_Within._ To Arms, to Arms, the Enemy's upon us.

[A Noise of Fighting, after which enters _Friendly_ with his
Party, retreating and fighting from _Daring_ and some Soldiers,
_Ranter_ fighting like a Fury by his side, he putting her back in
vain; they fight out. Re-enter _Daring_ and _Friendly_ all bloody.
Several Soldiers enter with Flambeaux.

_Dar._ Now, Sir--what Injury have I ever done you, that you should use
this Treachery against me?

_Friend._ To take advantage any way in War, was never counted
Treachery--and had I murder'd thee, I had not paid thee half the Debt I
owe thee.

_Dar._ You bleed too much to hold too long a Parley-- come to my Tent,
I'll take a charitable care of thee.

_Friend._ I scorn thy Courtesy, who against all the Laws of Honour and
of Justice, hast ravish'd innocent Ladies.

_Dar._ Sir, your upbraiding of my Honour shall never make me forfeit it,
or esteem you less--Is there a Lady here you have a Passion for?

_Friend._ Yes, on a nobler score than thou darest own.

_Dar._ To let you see how you're mistaken, Sir, whoe'er that Lady be
whom you affect, I will resign, and give you both your Freedoms.

_Friend._ Why, for this Courtesy, which shews thee brave, in the next
fight I'll save thy Life to quit the Obligation.

_Dar._ I thank you, Sir;--come to my Tent,--and when we've dress'd your
Wounds, and yielded up the Ladies, I'll give you my Pass-port for your
Safe-Conduct back, and tell your Friends i'th' Town, we'll visit them
i'th' Morning.

_Friend._ They'll meet you on your way, Sir--

_Dar._ Come, my young Soldier, now thou'st won my Soul.

[Exeunt.

[An Alarm beats: Enter at another Passage _Boozer_ with all the
Ladies; they pass over the Stage, while _Hazard_ and _Downright_
beat back a Party of Soldiers. _Dull._ _Tim._ _Whim._ and _Whiff_,
prick'd on by their Party to fight, lay about them like Madmen.
_Bacon_, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ come in, rescue their Men, and
fight out the other Party, some falling dead. _Bacon_, _Fearless_
and _Daring_ return tired, with their Swords drawn. Enter
_Soldier_ running.

_Sold._ Return, Sir, where your Sword will be more useful--a Party of
_Indians_, taking advantage of the Night, have set fire on your Tents,
and borne away the Queen.

_Bac._ Hah, the Queen! By Heaven, this Victory shall cost them dear;
come, let us fly to rescue her.

[All go out.

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