of a
Sword.

Enter _Dunce_.

_Dun._ The Council, Sir, wishes you Health and Happiness, and sends you
these sign'd by their Hands--
[Gives Papers.

_Dar._ reads.

That you shall have a general Pardon for your self and Friends;
that you shall have all new Commissions, and _Daring_ to command as
General; that you shall have free leave to inter your dead General
in _James_ Town. And to ratify this, we will meet you at Madam
_Surelove's_ House, which stands between the Armies, attended only
by our Officers.

The Council's noble, and I'll wait upon them.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. A Grove near Madam _Surelove's_.

Enter _Surelove_ weeping, _Well._ _Chrisante_, Mrs. _Flirt_,
_Ranter_ as before, _Down._ _Haz._ _Friend._ _Booz._ _Brag_.

_Well._ How long, Madam, have you heard the News of Col. _Surelove's_
Death?

_Sure._ By a Vessel last Night arriv'd.

_Well._ You shou'd not grieve when Men so old pay their debt to Nature;
you are too fair not to have been reserved for some young Lover's Arms.

_Haz._ I dare not speak,--but give me leave to hope.

_Sure._ The way to oblige me to't, is never more to speak to me of Love
till I shall think it fit--
[_Wellman_ speaks to _Down._

_Well._ Come, you shan't grant it--'tis a hopeful Youth.

_Down._ You are too much my Friend to be denied--_Chrisante_, do you
love _Friendly_? nay, do not blush--till you have done a fault, your
loving him is none--Here, take her, young Man, and with her all my
Fortune--when I am dead, Sirrah--not a Groat before--unless to buy ye
Baby-Clouts.

_Friend._ He merits not this Treasure, Sir, can wish for more.

Enter _Daring_, _Fearless_, _Dunce_, Officers, and the rest, they
meet _Well._ and _Down._ who embrace 'em. _Dull._ and _Tim._
stand.

_Dar._ Can you forgive us, Sir, our Disobedience?

_Well._ Your offering Peace while yet you might command it, has made
such kind impressions on us, that now you may command your Propositions;
your Pardons are all seal'd and new Commissions.

_Dar._ I'm not ambitious of that Honour, Sir, but in obedience will
accept your Goodness; but, Sir, I hear I have a young Friend taken
Prisoner by Captain _Hazard_, whom I intreat you will render me.

_Haz._ Sir--here I resign him to you. [Gives him _Ran._

_Ran._ Faith, General, you left me but scurvily in Battle.

_Dar._ That was to see how well you cou'd shift for your self; now I
find you