Bac. Are you the Authors of this valiant Act? None but such villainous Cowards [durst] have attempted it.
Whim. Stop his railing Tongue.
Whiff. No, no, let him rail, let him rail now his Hands are ty’d, ha, ha. Why, good General Frightall, what, was no body able d’ye think to tame the roaring Lyon?
Bac. You’ll be hanged for this.
Whim. Come, come, away with him to the next Tree.
Bac. What mean you, Villains?
Whiff. Only to hang your Honour a little, that’s all. We’ll teach you, Sir, to serve your Country against Law.
As they go off, enter Daring with Soldiers.
Dar. Hah—my General betray’d!—this I suspected.
His Men come in, they fall on, release Bacon and Fearless, and his Man, and get Swords. Whimsey’s Party put Whim. and Whiff before ’em striking ’em as they endeavour to run on this side or that, and forcing ’em to bear up, they are taken after some fighting.