Volume Iv Part 90 (2/2)

_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 a.s.sure 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.

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