Whiff. Hum—hang him! a rare Plot.
Whim. Hang him!—we’ll do’t, we’ll do’t, Sir, and I doubt not but to be made General for the Action—I’ll take it all upon my self. Aside.
Dun. If you resolve upon this, you must about instantly—Thus I shall at once serve my Country, and revenge my self on the Rascal for affronting my Dignity once at the Council-Table, by calling me Farrier. Ex. Dr.
Whiff. Do you know, Brother, what we are to do?
Whim. To do! yes, to hang a General, Brother, that’s all.
Whiff. All! but is it lawful to hang any General?
Whim. Lawful, yes, that ’tis lawful to hang any General that fights against Law.
Whiff. But in what he has done, he has serv’d the King and our Country, and preserv’d our Lives and Fortunes.
Whim. That’s all one, Brother; if there be but a Quirk in the Law offended in this Case, though he fought like Alexander, and preserv’d the whole World from Perdition, yet if he did it against Law, ’tis lawful to hang him; why, what, Brother, is it fit that every impudent Fellow that pretends to a little Honour, Loyalty, and Courage, should serve his King and Country against the Law? no, no, Brother, these things are not to be suffer’d in a civil Government by Law establish’d,—wherefore let’s about it.
Exeunt.