Enter Whimsey, Whiff, and Boozer, with some Soldiers arm’d.
Whim. Stand—stand—and hear the word of Command—do ye see yon Cops, and that Ditch that runs along Major Dullman’s Plantation?
Booz. We do.
Whim. Place your Men there, and lie flat on your Bellies, and when Bacon comes, (if alone) seize him, d’ye see.
Whiff. Observe the Command now (if alone) for we are not for blood-shed.
Booz. I’ll warrant you for our parts. Exeunt all but Whim. and Whiff.
Whim. Now we have ambusht our Men, let’s light our Pipes, and sit down and take an encouraging dram of the Bottle. [Pulls a Bottle] of Brandy out of his Pocket—they sit.
Whiff. Thou art a Knave, and hast emptied half the Bottle in thy Leathern Pockets; but come, here’s young Frightall’s Health.
Whim. What, wilt drink a Man’s Health thou’rt going to hang?
Whiff. ’Tis all one for that, we’ll drink his Health first, and hang him afterwards, and thou shalt pledge me, d’ye see, and though ’twere under the Gallows.