thy Dreams!

_Bac._ Come, lets on--

_Dar._ S'death, what mean you, Sir?

_Bac._ As I designed--to present my self to the Council.

_Dar._ By Heavens, we'll follow then to save you from their Treachery,
'twas this that has befallen you that I feared, which made me at a
distance follow you.

_Bac._ Follow me still, but still at such a distance as your Aids may be
assisting on all occasions.--_Fearless_, go back and bring your Regiment
down; and _Daring_, let your Sergeant with his Party guard these
Villains to the Council.

[Ex. _Bac._ _Dar._ and _Fearless_.

_Whiff._ A Pox on your Worship's Plot.

_Whim._ A Pox of your forwardness to come out of the Hedge.

[Ex. Officers, with _Whim._ and _Whiff_.

SCENE IV. _The Council-Table_.

Enter Col. _Wellman_, Col. _Downright_, _Dullman_, _Timorous_, and
about seven or eight more seat themselves.

_Well._ You heard Mr. _Dunce's_ opinion, Gentlemen, concerning _Bacon's_
coming upon our Invitation. He believes he will come, but I rather
think, though he be himself undaunted, yet the persuasions of his two
Lieutenant-Generals, _Daring_ and _Fearless_, may prevent him--Colonel,
have you order'd our Men to be in Arms?

Enter a _Soldier_.

_Down._ I have, and they'l attend further order on the _Sevana_.

_Sold._ May it please your Honours, _Bacon_ is on his way, he comes
unattended by any but his Footmen, and Col. _Fearless_.

_Down._ Who is this Fellow?

_Well._ A Spy I sent to watch _Bacon's_ Motions.

_Sold._ But there is a Company of Soldiers in Ambush on this side of the
_Sevana_ to seize him as he passes by.

_Well._ That's by no order of the Council.

_Omnes._ No, no, no order.

_Well._ Nay, 'twere a good design if true.

_Tim._ Gad zoors, wou'd I had thought on't for my Troop.

_Down._ I am for no unfair dealing in any extremity.

Enter _Brag_ in haste.

_Brag._ An't please your Honours, the saddest News--an Ambush being laid
for _Bacon_, they rush'd out upon him on the _Sevana_, and after some
fighting took him and _Fearless_--

_Tim._ Is this your sad News--zoors, wou'd I had had a hand in't.

_Brag._ When on a sudden, _Daring_ and his Party fell in upon us, turn'd
the tide--kill'd our Men, and took Captain _Whimsey_, and Captain
_Whiff_ Pris'ners; the rest run away, but _Bacon_ fought like fury.

_Tim._ A bloody Fellow!

_Down._ _Whimsey_ and _Whiff_? they deserve Death for acting without
order.

_Tim._ I'm o