[Exeunt _Well._ _Down._ and the rest, all but _Dull._ _Tim._ peeps from under the Table. _Tim._ What, is the roistering Hector gone, Brother? _Dull._ Ay, ay, and the Devil go with him. [Looking sadly, _Tim._ comes out. _Tim._ Was there ever such a Bull of _Bashan_! Why, what if he should come down upon us and kill us all for Traitors. _Dull._ I rather think the Council will hang us all for Cowards--ah--oh--a Drum--a Drum--oh. [He goes out. _Tim._ This is the Misery of being great. We’re sacrific’d to every turn of State. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. The Country Court, a great Table, with Papers, a _Clerk writing._ Enter a great many People of all sorts, then _Friendly_, after him _Dullman_. _Friend._ How now, Major; what, they say _Bacon_ scar’d you all out of the Council yesterday; What say the People? _Dull._ Say? they curse us all, and drink young _Frightall’s_ Health, and swear they’ll fight through Fire and Brimstone for him. _Friend._ And to morrow will hollow him to the Gallows, if it were his chance to come there. _Dull._ ‘Tis very likely: Why, I am forced to be guarded to the Court now, the Rabble swore they would _De-Wit_ me, but I shall hamper some of ’.m. Wou’d the Governour were here to bear the brunt on’t, for they call us the evil Counsellors. Enter _Hazard_, goes to _Friendly_. Here’s the young Rogue that drew upon us too, we have Rods in Piss for him, i’faith. Enter _Timorous_ with _Bailiffs_, whispers to _Dullman_, after which to the _Bailiffs_. _Tim._ Gadzoors, that’s he, do your Office. _Bail._ We arrest you, Sir, in the King’s Name, at the suit of the honourable Justice _Timorous_. _Haz._ Justice _Timorous_! who the Devil’s he? _Tim._ I am the man, Sir, d’ye see, for want of a better; you shall repent, Guds zoors, your putting of tricks upon Persons of my Rank and Quality. [After he has spoke, he runs back as afraid of him. _Haz._ Your Rank and Quality! _Tim._ Ay, Sir, my Rank and Quality; first I am one of the honourable Council, next, a Justice of Peace in _Quorum_, Cornet of a Troop of Horse, d’ye see, and Church-warden. _Friend._ From whence proceeds this, Mr. Justice? you said nothing of this at Madam _Ranter’s_ yesterday; you saw him there, then you were good Friends. _Tim._ Ay, however I have carried my Body swimmingly before my Mistress, d’ye see, I had Rancour in my Heart, Gads zoors. _Friend._ Why, this Gentleman’s a Stranger, and but lately come ashore. _Haz._ At my first landing I was in company with this Fellow and two or three of his cruel Brethren, where I was affronted by them, some Words pass’d, and I drew-- _Tim._ Ay, ay, Sir, you shall pay for’t,--why--what, Sir, cannot a civil Magistrate affront a Man, but he must be drawn upon presently? _Friend._ Well, Sir, the Gentleman shall answer your Suit, and I hope you’ll take my Bail for him. _Tim._ ‘Tis enough--I know you to be a civil Person.