your self.

_Haz._ Madam, the endeavours of my Life shall be to express my Gratitude
for this great Bounty.

Enter _Maid_.

_Maid._ Madam, Mr. _Friendly's_ here.

_Sure._ Bring him in.

_Haz._ _Friendly!_--I had a dear Friend of that name, who I hear is in
these Parts.--Pray Heaven it may be he.

_Ran._ How now, _Charles_.

Enter _Friendly_.

_Friend._ Madam, your Servant--Hah! should not I know you for my dear
friend _Hazard_.
[Embracing him.

_Haz._ Or you're to blame, my _Friendly_.

_Friend._ Prithee what calm brought thee ashore?

_Haz._ Fortune _de la guerre_, but prithee ask me no Questions in so
good Company, where a Minute lost from this Conversation is a Misfortune
not to be retriev'd.

_Friend._ Dost like her, Rogue-- [Softly aside.

_Haz._ Like her! have I sight, or sense?--Why, I adore her.

_Friend._ Mrs. _Chrisante_, I heard your Father would not be here to
day, which made me snatch this opportunity of seeing you.

_Ran._ Come, come, a Pox of this whining Love, it spoils good Company.

_Friend._ You know, my dear Friend, these Opportunities come but seldom,
and therefore I must make use of them.

_Ran._ Come, come, I'll give you a better Opportunity at my House to
morrow, we are to eat a Buffalo there, and I'll secure the old Gentleman
from coming.

_Friend._ Then I shall see _Chrisante_ once more before I go.

_Chris._ Go--Heavens--whither, my _Friendly_?

_Friend._ I have received a Commission to go against the _Indians_,
_Bacon_ being sent for home.

_Ran._ But will he come when sent for?

_Friend._ If he refuse we are to endeavour to force him.

_Chris._ I do not think he will be forc'd, not even by _Friendly_.

_Friend._ And, faith, it goes against my Conscience to lift my Sword
against him, for he is truly brave, and what he has done, a Service to
the Country, had it but been by Authority.

_Chris._ What pity 'tis there should be such false Maxims in the World,
that noble Actions, however great, must be criminal for want of a Law to
authorise 'em.

_Friend._ Indeed 'tis pity that when Laws are faulty they should not be
mended or abolish'd.

_Ran._ Hark ye, _Charles_, by Heaven, if you kill my _Daring_ I'll
pistol you.

_Friend._ No, Widow, I'll spare him for your sake.
[They join with _Surelove_.

_Haz._ Oh, she's all divine, and all the Breath she utters serves but to
blow my Flame.

Enter _Maid_.

_Maid._ Madam, Dinner's on the Tab