Enter an Indian.
Indian. Sir, here’s a Messenger from the English Council desires admittance to the General. To the King.
Bac. With your Permission he may advance. To the King.
Re-enter Indian with Dunce. A Letter.
Dun. All Health and Happiness attend your Honour, this from the honourable Council. Gives him a Letter.
King. I’ll leave you till you have dispatch’d the Messenger, and then expect your presence in the Royal Tent.
Exeunt King, Queen, and Indians.
Bac. Lieutenant, read the Letter. To Daring.
Daring reads.
SIR, the necessity of what you have acted makes it pardonable, and we could wish we had done the Country and our selves so much Justice as to have given you that Commission you desired.—We now find it reasonable to raise more Forces, to oppose these Insolences, which possibly yours may be too weak to accomplish, to which end the Council is ordered to meet this Evening, and desiring you will come and take your place there, and be pleas’d to accept from us a Commission to command in Chief in this War.—Therefore send those Soldiers under your Command to their respective Houses, and haste, Sir, to your affectionate Friends—