col. _Wellman_, Col. _Downright_, _Dullman_, _Timorous_, and about seven or eight 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, though he be himself undaunted, yet the persuasions of his two Lieutenant-Generals, _Daring_ and _Fearless_, may prevent him--Colonel, have you order’d our Men to be in Arms? Enter a _Soldier_. _Down._ I have, and they’l attend further order on the _Sevana_. _Sold._ May it please your Honours, _Bacon_ is on his way, he comes unattended by any but his Footmen, and Col. _Fearless_. _Down._ Who is this Fellow? _Well._ A Spy I sent to watch _Bacon’s_ Motions. _Sold._ 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, wou’d I had thought on’t for my Troop. _Down._ I am for no unfair dealing in any extremity. Enter _Brag_ in haste. _Brag._ An’t please your Honours, the saddest News--an Ambush being laid for _Bacon_, they rush’d out upon him on the _Sevana_, and after some fighting took him and _Fearless_-- _Tim._ Is this your sad News--zoors, wou’d I had had a hand in’t. _Brag._ When on a sudden, _Daring_ and his Party fell in upon us, turn’d the tide--kill’d our Men, and took Captain _Whimsey_, and Captain _Whiff_ Pris’ners; the rest run away, but _Bacon_ fought like fury. _Tim._ A bloody Fellow! _Down._ _Whimsey_ 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 wish’d that the Plot had been yours but now. _Tim._ Ay, but the Case is alter’d since that, good Brother. _Well._ Now he’s exasperated 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 dismiss’d all his Soldiers, and is entring the Town on foot. _Well._ What pity ‘tis a brave Man should be guilty of an ill Action.