ges to _Wellman's_ Tent.

Enter _Wellman_, _Brag_, _Grubb_, and Officers.

_Well._ I cannot sleep, my Impatience is so great to engage this haughty
Enemy, before they have reposed their weary Limbs--Is not yon ruddy
Light the Morning's dawn?

_Brag._ 'Tis, and please your Honour.

_Well._ Is there no News of _Friendly_ yet, and _Hazard_?

_Brag._ Not yet--'tis thought they left the Camp to night, with some
design against the Enemy.

_Well._ What Men have they?

_Brag._ Only _Boozer's_ Party, Sir.

_Well._ I know they are brave, and mean to surprize me with some
handsome Action.

Enter _Friendly_.

_Friend._ I ask a thousand Pardons, Sir, for quitting the Camp without
your leave.

_Well._ Your conduct and your Courage cannot err; I see thou'st been in
action by thy Blood.

_Friend._ Sir, I'm ashamed to own these slender Wounds, since without
more my luck was to be taken, while _Hazard_ did alone effect the
Business, the rescuing of the Ladies.

_Well._ How got ye Liberty?

_Friend._ By _Daring's_ Generosity, who sends ye word he'll visit you
this Morning.

_Well._ We are prepared to meet him.

Enter _Down._ _Hazard_, _Ladies_, _Whim._ _Whiff_, _Dullman_,
_Tim._ looking big. _Well._ embraces _Down._

_Well._ My worthy Friend, how am I joyed to see you?

_Down._ We owe our Liberties to these brave Youths, who can do Wonders
when they fight for Ladies.

_Tim._ With our assistance, Ladies.

_Whim._ For my part I'll not take it as I have done; Gad, I find, when I
am damnable angry, I can beat both Friend and Foe.

_Whiff._ When I fight for my _Nancy_ here--adsfish, I'm a Dragon.

Mrs. _Whiff._ Lord, you need not have been so hasty.

_Friend._ Do not upbraid me with your Eyes, _Chrisante_; but let these
Wounds assure you I endeavour'd to serve you, though _Hazard_ had the
Honour on't.

_Well._ But, Ladies, we'll not expose you in the Camp,--a Party of our
Men shall see you safely conducted to Madam _Surelove's_; 'tis but a
little Mile from our Camp.

_Friend._ Let me have that honour, Sir.

_Chris._ No, I conjure you let your Wounds be dress'd; obey me if you
love me, and _Hazard_ shall conduct us home.

_Well._ He had the Toil, 'tis fit he have the Recompence.

_Whiff._ He the Toil, Sir! what, did we stand for Cyphers?

_Whim._ The very appearance I made in the front of the Battel, aw'd the
Enemy.

_Tim._ Ay, ay, let the Enemy say how I maul'd 'em--but Gads zoors,
I sc