[ Scene II.] [The Council-Table.]
Enter Wellman, Downright, Dunce, Whimsey, Whiff, and others.
Well. Come, Mr. Dunce, though you are no Counsellor, yet your Counsel may be good in time of Necessity, as now.
Dun. If I may [give] worthy Advice, I do not look upon our Danger to be so great from the Indians, as from young Bacon, whom the People have nick-nam’d Fright-all.
Whim. Ay, ay, that same Bacon, I would he were well hang’d: I am afraid that under pretence of killing all the Indians he means to murder us, lie with our Wives, and hang up our little Children, and make himself Lord and King.
Whiff. Brother Whimsey, not so hot; with leave of the honourable Board, my Wife is of opinion, that Bacon came seasonably to our Aid, and what he has done was for our Defence, the Indians came down upon us, and ravish’d us all, Men, Women, and Children.
Well. If these Grievances were not redrest, we had our Reasons for it; it was not that we were insensible, Captain Whiff, of what we suffer’d from the Insolence of the Indians; but all knew what we must expect from Bacon, if that by lawful Authority he had arrived to so great a Command as General; nor would we be hufft out of our Commissions.
Down. ’Tis most certain that Bacon did not demand a Commission out of a design of serving us, but to satisfy his Ambition and his Love; it being no secret that he passionately admires the Indian Queen, and under the pretext of a War, intends to kill the King her Husband, establish himself in her Heart, and on all occasions [make] himself a more formidable Enemy than the Indians are.
Whim. Nay, nay, I ever foresaw he would prove a Villain.
Whiff. Nay, and he be thereabout, my Nancy shall have no more to do with him.