Well. Mr. Dunce, your Counsel in extremity, I confess, is not amiss; but I should be loth to deal dishonourably with any Man.
Down. His Crimes deserve Death, his Life is forfeited by Law, but shall never be taken by my consent by Treachery: If by any Stratagem we could take him alive, and either send him for England to receive there his Punishment, or keep him Prisoner here till the Governour arrive, I should agree to it; but I question his coming in upon our Invitation.
Dun. Leave that to me.
Whim. Come, I’ll warrant him, the Rogue’s as stout as Hector, he fears neither Heaven nor Hell.
Down. He’s too brave and bold to refuse our Summons, and I am for sending him for England, and leaving him to the King’s Mercy.
Dun. In that you’ll find more difficulty, Sir; to take him off here will be more quick and sudden: for the People worship him.
Well. I’ll never yield to so ungenerous an Expedient. The seizing him I am content in the Extremity wherein we are to follow. What say you, Colonel Downright? shall we send him a Letter now, while this two days Truce lasts, between him and the Indians?
Down. I approve it.
All. And I, and I, and I.
Dun. If your Honours please to make me the Messenger, I’ll use some Arguments of my own to prevail with him.