Well. Sir, you are welcome; and to let you see you are so, we will give you your Kinsman’s Command, Captain of a Troop of Horse-Guards, and which I’m sure will be continued to you when the Governour arrives.
Haz. I shall endeavour to deserve the Honour, Sir.
Enter Dull. Tim. Whim. and Whiff, all in Buff, Scarf, and Feather.
Down. So, Gentlemen, I see you’re in a readiness.
Tim. Readiness! What means he, I hope we are not to be drawn out to go against the Enemy, Major.
Dull. If we are, they shall look a new Major for me.
Well. We were debating, Gentlemen, what course were best to pursue against this powerful Rebel.
Friend. Why, Sir, we have Forces enough, let’s charge him instantly, Delays are dangerous.
Tim. Why, what a damn’d fiery Fellow is this?
Down. But if we drive him to extremities, we fear his siding with the Indians.