_Dar._ All routed Horse and Foot; I plac’d an Ambush, and while they were pursuing you, my Men fell on behind, and won the day. _Bac._ Thou almost makest me wish to live again, if I cou’d live now fair _Semernia’s_ dead.--But oh--the baneful Drug is just and kind, and hastens me away--Now while you are Victors, make a Peace--with the _English_ Council, and never let Ambition,--Love,--or Interest, make you forget, as I have done, your Duty and Allegiance--Farewel--a long Farewel-- [Dies embracing their Necks. _Dar._ So fell the _Roman Cassius_, by mistake-- Enter Soldiers with _Dunce_, _Tim._ and _Dullman_. _Sold._ An’t please your Honour, we took these Men running away. _Dar._ Let ‘em loose--the Wars are at an end, see where the General lies--that great-soul’d Man, no private Body e’er contain’d a nobler; and he that cou’d have conquered all _America_, finds only here his scanty length of Earth. Go, bear the Body to his own Pavilion-- [Soldiers go out with the Body. though we are Conquerors we submit to treat, and yield upon Condition: You, Mr. _Dunce_, shall bear our Articles to the Council. _Dun._ With Joy I will obey you. _Tim._ Good General, let us be put in the Agreement. _Dar._ You shall be obliged-- [Ex. _Dar._ _Dun._ _Dull._ and _Tim._ as _Fear._ goes out a Soldier meets him. _Sold._ What does your Honour intend to do with _Whimsey_ and _Whiff_, who are condemn’d by a Council of War? Enter _Daring_, _Dullman_, _Tim._ _Fearless_, and Officers. _Dar._ You come too late, Gentlemen, to be put into the Articles; nor am I satisfy’d you’re worthy of it. _Dull._ Why, did not you, Sir, see us lie dead in the Field? _Dar._ Yes, but I see no Wound about you. _Tim._ We were stun’d with being knock’d down; Gads zoors, a Man may be kill’d with the but-end of a Musquet, as soon as with the point of a Sword. Enter _Dunce_. _Dun._ The Council, Sir, wishes you Health and Happiness, and sends you these sign’d by their Hands-- [Gives Papers. _Dar._ reads. That you shall have a general Pardon for your self and Friends; that you shall have all new Commissions, and _Daring_ to command as General; that you shall have free leave to inter your dead General in _James_ Town. And to ratify this, we will meet you at Madam _Surelove’s_ House, which stands between the Armies, attended only by our Officers. The Council’s noble, and I’ll wait upon them. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Grove near Madam _Surelove’s_. Enter _Surelove_ weeping, _Well._ _Chrisante_, Mrs. _Flirt_, _Ranter_ as before, _Down._ _Haz._ _Friend._ _Booz._ _Brag_. _Well._ How long, Madam, have you heard the News of Col. _Surelove’s_ Death? _Sure._ By a Vessel last Night arriv’d. _Well._ You shou’d not grieve when Men so old pay their debt to Nature; you are too fair not to have been reserved for some young Lover’s Arms. _Haz._ I dare not speak,--but give me leave to hope.