ot-brain'd Youth, and so he died.

_Bac._ Come bear him on your Shoulders to my Tent, from whence with all
the solemn State we can, we will convey him to his own Pavilion.

Enter a _Soldier_.

_Sold._ Some of our Troops pursuing of the Enemy even to their Temples,
which they made their Sanctuary, finding the Queen at her Devotion there
with all her _Indian_ Ladies, I'd much ado to stop their violent Rage
from setting fire to the holy Pile.

_Bac._ Hang 'em immediately that durst attempt it, while I my self will
fly to rescue her.
[Goes out, they bear off the _King's_ Body; Ex. all.

Enter _Whimsey_, pulling in _Whiff_, with a Halter about his Neck.

_Whim._ Nay, I'm resolved to keep thee here till his Honour the General
comes.--What, to call him Traitor, and run away after he had so
generously given us our freedom, and listed us Cadees for the next
Command that fell in his Army--I'm resolved to hang thee--

_Whiff._ Wilt thou betray and peach thy Friend? thy Friend that kept
thee Company all the while thou wert a Prisoner--drinking at my own
charge--

_Whim._ No matter for that, I scorn Ingratitude, and therefore will hang
thee--but as for thy drinking with me--I scorn to be behind-hand with
thee in Civility, and therefore here's to thee.
[Takes a Bottle of Brandy out of his Pocket, Drinks.

_Whiff._ I can't drink.

_Whim._ A certain sign thou wo't be hang'd.

_Whiff._ You us'd to be o' my side when a Justice, let the Cause be how
it wou'd.
[Weeps.

_Whim._ Ay--when I was a Justice I never minded Honesty, but now I'll be
true to my General, and hang thee to be a great Man.--

_Whiff._ If I might but have a fair Trial for my Life--

_Whim._ A fair Trial!--come, I'll be thy Judge--and if thou canst clear
thy self by Law, I'll acquit thee: Sirrah, Sirrah, what canst thou say
for thy self for calling his Honour Rebel?
[Sits on a Drum-head.

_Whiff._ 'T was when I was drunk, an't like your Honour.

_Whim._ That's no Plea; for if you kill a Man when you are sober, you
must be hanged when you are drunk. Hast thou any thing else to say for
thy self why Sentence may not pass upon thee?

_Whiff._ I desire the Benefit of the Clergy.

_Whim._ The Clergy! I never knew any body that ever did benefit by 'em;
why, thou canst not read a word.

_Whiff._ Transportation then--

_Whim._ It shall be to _England_ then--but hold--who's this?
[_Dullman_ creeping from a Bush.

_Dull._ So t