speaks in's Drink, the Lord have mercy upon us
all.--Put it up--and let us, like loving Brothers, take an honest
Resolution to run away together; for this same _Frightall_ minds nothing
but Fighting.

_Whim._ I'm content, provided we go all to the Council, and tell them
(to make our Peace) we went in obedience to the Proclamation, to kill
_Bacon_, but the Traitor was so strongly guarded we could not effect it:
but mum--who's here?--

To them, enter _Ranter_ and _Jenny_, as Man and Footman.

_Ran._ Hah, our four reverend Justices--I hope the Blockheads will not
know me--Gentlemen, can you direct me to Lieutenant General _Daring's_
Tents?

_Whiff._ Hum, who the Devil's this?--that's he you see coming this way.
'Sdeath, yonder's _Daring_--let's slip away before he advances.

[Exeunt all but _Ran._ and _Jen._

_Jen._ I am scar'd with those dead Bodies we have pass'd over; for God's
sake, Madam, let me know your design in coming.

_Ran._ Why, now I tell thee--my damn'd mad Fellow _Daring_, who has my
Heart and Soul, loves _Chrisante_, has stolen her, and carried her away
to his Tents; she hates him, while I am dying for him.

_Jem._ Dying, Madam! I never saw you melancholy.

_Ran._ Pox on't, no; why should I sigh and whine, and make my self an
Ass, and him conceited? no, instead of snivelling I am resolved--

_Jen._ What, Madam?

_Ran._ Gad, to beat the Rascal, and bring off _Chrisante_.

_Jen._ Beat him, Madam! what, a Woman beat a Lieutenant-General?

_Ran._ Hang 'em, they get a name in War from Command, not Courage; but
how know I but I may fight? Gad, I have known a Fellow kick'd from one
end of the Town to t'other, believing himself a Coward; at last forced
to fight, found he could; got a Reputation, and bullied all he met with;
and got a Name, and a great Commission.

_Jen._ But if he should kill you, Madam.

_Ran._ I'll take care to make it as comical a Duel as the best of 'em;
as much in love as I am, I do not intend to die its Martyr.

Enter _Daring_ and _Fearless_.

_Fear._ Have you seen _Chrisante_ since the Fight?

_Dar._ Yes, but she is still the same, as nice and coy as Fortune when
she's courted by the wretched; yet she denies me so obligingly, she
keeps my Love still in its humble Calm.

_Ran._ Can you direct me, Sir, to one _Daring's_ Tent? [Sullenly.

_Dar._ One _Daring!_--he has another Epithet to his Name.

_Ran._ What's that, Rascal, or Coward?

_Dar._ Hah, whic