_Ind._ Haste, haste, great Sir, to Arms; _Bacon_ with all his Forces is prepar’d, and both the Armies ready to engage. _King._ Haste to my General, bid him charge ‘em instantly; I’ll bring up the Supplies of stout _Teroomians_, those so well skill’d in the envenom’d Arrow. [Ex. _Indian_. --_Semernia_--Words but poorly do express the Griefs of parting Lovers--’tis with dying Eyes, and a Heart trembling--thus-- [Puts her Hand on his Heart. they take a heavy leave;--one parting Kiss, and one Love pressing sigh, and then farewel:--but not a long farewel; I shall return victorious to thy Arms--commend me to the Gods, and still remember me. [Exit. _Queen._ Alas! What pity ‘tis I saw the General, before my Fate had given me to the King--But now--like those that change their Gods, my faithless Mind betwixt my two Opinions wavers; while to the Gods my Monarch I commend; my wandring Thoughts in pity of the General makes that Zeal cold, declin’d--ineffectual.--If for the General I implore the Deities, methinks my Prayers should not ascend the Skies, since Honour tells me ‘tis an impious Zeal. _Which way soever my Devotions move, I am too wretched to be heard above._ [Goes in. [All exeunt. SCENE II. _Shows a Field of Tents, seen at some distance through the Trees of a Wood, Drums, Trumpets and the noise of Battel, with hollowing. The _Indians_ are seen with Battel-Axes to retreat fighting from the _English_, and all go off; when they re-enter immediately beating back the _English_, the _Indian King_ at the head of his Men, with Bows and Arrows; _Daring_ being at the head of the _English_: They fight off; the Noise continues less loud as more at distance._ Enter _Bacon_ with his Sword drawn, meets _Fearless_ with his Sword drawn. _Fear._ Haste, haste, Sir, to the Entrance of the Wood, _Daring’s_ engaged past hope of a Retreat, venturing too far, pursuing of the Foe; the King in Ambush, with his poison’d Archers, fell on, and now we are dangerously distrest. _Bac._ _Daring_ is brave, but he’s withal too rash, come on and follow me to his Assistance-- [Go out. [A hollowing within, the Fight renews; enter the _Indians_ beaten back by _Bacon_, _Daring_ and _Fearless_; they fight off; the noise of Fighting continues a while, this still behind the Wood. Enter _Indians_ flying over the Stage, pursued by the _King_. _King._ Turn, turn, ye fugitive Slaves, and face the Enemy; Oh Villains, Cowards, deaf to all Command: by Heaven, I had my Rival in my view, and aim’d at nothing but my conquering him--now like a Coward I must fly with Cowards, or like a desperate Madman fall, thus singly, midst the numbers. [Follows the _Indians_. Enter _Bacon_ inraged with his Sword drawn, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ following him.