Volume Iv Part 76 (1/2)

_Friend._ S'death, you lye, Sir--I do.

_Tim._ Gad zoors, Sir, lye to a Privy-Counsellor, a Major of Horse!

Brother, this is an Affront to our Dignities: draw and I'll side with you.

[They both draw on _Friendly_, the Ladies run off.

_Friend._ If I disdain to draw, 'tis not that I fear your base and cowardly Force, but for the respect I bear you as Magistrates, and so I leave you.

[Goes out.

_Tim._ An arrant Coward, gad zoors.

_Dull._ A mere Paultroon, and I scorn to drink in his Company.

[Exeunt, putting up their Swords.

SCENE III. A _Sevana_, or large Heath.

Enter _Whimsey_, _Whiff_, and _Boozer_, with some Soldiers arm'd.

_Whim._ Stand--stand--and hear the word of Command--do ye see yon Cops, and that Ditch that runs along Major _Dullman's_ Plantation?

_Booz._ We do.

_Whim._ Place your Men there, and lie flat on your Bellies, and when _Bacon_ comes, (if alone) seize him, d'ye see.

_Whiff._ Observe the Command now (if alone) for we are not for blood-shed.

_Booz._ I'll warrant you for our parts.

[Exeunt all but _Whim._ and _Whiff_.

_Whim._ Now we have ambusht our Men, let's light our Pipes, and sit down and take an encouraging dram of the Bottle.

[Pulls a Bottle of Brandy out of his Pocket--they sit.

_Whiff._ Thou art a Knave, and hast emptied half the Bottle in thy Leathern Pockets; but come, here's young _Frightall's_ Health.

_Whim._ What, wilt drink a Man's Health thou'rt going to hang?

_Whiff._ 'Tis all one for that, we'll drink his Health first, and hang him afterwards, and thou shalt pledge me, d'ye see, and though 'twere under the Gallows.

_Whim._ Thou'rt a Traitor for saying so, and I defy thee.

_Whiff._ Nay, since we are come out like loving Brothers to hang the General, let's not fall out among our selves; and so here's to you, [Drinks.] though I have no great Maw to this Business.

_Whim._ Prithee, Brother _Whiff_, do not be so villainous a Coward, for I hate a Coward.

_Whiff._ Nay, 'tis not that--but, my _Whiff_, my _Nancy_ dreamt to night she saw me hanged.

_Whim._ 'Twas a cowardly Dream, think no more on't; but as Dreams are expounded by contraries, thou shalt hang the General.