ur that keeps such a bustle
in the World, yet never did good as I heard of?

_Dun._ Why, 'tis a foolish word only, taken up by great Men, but rarely
practis'd.--But if you wou'd be great Men indeed--

_Whiff._ If we wou'd, Doctor, name, name the way.

_Dun._ Why, you command each of you a Company--when _Bacon_ comes from
the Camp, as I am sure he will, (and full of this silly thing call'd
Honour, will come unguarded too) lay some of your Men in Ambush along
those Ditches by the _Sevana_, about a Mile from the Town; and as he
comes by, seize him, and hang him up upon the next Tree.

_Whiff._ Hum--hang him! a rare Plot.

_Whim._ Hang him!--we'll do't, we'll do't, Sir, and I doubt not but to
be made General for the Action--I'll take it all upon my self.
[Aside.

_Dun._ If you resolve upon this, you must about instantly--Thus I shall
at once serve my Country, and revenge my self on the Rascal for
affronting my Dignity once at the Council-Table, by calling me Farrier.
[Ex. _Dr._

_Whiff._ Do you know, Brother, what we are to do?

_Whim._ To do! yes, to hang a General, Brother, that's all.

_Whiff._ All! but is it lawful to hang any General?

_Whim._ Lawful, yes, that 'tis lawful to hang any General that fights
against Law.

_Whiff._ But in what he has done, he has serv'd the King and our
Country, and preserv'd our Lives and Fortunes.

_Whim._ That's all one, Brother; if there be but a Quirk in the Law
offended in this Case, though he fought like _Alexander_, and preserv'd
the whole World from Perdition, yet if he did it against Law, 'tis
lawful to hang him; why, what, Brother, is it fit that every impudent
Fellow that pretends to a little Honour, Loyalty, and Courage, should
serve his King and Country against the Law? no, no, Brother, these
things are not to be suffer'd in a civil Government by Law
establish'd,--wherefore let's about it.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. _Surelove's_ House.

Enter _Ranter_ and _Jeffery_ her Coachman.

_Ran._ Here, _Jeffery_, ye drunken Dog, set your Coach and Horses up,
I'll not go till the cool of the Evening, I love to ride in _Fresco_.

Enter a _Boy_.

_Coach._ Yes, after hard drinking-- [Aside.] It shall be done, Madam.
[Exit.

_Ran._ How now, Boy, is Madam _Surelove_ at home?

_Boy._ Yes, Madam.

_Ran._ Go tell her I am here, Sirrah.

_Boy._ Who are you pray forsooth?

_Ran._ Why, you Son of a Baboon, don't you know me?

_Boy._ No, Madam, I