nough, let's charge him instantly,
Delays are dangerous.

_Tim._ Why, what a damn'd fiery Fellow is this?

_Down._ But if we drive him to extremities, we fear his siding with the
_Indians_.

_Dull._ Colonel _Downright_ has hit it; why should we endanger our Men
against a desperate Termagant; If he love Wounds and Scars so well, let
him exercise on our Enemies--but if he will needs fall upon us, 'tis
then time enough for us to venture our Lives and Fortunes.

_Tim._ How, we go to _Bacon_! under favour, I think 'tis his duty to
come to us, an you go to that, Gads zoors.

_Friend._ If he do, 'twill cost you dear, I doubt, Cornet.--I find by
our List, Sir, we are four thousand Men.

_Tim._ Gads zoors, not enough for a Breakfast for that insatiate
_Bacon_, and his two Lieutenant Generals, _Fearless_ and _Daring_.
[_Whiff_ sits on the Ground with a Bottle of Brandy.

_Whim._ A Morsel, a Morsel.

_Well._ I am for an attack, what say you, Gentlemen, to an
attack?--What, silent all? What say you, Major?

_Dull._ I say, Sir, I hope my Courage was never in dispute. But, Sir,
I am going to marry Colonel _Downright's_ Daughter here--and should I be
slain in this Battle 'twould break her Heart;--besides, Sir, I should
lose her Fortune.
[Speaks big.

_Well._ I'm sure here's a Captain will never flinch. [To _Whim._

_Whim._ Who, I, an't like your Honour?

_Well._ Ay, you.

_Whim._ Who, I? ha, ha, ha: Why, did your Honour think that I would
fight?

_Well._ Fight! yes; why else do you take Commissions?

_Whim._ Commissions! Oh Lord, O Lord, take Commissions to fight! ha, ha,
ha; that's a jest, if all that take Commissions should fight--

_Well._ Why do you bear Arms then?

_Whim._ Why, for the Pay; to be called Captain, noble Captain, to show,
to cock and look big, and bluff as I do: to be bow'd to thus as we pass,
to domineer and beat our Soldiers: Fight, quoth a, ha, ha, ha.

_Friend._ But what makes you look so simply, Cornet?

_Tim._ Why, a thing that I have quite forgot, all my Accounts for
_England_ are to be made up, and I'm undone if they be neglected--else I
wou'd not flinch for the stoutest he that wears a Sword--
[Looking big.

_Down._ What say you, Captain _Whiff_? [_Whiff_ almost drunk.

_Whiff._ I am trying, Colonel, what Mettle I'm made on; I think I am
valiant, I suppose I have Courage, but I confess 'tis a little of the
D---- breed, but a little inspiration from the Bottle, a