Dull. Has he—he might have writ sooner, while I was in Command,—if he had—
Whim. Ay, Major—if he had—but let them miss us.
Well. Colonel, [haste with] your Men, and reinforce the Beach, while I follow with the Horse;—Mr. Dunce, pray let that Proclamation be read concerning Bacon, to the Soldiers. Ex. Down. and Well.
Dun. It shall be done, Sir. Gentlemen, how simply you look now.
The Scene opens and discovers a Body of Soldiers.
Tim. Why, Mr. Parson, I have a scruple of Conscience upon me, I am considering whether it be lawful to kill, though it be in War; I have a great aversion to’t, and hope it proceeds from Religion.
Whiff. I remember the Fit took you just so when the Dutch besieged us, for you cou’d not then be persuaded to strike a stroke.
Tim. Ay, that was because they were Protestants as we are; but, Gads zoors, had they been Dutch Papists I had maul’d them: but Conscience—
Whim. I have been a Justice of Peace this six Years, and never had a Conscience in my Life.
Tim. Nor I neither, but in this damn’d thing of fighting.