_Friend._ By _Daring’s_ Generosity, who sends ye word he’ll visit you this Morning. _Well._ We are prepared to meet him. Enter _Down._ _Hazard_, _Ladies_, _Whim._ _Whiff_, _Dullman_, _Tim._ looking big. _Well._ embraces _Down._ _Well._ My worthy Friend, how am I joyed to see you? _Down._ We owe our Liberties to these brave Youths, who can do Wonders when they fight for Ladies. _Tim._ With our assistance, Ladies. _Whim._ For my part I’ll not take it as I have done; Gad, I find, when I am damnable angry, I can beat both Friend and Foe. _Whiff._ When I fight for my _Nancy_ here--adsfish, I’m a Dragon. Mrs. _Whiff._ Lord, you need not have been so hasty. _Friend._ Do not upbraid me with your Eyes, _Chrisante_; but let these Wounds assure you I endeavour’d to serve you, though _Hazard_ had the Honour on’t. _Well._ But, Ladies, we’ll not expose you in the Camp,--a Party of our Men shall see you safely conducted to Madam _Surelove’s_; ‘tis but a little Mile from our Camp. _Friend._ Let me have that honour, Sir. _Chris._ No, I conjure you let your Wounds be dress’d; obey me if you love me, and _Hazard_ shall conduct us home. _Well._ He had the Toil, ‘tis fit he have the Recompence. _Whiff._ He the Toil, Sir! what, did we stand for Cyphers? _Whim._ The very appearance I made in the front of the Battel, aw’d the Enemy. _Tim._ Ay, ay, let the Enemy say how I maul’d ‘em--but Gads zoors, I scorn to brag. _Well._ Since you’ve regain’d your Honour so gloriously, I restore you to your Commands you lost by your seeming Cowardice. _Dull._ Valour is not always in humour, Sir. _Well._ Come, Gentlemen, since they’ve resolv’d to engage us, let’s set our Men in order to receive ‘em. [Exeunt all but the four Justices. _Tim._ Our Commissions again--you must be bragging, and see what comes on’t; I was modest ye see, and said nothing of my Prowess. _Whiff._ What a Devil does the Colonel think we are made of Iron, continually to be beat on the Anvil? _Whim._ Look, Gentlemen, here’s two Evils--if we go we are dead Men; if we stay we are hang’d--and that will disorder my Cravat-string:--therefore the least Evil is to go--and set a good Face on the Matter, as I do-- [Goes out singing. All exeunt. SCENE III. A thick Wood. Enter _Queen_ dress’d like an _Indian_ Man, with a Bow in her Hand, and Quiver at her Back; _Anaria_ her Confident disguis’d so too; and about a dozen _Indians_ led by _Cavaro_. _Queen._ I tremble yet, dost think we’re safe, _Cavaro_? _Cav._ Madam, these Woods are intricate and vast, and ‘twill be difficult to find us out--or if they do, this Habit will secure you from the fear of being taken. _Queen._ Dost think if _Bacon_ find us, he will not know me? Alas, my Fears and Blushes will betray me. _Ana._ ‘Tis certain, Madam, if we stay we perish; for all the Wood’s surrounded by the Conqueror.