le--

_Sure._ Please you, Sir, to walk in--come, Mr. _Friendly_.
[She takes _Hazard_.

_Ran._ Prithee, good Wench, bring in the Punch-Bowl.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. A Pavilion.

Discovers the _Indian King_ and _Queen_ sitting in State, with
Guards of _Indians_, Men and Women attending: To them _Bacon_
richly dress'd, attended by _Daring_, _Fearless_ and other
Officers; he bows to the _King_ and _Queen_, who rise to receive
him_.

_King._ I am sorry, Sir, we meet upon these Terms, we who so often have
embrac'd as Friends.

_Bac._ How charming is the Queen! [Aside.] War, Sir, is not my Business
nor my Pleasure: Nor was I bred in Arms, my Country's Good has forc'd me
to assume a Soldier's Life; and 'tis with much regret that I employ the
first Effects of it against my Friends: yet whilst I may--whilst this
Cessation lasts, I beg we may exchange those Friendships, Sir, we have
so often paid in happier Peace.

_King._ For your part, Sir, you've been so noble, that I repent the
fatal Difference that makes us meet in Arms. Yet though I'm young, I'm
sensible of Injuries; and oft have heard my Grandsire say, That we were
Monarchs once of all this spacious World, till you, an unknown People,
landing here, distress'd and ruin'd by destructive Storms, abusing all
our charitable Hospitality, usurp'd our Right, and made your Friends
your Slaves.

_Bac._ I will not justify the Ingratitude of my Forefathers, but finding
here my Inheritance, I am resolv'd still to maintain it so, and by my
Sword which first cut out my Portion, defend each Inch of Land, with my
last drop of Blood.

_Queen._ Even his Threats have Charms that please the Heart.
[Aside.

_King._ Come, Sir, let this ungrateful Theme alone, which is better
disputed in the Field.

_Queen._ Is it impossible there might be wrought an understanding
betwixt my Lord and you? 'Twas to that end I first desired this Truce,
my self proposing to be Mediator, to which my Lord _Cavernio_ shall
agree, could you but condescend--I know you are noble: And I have heard
you say our tender Sex could never plead in vain.

_Bac._ Alas! I dare not trust your pleading, Madam: a few soft Words
from such a charming Mouth would make me lay the Conqueror at your Feet,
as a Sacrifice for all the Ills he has done you.

_Queen._ How strangely am I pleas'd to hear him talk. [Aside.

_King._ _Semernia_, see, the Dancers do appear;
Sir,