Booz. We’ll hear him speak first—and see what he can say for himself.
All. Ay, ay, we’ll hear Bacon speak. Dunce pleads with them.
Tim. Well, Major, I have found a Stratagem shall make us Four the greatest Men in the Colony, we’ll surrender our selves to Bacon, and say we disbanded on purpose.
Dull. Good—
Whiff. Why, I had no other design in the World in refusing to fight.
Whim. Nor I, d’ye think I wou’d have excus’d it with the fear of disordering my Cravat-String else.
Dun. Why, Gentlemen, he designs to fire James Town, murder you all, and then lie with your Wives; and will you slip this opportunity of seizing him?
Booz. Here’s a termagant Rogue, Neighbours—we’ll hang the Dog.
All. Ay, ay, hang Bacon, hang Bacon.
Enter Bacon and Fearless, some Soldiers leading in Downright bound; Bacon [stands and stares a while] on the Regiments, who are silent all.