Omnes. No, no, no order.
Well. Nay, ’twere a good design if true.
Tim. Gad zoors, wou’d I had thought on’t for my Troop.
Down. I am for no unfair dealing in any extremity.
[Enter Brag] in haste.
Brag. An’t please your Honours, the saddest News—an Ambush being laid for Bacon, they rush’d out upon him on the Sevana, and after some fighting took him and Fearless—
Tim. Is this your sad News—zoors, wou’d I had had a hand in’t.
Brag. When on a sudden, Daring and his Party fell in upon us, turn’d the tide—kill’d our Men, and took Captain Whimsey, and Captain Whiff Pris’ners; the rest run away, but Bacon fought like fury.
Tim. A bloody Fellow!
Down. [Whimsey] and Whiff? they deserve Death for acting without order.