_Dun._ I hope, Sir, you will not credit the Malice of my Enemies. _Well._ No more, you are free, and what you counsell’d about the Ambush, was both prudent and seasonable, and perhaps I now wish it had taken effect. Enter _Friendly_ and _Hazard_. _Friend._ I have brought an _English_ Gentleman to kiss your Hands, Sir, and offer you his Service, he is young and brave, and Kinsman to Colonel _Surelove_. _Well._ Sir, you are welcome; and to let you see you are so, we will give you your Kinsman’s Command, Captain of a Troop of Horse-Guards, and which I’m sure will be continued to you when the Governour arrives. _Haz._ I shall endeavour to deserve the Honour, Sir. Enter _Dull._ _Tim._ _Whim._ and _Whiff_, all in Buff, Scarf, and Feather. _Down._ So, Gentlemen, I see you’re in a readiness. _Tim._ Readiness! What means he, I hope we are not to be drawn out to go against the Enemy, Major. _Dull._ If we are, they shall look a new Major for me. _Well._ We were debating, Gentlemen, what course were best to pursue against this powerful Rebel. _Friend._ Why, Sir, we have Forces enough, let’s charge him instantly, Delays are dangerous. _Tim._ Why, what a damn’d fiery Fellow is this? _Down._ But if we drive him to extremities, we fear his siding with the _Indians_. _Dull._ Colonel _Downright_ has hit it; why should we endanger our Men against a desperate Termagant; If he love Wounds and Scars so well, let him exercise on our Enemies--but if he will needs fall upon us, ‘tis then time enough for us to venture our Lives and Fortunes. _Tim._ How, we go to _Bacon_! under favour, I think ‘tis his duty to come to us, an you go to that, Gads zoors. _Friend._ If he do, ‘twill cost you dear, I doubt, Cornet.--I find by our List, Sir, we are four thousand Men. _Tim._ Gads zoors, not enough for a Breakfast for that insatiate _Bacon_, and his two Lieutenant Generals, _Fearless_ and _Daring_. [_Whiff_ sits on the Ground with a Bottle of Brandy. _Whim._ A Morsel, a Morsel. _Well._ I am for an attack, what say you, Gentlemen, to an attack?--What, silent all? What say you, Major? _Dull._ I say, Sir, I hope my Courage was never in dispute. But, Sir, I am going to marry Colonel _Downright’s_ Daughter here--and should I be slain in this Battle ‘twould break her Heart;--besides, Sir, I should lose her Fortune. [Speaks big. _Well._ I’m sure here’s a Captain will never flinch. [To _Whim._ _Whim._ Who, I, an’t like your Honour? _Well._ Ay, you. _Whim._ Who, I? ha, ha, ha: Why, did your Honour think that I would fight? _Well._ Fight! yes; why else do you take Commissions? _Whim._ Commissions! Oh Lord, O Lord, take Commissions to fight! ha, ha, ha; that’s a jest, if all that take Commissions should fight-- _Well._ Why do you bear Arms then?