Volume Iv Part 79 (1/2)

_Rab._ Let's barbicu this fat Rogue.

_Bac._ Be gone, and know your distance to the Council.

[The Rabble let 'em go.

_Well._ I'd rather perish by the meanest Hand, than owe my safety poorly thus to _Bacon_.

[In Rage.

_Bac._ If you persist still in that mind I'll leave you, and conquering make you happy 'gainst your will.

[Ex. _Bacon_ and Rabble, hollowing a _Bacon_, a _Bacon_.

_Well._ Oh villanous Cowards! who will trust his Honour with Sycophants so base? Let us to Arms--by Heaven, I will not give my Body rest, till I've chastised the boldness of this Rebel.

[Exeunt _Well._ _Down._ and the rest, all but _Dull._ _Tim._ peeps from under the Table.

_Tim._ What, is the roistering Hector gone, Brother?

_Dull._ Ay, ay, and the Devil go with him.

[Looking sadly, _Tim._ comes out.

_Tim._ Was there ever such a Bull of _Bashan_! Why, what if he should come down upon us and kill us all for Traitors.

_Dull._ I rather think the Council will hang us all for Cowards--ah--oh--a Drum--a Drum--oh.

[He goes out.

_Tim._ This is the Misery of being great.

We're sacrific'd to every turn of State. [Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I. The Country Court, a great Table, with Papers, a _Clerk writing._

Enter a great many People of all sorts, then _Friendly_, after him _Dullman_.

_Friend._ How now, Major; what, they say _Bacon_ scar'd you all out of the Council yesterday; What say the People?

_Dull._ Say? they curse us all, and drink young _Frightall's_ Health, and swear they'll fight through Fire and Brimstone for him.

_Friend._ And to morrow will hollow him to the Gallows, if it were his chance to come there.

_Dull._ 'Tis very likely: Why, I am forced to be guarded to the Court now, the Rabble swore they would _De-Wit_ me, but I shall hamper some of 'em. Wou'd the Governour were here to bear the brunt on't, for they call us the evil Counsellors.

Enter _Hazard_, goes to _Friendly_.

Here's the young Rogue that drew upon us too, we have Rods in p.i.s.s for him, i'faith.