f Rank shall be seiz'd and brought to my Camp. I'll make
their Husbands pay their Ransoms dearly; they'd rather have their Hearts
bleed than their Purses.

_Fear._ Dear General, let me have the seizing of Colonel _Downright's_
Daughter; I would fain be plundering for a Trifle call'd a Maiden-head.

_Bac._ On pain of Death treat them with all respect; assure them of the
safety of their Honour. Now, all that will follow me, shall find a
welcome, and those that will not, may depart in Peace.

_All._ Hay, a General, a General, a General.
[Some Soldiers go off: Some go to the side of _Bacon_.

Enter _Daring_ and Soldiers, with _Chrisante_, _Surelove_, Mrs.
_Whim._ and Mrs. _Whiff_, and several other Women.

_Bac._ Successful _Daring_, welcome, what Prizes have ye?

_Dar._ The fairest in the World, Sir; I'm not for common Plunder.

_Down._ Hah, my Daughter and my Kinswoman!--

_Bac._ 'Tis not with Women, Sir, nor honest men like you, that I intend
to combat; not their own Parents shall be more indulgent, nor better
Safe-guard to their Honours, Sir: But 'tis to save the expence of Blood
I seize on their most valued Prizes.

_Down._ But, Sir, I know your wild Lieutenant General has long lov'd my
_Chrisante_, and perhaps, will take this time to force her to consent.

_Dar._ I own I have a Passion for _Chrisante_, yet by my General's Life,
or her fair self, what now I act is on the score of War, I scorn to
force the Maid I do adore.

_Bac._ Believe me, Ladies, you shall have honourable Treatment here.

_Chris._ We do not doubt it, Sir, either from you or _Daring_; if he
love me, that will secure my Honour; or if he do not, he's too brave to
injure me.

_Dar._ I thank you for your just opinion of me, Madam.

_Chris._ But, Sir, 'tis for my Father I must plead; to see his reverend
Hands in servile Chains; and then perhaps, if stubborn to your Will, his
Head must fall a Victim to your Anger.

_Down._ No, my good pious Girl, I cannot fear ignoble usage from the
General; and if thy Beauty can preserve thy Fame, I shall not mourn in
my Captivity.

_Bac._ I'll ne'er deceive your kind opinion of me--Ladies, I hope you're
all of that Opinion too.

_Sure._ If seizing us, Sir, can advance your Honour, or be of any use
considerable to you, I shall be proud of such a Slavery.

Mrs. _Whim._ I hope, Sir, we shan't be ravish'd in your Camp.

_Dar._ Fie, Mrs. _Whimsey_, do Soldiers use to ravish?

Mrs. _Whiff._