'll run you through.

_Whiff._ Oh, mercy, Sir, mercy, we'll confess.

_Whim._ What will you confess? we were only going behind yon Hedge to
untruss a point; that's all.

_Whiff._ Ay, your Honours will smell out the truth, if you keep us here
long.

_Dar._ Here, carry them Prisoners to my Tent.

[Ex. Soldiers with _Whim._ and _Whiff_.

Enter _Ranter_ without a Hat, and Sword drawn, _Daring_ angrily
goes the other way.

_Ran._ A pox of all ill luck, how came I to lose _Daring_ in the fight?
Ha--who's here? _Dullman_ and _Timorous_ dead--the Rogues are
Counterfeits.--I'll see what Moveables they have about them, all's
lawful Prize in War.
[Takes their Money, Watches and Rings; goes out.

_Tim._ What, rob the dead?--why, what will this villanous World come to?
[Clashing of Swords, just as they were going to rise.

Enter _Hazard_ bringing in _Ranter_.

_Haz._ Thou cou'dst expect no other Fate, young Man; thy Hands are yet
too tender for a Sword.

_Ran._ Thou look'st like a good-natur'd Fellow, use me civilly, and
_Daring_ shall ransom me.

_Haz._ Doubt not a generous Treatment. [They go out.

_Dull._ So the Coast is clear, I desire to move my Quarters to some
place of more safety--
[They rise and go off.

Enter _Wellman_ and Soldiers hastily.

_Well._ 'Twas this way _Bacon_ fled. Five hundred Pound for him who
finds the Rebel.

[Go out.

SCENE IV. Changes to another part of the Wood.

Enter _Bacon_ and _Fearless_ with their Swords drawn, all bloody.

_Bac._ 'Tis just, ye Gods! that when ye took the Prize for which I
fought, Fortune and you should all abandon me.

_Fear._ Oh, fly, Sir, to some place of safe retreat, for there's no
mercy to be hop'd if taken. What will you do? I know we are pursu'd, by
Heaven, I will not die a shameful Death.

_Bac._ Oh, they'll have pity on thy Youth and Bravery, but I'm above
their Pardon.
[A noise is heard.

_Within._ This way--this way--hay halloo.

_Fear._ Alas, Sir, we're undone--I'll see which way they take.
[Exit.

_Bac._ So near! Nay, then to my last shift.
[Undoes the Pomel of his Sword.
Come, my good Poison, like that of _Hannibal_; long I have born a
noble Remedy for all the Ills of Life.
[Takes Poison.
I have too long surviv'd my Queen and Glory, those two bright Stars
that influenc'd my Life are set to all Eternity.
[Lies down.

Enter _Fearless_, runs to _Bacon_, and