orn to brag.

_Well._ Since you've regain'd your Honour so gloriously, I restore you
to your Commands you lost by your seeming Cowardice.

_Dull._ Valour is not always in humour, Sir.

_Well._ Come, Gentlemen, since they've resolv'd to engage us, let's set
our Men in order to receive 'em.

[Exeunt all but the four Justices.

_Tim._ Our Commissions again--you must be bragging, and see what comes
on't; I was modest ye see, and said nothing of my Prowess.

_Whiff._ What a Devil does the Colonel think we are made of Iron,
continually to be beat on the Anvil?

_Whim._ Look, Gentlemen, here's two Evils--if we go we are dead Men; if
we stay we are hang'd--and that will disorder my
Cravat-string:--therefore the least Evil is to go--and set a good Face
on the Matter, as I do--

[Goes out singing. All exeunt.

SCENE III. A thick Wood.

Enter _Queen_ dress'd like an _Indian_ Man, with a Bow in her
Hand, and Quiver at her Back; _Anaria_ her Confident disguis'd so
too; and about a dozen _Indians_ led by _Cavaro_.

_Queen._ I tremble yet, dost think we're safe, _Cavaro_?

_Cav._ Madam, these Woods are intricate and vast, and 'twill be
difficult to find us out--or if they do, this Habit will secure you from
the fear of being taken.

_Queen._ Dost think if _Bacon_ find us, he will not know me? Alas, my
Fears and Blushes will betray me.

_Ana._ 'Tis certain, Madam, if we stay we perish; for all the Wood's
surrounded by the Conqueror.

_Queen._ Alas, 'tis better we should perish here, than stay to expect
the Violence of his Passion, to which my Heart's too sensibly inclin'd.

_Ana._ Why do you not obey its Dictates then? why do you fly the
Conqueror?

_Queen._ Not fly--not fly the Murderer of my Lord?

_Ana._ What World, what Resolution can preserve you? and what he cannot
gain by soft submission, Force will at last o'ercome.

_Queen._ I wish there were in Nature one excuse, either by Force or
Reason to compel me:--For Oh, _Anaria_--I adore this General;--take from
my Soul a Truth--till now conceal'd--at twelve Years old--at the
_Pauwomungian_ Court, I saw this Conqueror. I saw him young and gay as
new-born Spring, glorious and charming as the Mid-day's Sun; I watch'd
his Looks, and listned when he spoke, and thought him more than mortal.

_Ana._ He has a graceful Form.

_Queen._ At last a fatal Match concluded was between my Lord and me;
I gave my Hand, but oh, how far my Heart was from c