men; but the base coward Fear of some of them, puts the rest on
tricks that suit not with their Nature.

_Dun._ Sir, 'tis for noble ends you are sent for, and for your safety
I'll engage my Life.

_Dar._ By Heaven, and so you shall;--and pay it too with all the rest of
your wise-headed Council.

_Bac._ Your Zeal is too officious now; I see no Treachery, and can fear
no Danger.

_Dun._ Treachery! now Heavens forbid, are we not Christians, Sir, all
Friends and Countrymen? believe me, Sir, 'tis Honour calls you to
increase your Fame, and he who would dissuade you is your Enemy.

_Dar._ Go cant, Sir, to the Rabble--for us, we know you.

_Bac._ You wrong me when you but suspect for me; let him that acts
dishonourably fear. My innocence and my good Sword's my Guard.

_Dar._ If you resolve to go, we will attend you.

_Bac._ What, go like an invader! No, _Daring_, the Invitation's
friendly, and as a Friend attended only by my menial Servants, I'll wait
upon the Council, that they may see that when I could command it, I came
an humble Suppliant for their Favour.--You may return, and tell 'em I'll
attend.

_Dun._ I kiss your Honour's Hands-- [Goes out.

_Dar._ 'Sdeath, will you trust the faithless Council, Sir, who have so
long held you in hand with Promises, that Curse of States-men, that
unlucky Vice that renders even Nobility despis'd?

_Bac._ Perhaps the Council thought me too aspiring, and would not add
Wings to my ambitious Flight.

_Dar._ A pox of their considering Caps, and now they find that you can
soar alone, they send for you to knip your spreading Wings. Now, by my
Soul, you shall not go alone.

_Bac._ Forbear, lest I suspect you for a Mutineer; I am resolv'd to go.

_Fear._ What, and send your Army home; a pretty fetch.

_Dar._ By Heaven, we'll not disband, not till we see how fairly you are
dealt with: If you have a Commission to be General, here we are ready to
receive new Orders: If not, we'll ring them such a thundring Peal shall
beat the Town about their treacherous Ears.

_Bac._ I do command you not to stir a Man, till you're inform'd how I am
treated by 'em.--leave me, all.

[Exeunt Officers.
[While _Bacon_ reads the Letter again, to him the _Indian Queen_
with Women waiting.

_Queen._ Now while my Lord's asleep in his Pavilion, I'll try my Power
with the General for an Accommodation of a Peace: The very dreams of War
fright my soft Slumbers that us'd to be employ'd in ki