_Bac._ What, are ye silent all,--not a Man to lift his Hand in Obedience to the Council, to murder this Traytor that has exposed his Life so often for you? Hah, what, not for three hundred Pound?--You see I’ve left my Troops behind, and come all wearied with the Toils of War, worn out by Summers heats, and Winters cold, march’d tedious Days and Nights through Bogs and Fens as dangerous as your Clamours, and as faithless,--what though ‘twas to preserve you all in Safety, no matter, you shou’d obey the grateful Council, and kill this honest Man that has defended you. _All._ Hum, hum, hum. _Whiff._ The General speaks like a Gorgon. _Tim._ Like a Cherubin, Man. _Bac._ All silent yet--where’s that mighty Courage, that cried so loud but now, A Council, a Council? where is your Resolution? cannot three hundred Pound excite your Valour to seize that Traitor _Bacon_ who has bled for you? _All._ A _Bacon_, a _Bacon_, a _Bacon_. [Hollow. _Down._ Oh villainous Cowards!--Oh the faithless Multitude! _Bac._ What say you, Parson?--you have a forward Zeal. _Dun._ I wish my Coat, Sir, did not hinder me from acting as becomes my Zeal and Duty. _Whim._ A plaguy rugged Dog,--that Parson-- _Bac._ _Fearless_, seize me that canting Knave from out the Herd, and next those honourable Officers. [Points to _Dull._ _Whim._ _Whiff_, and _Tim._ _Fearless_ seizes them, and gives them to the Soldiers, and takes the Proclamation from _Dunce_, and shews _Bacon_; they read it. _Dull._ Seize us, Sir, you shall not need, we laid down our Commissions on purpose to come over to your Honour. _Whiff._ We ever lov’d and honour’d your Honour. _Tim._ So intirely, Sir--that I wish I were safe in _James_ Town for your sake, and your Honour were hang’d. [Aside. _Bac._ This fine Piece is of your penning, Parson,--though it be countenanc’d by the Council’s Names.--Oh Ingratitude! Burn, burn the treacherous Town, fire it immediately.-- _Whim._ We’ll obey you, Sir. _Whiff._ Ay, ay, we’ll make a Bonfire on’t, and drink your Honour’s health round about it. [They offer to go. _Bac._ Yet hold, my Revenge shall be more merciful, I ordered that all the Women of Rank shall be seiz’d and brought to my Camp. I’ll make their Husbands pay their Ransoms dearly; they’d rather have their Hearts bleed than their Purses. _Fear._ Dear General, let me have the seizing of Colonel _Downright’s_ Daughter; I would fain be plundering for a Trifle call’d a Maiden-head. _Bac._ On pain of Death treat them with all respect; assure them of the safety of their Honour. Now, all that will follow me, shall find a welcome, and those that will not, may depart in Peace. _All._ Hay, a General, a General, a General. [Some Soldiers go off: Some go to the side of _Bacon_. Enter _Daring_ and Soldiers, with _Chrisante_, _Surelove_, Mrs. _Whim._ and Mrs. _Whiff_, and several other Women. _Bac._ Successful _Daring_, welcome, what Prizes have ye?