will you take your Seat? [To _Bacon_.
[He leads the _Queen_ to a Seat, they sit and talk.

_Bac._ Curse on his Sports that interrupted me, my very Soul was
hovering at my Lip, ready to have discover'd all its Secrets. But oh!
I dread to tell her of my pain, and when I wou'd an awful trembling
seizes me, and she can only from my dying Eyes read all the Sentiments
of my captive Heart.
[Sits down, the rest wait.

Enter _Indians_ that dance Anticks: after the Dance the _King_
seems in discourse with _Bacon_, the _Queen_ rises and comes
forth.

_Queen._ The more I gaze upon this _English_ Stranger, the more
Confusion struggles in my Soul: Oft I have heard of Love, and oft this
Gallant Man (when Peace had made him pay his idle Visits) has told a
thousand Tales of dying Maids; and ever when he spoke, my panting Heart,
with a prophetick Fear in Sighs reply'd, I shall fall a Victim to his
Eyes.

Enter an _Indian_.

_Indian._ Sir, here's a Messenger from the _English_ Council desires
admittance to the General.
[To the _King_.

_Bac._ With your Permission he may advance. [To the _King_.

Re-enter _Indian_ with _Dunce_. A Letter.

_Dun._ All Health and Happiness attend your Honour, this from the
honourable Council.
[Gives him a Letter.

_King._ I'll leave you till you have dispatch'd the Messenger, and then
expect your presence in the Royal Tent.

[Exeunt _King_, _Queen_, and _Indians_.

_Bac._ Lieutenant, read the Letter. [To _Daring_.

_Daring_ reads.

SIR, the necessity of what you have acted makes it pardonable, and
we could wish we had done the Country and our selves so much Justice
as to have given you that Commission you desired.--We now find it
reasonable to raise more Forces, to oppose these Insolences, which
possibly yours may be too weak to accomplish, to which end the
Council is ordered to meet this Evening, and desiring you will come
and take your place there, and be pleas'd to accept from us a
Commission to command in Chief in this War.--Therefore send those
Soldiers under your Command to their respective Houses, and haste,
Sir, to your affectionate Friends--

_Fear._ Sir, I fear the Hearts and Pen did not agree when this was writ.

_Dar._ A plague upon their shallow Politicks! Do they think to play the
old Game twice with us?

_Bac._ Away, you wrong the Council, who of themselves are honourable
Gentle