ver any Cargo, Sir? I'll be your Customer.

_Booz._ Ay, and cheat him too, I'll warrant him. [Aside.

_Haz._ I was not bred to Merchandizing, Sir, nor do intend to follow the
drudgery of Trading.

_Dull._ Men of Fortune seldom travel hither, Sir, to see Fashions.

_Tim._ Why, Brother, it may be the Gentleman has a mind to be a Planter;
will you hire your self to make a Crop of Tobacco this Year?

_Haz._ I was not born to work, Sir.

_Tim._ Not work, Sir! Zoors, your Betters have workt, Sir. I have workt
my self, Sir, both set and stript Tobacco, for all I am of the
honourable Council. Not work, quoth a!--I suppose, Sir, you wear your
Fortune upon your Back, Sir?

_Haz._ Is it your Custom here, Sir, to affront Strangers? I shall expect
Satisfaction.
[Rises.

_Tim._ Why, does any body here owe you any thing?

_Dull._ No, unless he means to be paid for drinking with us,--ha, ha,
ha.

_Haz._ No, Sir, I have money to pay for what I drink: here's my Club, my
Guinea,
[Flings down a Guinea.
I scorn to be oblig'd to such Scoundrels.

_Booz._ Hum--call Men of Honour Scoundrels. [Rise in huff.

_Tim._ Let him alone, let him alone, Brother; how should he learn
Manners? he never was in _Virginia_ before.

_Dull._ He's some Covent-Garden Bully.

_Tim._ Or some broken Citizen turned Factor.

_Haz._ Sir, you lye, and you are a Rascal.
[Flings the Brandy in his Face.

_Tim._ Adz zoors, he has spil'd all the Brandy.
[_Tim._ runs behind the Door, _Dull_, and _Booz._ strike _Hazard_.

_Haz._ I understand no Cudgel-play, but wear a Sword to right myself.
[Draws, they run off.

_Flirt._ Good Heavens! what, quarelling in my House?

_Haz._ Do the Persons of Quality in this Country treat Strangers thus?

_Flirt._ Alas, Sir, 'tis a familiar way they have, Sir.

_Haz._ I'm glad I know it.--Pray, Madam, can you inform one how I may be
furnish'd with a Horse and a Guide to Madam _Surelove's_?

_Flirt._ A most accomplish'd Lady, and my very good Friend, you shall be
immediately--

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Council-Table.

Enter _Wellman_, _Downright_, _Dunce_, _Whimsey_, _Whiff_, and
others.

_Well._ Come, Mr. _Dunce_, though you are no Counsellor, yet your
Counsel may be good in time of Necessity, as now.

_Dun._ If I may give worthy Advice, I do not look upon our Danger to be
so great from the _Indians_, as from young _Bacon_, whom the People have
nick-nam'd _Fright-all_