_Tim._ I’m in the posture of the times, Major--I cou’d not be idle where so much Action was; I’m going to present my self to the General, with these Trophies of my Victory here-- _Dull._ Victory--what Victory--did not I see thee creeping out of yonder Bush, where thou wert hid all the Fight--stumble on a dead _Indian_, and take away his Arms? _Tim._ Why, didst thou see me? _Dull._ See thee, ay--and what a fright thou wert in, till thou wert sure he was dead. _Tim._ Well, well, that’s all one--Gads zoors, if every Man that passes for valiant in a Battel, were to give an account how he gained his Reputation, the World wou’d be but thinly stock’d with Heroes; I’ll say he was a great War-Captain, and that I kill’d him hand to hand, and who can disprove me? _Dull._ Disprove thee--why, that pale Face of thine, that has so much of the Coward in’t. _Tim._ Shaw, that’s with loss of Blood--Hah, I am overheard I doubt--who’s yonder-- [Sees _Whim._ and _Whiff_.] how, Brother _Whiff_ in a Hempen Cravat-string? _Whim._ He call’d the General Traitor, and was running away, and I’m resolv’d to peach. _Dull._ Hum--and one Witness will stand good in Law, in case of Treason-- _Tim._ Gads zoors, in case of Treason, he’ll be hang’d if it be proved against him, were there ne’er a Witness at all; but he must be tried by a Council of War, Man--Come, come, let’s disarm him-- [They take away his Arms, and pull a Bottle of Brandy out of his Pocket. _Whiff._ What, I hope you will not take away my Brandy, Gentlemen, my last comfort. _Tim._ Gads zoors, it’s come in good time--we’ll drink it off, here, Major-- [Drinks, _Whiff_ takes him aside. _Whiff._ Hark ye, Cornet--you are my good Friend, get this matter made up before it come to the General. _Tim._ But this is Treason, Neighbour. _Whiff._ If I hang--I’ll declare upon the Ladder how you kill’d your War-Captain. _Tim._ Come, Brother _Whimsey_--we have been all Friends and loving Magistrates together, let’s drink about, and think no more of this Business. _Dull._ Ay, ay, if every sober Man in the Nation should be called to account of the Treason he speaks in’s Drink, the Lord have mercy upon us all.--Put it up--and let us, like loving Brothers, take an honest Resolution to run away together; for this same _Frightall_ minds nothing but Fighting. _Whim._ I’m content, provided we go all to the Council, and tell them (to make our Peace) we went in obedience to the Proclamation, to kill _Bacon_, but the Traitor was so strongly guarded we could not effect it: but mum--who’s here?-- To them, enter _Ranter_ and _Jenny_, as Man and Footman. _Ran._ Hah, our four reverend Justices--I hope the Blockheads will not know me--Gentlemen, can you direct me to Lieutenant General _Daring’s_ Tents? _Whiff._ Hum, who the Devil’s this?--that’s he you see coming this way. ’.death, yonder’s _Daring_--let’s slip away before he advances. [Exeunt all but _Ran._ and _Jen._