Dun. Gentlemen, I am commanded to read the Declaration of the honourable Council to you. To the Soldiers.
All. Hum, hum, hum—
Booz. Silence—silence— Dunce reads.
Dun. By an order of Council, dated May the 10th, 1670. To all Gentlemen Soldiers, Merchants, Planters, and whom else it may concern. Whereas Bacon, contrary to Law and Equity, has, to satisfy his own Ambition, taken up Arms with a pretence to fight the Indians, but indeed to molest and enslave the whole Colony, and to take away their Liberties and Properties; this is to declare, that whoever shall bring this Traitor dead or alive to the Council, shall have three hundred pounds Reward. And so God save the King.
All. A Council, a Council! Hah— Hollow.
Enter a Soldier hastily.
Sold. Stand to your Arms, Gentlemen, stand to your Arms, Bacon is marching this way.
Dun. Hah—what Numbers has he?
Sold. About a hundred Horse, in his march he has surpriz’d Colonel Downright, and taken him Prisoner.
All. Let’s fall on Bacon—let’s fall on Bacon, hay. Hollow.