_Friend._ To take advantage any way in War, was never counted Treachery--and had I murder’d thee, I had not paid thee half the Debt I owe thee. _Dar._ You bleed too much to hold too long a Parley-- come to my Tent, I’ll take a charitable care of thee. _Friend._ I scorn thy Courtesy, who against all the Laws of Honour and of Justice, hast ravish’d innocent Ladies. _Dar._ Sir, your upbraiding of my Honour shall never make me forfeit it, or esteem you less--Is there a Lady here you have a Passion for? _Friend._ Yes, on a nobler score than thou darest own. _Dar._ To let you see how you’re mistaken, Sir, whoe’er that Lady be whom you affect, I will resign, and give you both your Freedoms. _Friend._ Why, for this Courtesy, which shews thee brave, in the next fight I’ll save thy Life to quit the Obligation. _Dar._ I thank you, Sir;--come to my Tent,--and when we’ve dress’d your Wounds, and yielded up the Ladies, I’ll give you my Pass-port for your Safe-Conduct back, and tell your Friends i’th’ Town, we’ll visit them i’th’ Morning. _Friend._ They’ll meet you on your way, Sir-- _Dar._ Come, my young Soldier, now thou’st won my Soul. [Exeunt. [An Alarm beats: Enter at another Passage _Boozer_ with all the Ladies; they pass over the Stage, while _Hazard_ and _Downright_ beat back a Party of Soldiers. _Dull._ _Tim._ _Whim._ and _Whiff_, prick’d on by their Party to fight, lay about them like Madmen. _Bacon_, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ come in, rescue their Men, and fight out the other Party, some falling dead. _Bacon_, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ return tired, with their Swords drawn. Enter _Soldier_ running. _Sold._ Return, Sir, where your Sword will be more useful--a Party of _Indians_, taking advantage of the Night, have set fire on your Tents, and borne away the Queen. _Bac._ Hah, the Queen! By Heaven, this Victory shall cost them dear; come, let us fly to rescue her. [All go out. SCENE II. Changes to _Wellman’s_ Tent. Enter _Wellman_, _Brag_, _Grubb_, and Officers. _Well._ I cannot sleep, my Impatience is so great to engage this haughty Enemy, before they have reposed their weary Limbs--Is not yon ruddy Light the Morning’s dawn? _Brag._ ‘Tis, and please your Honour. _Well._ Is there no News of _Friendly_ yet, and _Hazard_? _Brag._ Not yet--’tis thought they left the Camp to night, with some design against the Enemy. _Well._ What Men have they? _Brag._ Only _Boozer’s_ Party, Sir. _Well._ I know they are brave, and mean to surprize me with some handsome Action. Enter _Friendly_. _Friend._ I ask a thousand Pardons, Sir, for quitting the Camp without your leave. _Well._ Your conduct and your Courage cannot err; I see thou’st been in action by thy Blood. _Friend._ Sir, I’m ashamed to own these slender Wounds, since without more my luck was to be taken, while _Hazard_ did alone effect the Business, the rescuing of the Ladies. _Well._ How got ye Liberty?