_Well._ And call you this defending of your self? _Bac._ I call it doing of my self that right, which upon just demand the Council did refuse me; if my Ambition, as you’re pleased to call it, made me demand too much, I left my self to you. _Well._ Perhaps we thought it did. _Bac._ Sir, you affront my Birth--I am a Gentleman, and yet my Thoughts were humble--I would have fought under the meanest of your Parasites. _Tim._ There’s a Bob for us, Brother. [To _Dull._ _Bac._ But still you put me off with Promises--and when compell’d to stir in my Defence I call’d none to my aid, and those that came, ‘twas their own Wrongs that urg’d them. _Down._ ‘Tis fear’d, Sir, under this Pretence, you aim at Government. _Bac._ I scorn to answer to so base an Accusation; the height of my Ambition is to be an honest Subject. _Well._ An honest Rebel, Sir-- _Bac._ You know you wrong me, and ‘tis basely urg’d--but this is trifling--here are my Commissions. [Throws down Papers, _Down._ reads. _Down._ To be General of the Forces against the _Indians_, and blank Commissions for his Friends. _Well._ Tear them in pieces--are we to be imposed upon? Do ye come in hostile manner to compel us? _Down._ Be not too rough, Sir, let us argue with him. _Well._ I am resolv’d I will not. _Tim._ Then we are all dead Men, Gudzoors! he will not give us time to say our Prayers. _Well._ We every day expect fresh force from _England_, till then, we of our selves shall be sufficient to make defence against a sturdy Traitor. _Bac._ Traitor! S’death, Traitor--I defy ye, but that my Honour’s yet above my Anger, I’d make you answer me that Traitor dearly. [Rises. _Well._ Hah--am I threatned--Guards, secure the Rebel. [Guards seize him. _Bac._ Is this your honourable Invitation? Go--triumph in your short-liv’d Victory, the next turn shall be mine. [Exeunt Guards with _Bac._ _A Noise of Fighting--Enter _Bacon_, _Wellman’s_ Guards beat back by the Rabble, _Bacon_ snatches a Sword from one, and keeps back the Rabble, _Tim._ gets under the Table._ _Down._ What means this Insolence? _Rab._ We’ll have our General, and knock that Fellow’s Brains out, and hang up Colonel _Wellman_. _All._ Ay, ay, hang up _Wellman_. [The Rabble seize _Well._ and _Dull._ and the rest. _Dull._ Hold, hold, Gentlemen, I was always for the General. _Rab._ Let’s barbicu this fat Rogue. _Bac._ Be gone, and know your distance to the Council. [The Rabble let ‘em go. _Well._ I’d rather perish by the meanest Hand, than owe my safety poorly thus to _Bacon_. [In Rage. _Bac._ If you persist still in that mind I’ll leave you, and conquering make you happy ‘gainst your will. [Ex. _Bacon_ and Rabble, hollowing a _Bacon_, a _Bacon_. _Well._ Oh villanous Cowards! who will trust his Honour with Sycophants so base? Let us to Arms--by Heaven, I will not give my Body rest, till I’ve chastised the boldness of this Rebel.