f the Colonel's Opinion, they deserve to hang for't.

_Dull._ Why, Brother, I thought you had wish'd that the Plot had been
yours but now.

_Tim._ Ay, but the Case is alter'd since that, good Brother.

_Well._ Now he's exasperated past all hopes of a Reconciliation.

_Dull._ You must make use of the Statesman's Refuge, wise Dissimulation.

_Brag._ For all this, Sir, he will not believe but that you mean
honourably, and no Persuasions could hinder him from coming, so he has
dismiss'd all his Soldiers, and is entring the Town on foot.

_Well._ What pity 'tis a brave Man should be guilty of an ill Action.

_Brag._ But the noise of his danger has so won the Hearts of the Mobile,
that they increase his Train as he goes, and follow him in the Town like
a Victor.

_Well._ Go wait his coming. [Exit _Brag_.
He grows too popular and must be humbled.

_Tim._ I was ever of your mind, Colonel.

_Well._ Ay, right or wrong--but what's your Counsel now?

_Tim._ E'en as it used to be, I leave it to wiser Heads.

Enter _Brag_.

_Brag._ _Bacon_, Sir, is entring.

_Tim._ Gad zoors, wou'd I were safe in bed.

_Dull._ Colonel, keep in your Heat, and treat calmly with him.

_Well._ I rather wish you would all follow me, I'd meet him at the head
of all his noisy Rabble, and seize him from the Rout.

_Down._ What, Men of Authority dispute with Rake-hells! 'tis below us,
Sir.

_Tim._ To stake our Lives and Fortunes against their nothing.

Enter _Bacon_, after him the Rabble with Staves and Clubs,
bringing in _Whim._ and _Whiff_ bound.

_Well._ What means this Insolence?--What, Mr. _Bacon_, do you come in
Arms?

_Bac._ I'd need, Sir, come in Arms, when Men that should be honourable
can have so poor Designs to take my Life.

_Well._ Thrust out his following Rabble.

_1st Rab._ We'll not stir till we have the General safe back again.

_Bac._ Let not your Loves be too officious--but retire--

_1st Rab._ At your Command we vanish.-- [The Rabble retire.

_Bac._ I hope you'll pardon me, if in my own defence I seized on these
two Murderers.

_Down._ You did well, Sir, 'twas by no order they acted--stand forth and
hear your Sentence--in time of War we need no formal Tryals to hang
Knaves that act without order.

_Whiff._ Oh, Mercy, Mercy, Colonel--'twas Parson _Dunce's_ Plot.

_Down._ Issue out a Warrant to seize _Dunce_ immediately--you shall be
carry'd to the Fort to pray.

_Whim._ Oh, good your