Tim. I was ever of your mind, Colonel.
Well. Ay, right or wrong—but what’s your Counsel now?
Tim. E’en as it used to be, I leave it to wiser Heads.
Enter Brag.
Brag. Bacon, Sir, is entring.
Tim. Gad zoors, wou’d I were safe in bed.
Dull. Colonel, keep in your Heat, and treat calmly with him.
Well. I rather wish you would all follow me, I’d meet him at the head of all his noisy Rabble, and seize him from the Rout.
Down. What, Men of Authority dispute with Rake-hells! ’tis below us, Sir.
Tim. To stake our Lives and Fortunes against their nothing.