it proceeds from Religion.

_Whiff._ I remember the Fit took you just so when the _Dutch_ besieged
us, for you cou'd not then be persuaded to strike a stroke.

_Tim._ Ay, that was because they were Protestants as we are; but, Gads
zoors, had they been _Dutch_ Papists I had maul'd them: but Conscience--

_Whim._ I have been a Justice of Peace this six Years, and never had a
Conscience in my Life.

_Tim._ Nor I neither, but in this damn'd thing of fighting.

_Dun._ Gentlemen, I am commanded to read the Declaration of the
honourable Council to you.
[To the Soldiers.

_All._ Hum, hum, hum--

_Booz._ Silence--silence-- [_Dunce_ reads.

_Dun._ By an order of Council, dated _May_ the 10th, 1670. To all
Gentlemen Soldiers, Merchants, Planters, and whom else it may concern.
Whereas _Bacon_, contrary to Law and Equity, has, to satisfy his own
Ambition, taken up Arms with a pretence to fight the _Indians_, but
indeed to molest and enslave the whole Colony, and to take away their
Liberties and Properties; this is to declare, that whoever shall bring
this Traitor dead or alive to the Council, shall have three hundred
pounds Reward. And so God save the King.

_All._ A Council, a Council! Hah-- [Hollow.

Enter a _Soldier_ hastily.

_Sold._ Stand to your Arms, Gentlemen, stand to your Arms, _Bacon_ is
marching this way.

_Dun._ Hah--what Numbers has he?

_Sold._ About a hundred Horse, in his march he has surpriz'd Colonel
_Downright_, and taken him Prisoner.

_All._ Let's fall on _Bacon_--let's fall on _Bacon_, hay. [Hollow.

_Booz._ We'll hear him speak first--and see what he can say for himself.

_All._ Ay, ay, we'll hear _Bacon_ speak. [_Dunce_ pleads with them.

_Tim._ Well, Major, I have found a Stratagem shall make us Four the
greatest Men in the Colony, we'll surrender our selves to _Bacon_, and
say we disbanded on purpose.

_Dull._ Good--

_Whiff._ Why, I had no other design in the World in refusing to fight.

_Whim._ Nor I, d'ye think I wou'd have excus'd it with the fear of
disordering my Cravat-String else.

_Dun._ Why, Gentlemen, he designs to fire _James_ Town, murder you all,
and then lie with your Wives; and will you slip this opportunity of
seizing him?

_Booz._ Here's a termagant Rogue, Neighbours--we'll hang the Dog.

_All._ Ay, ay, hang _Bacon_, hang _Bacon_.

Enter _Bacon_ and _Fearless_, some Soldiers leading in _Downright_
bound; _Bacon_ stands and stares