Whiff. Ay, ay, we’ll make a Bonfire on’t, and drink your Honour’s health round about it. They offer to go.
Bac. Yet hold, my Revenge shall be more merciful, I ordered that all the Women of Rank shall be seiz’d and brought to my Camp. I’ll make their Husbands pay their Ransoms dearly; they’d rather have their Hearts bleed than their Purses.
Fear. Dear General, let me have the seizing of Colonel Downright’s Daughter; I would fain be plundering for a Trifle call’d a Maiden-head.
Bac. On pain of Death treat them with all respect; assure them of the safety of their Honour. Now, all that will follow me, shall find a welcome, and those that will not, may depart in Peace.
All. Hay, a General, a General, a General. Some Soldiers go off: Some go to the side of Bacon.
Enter Daring and Soldiers, with Chrisante, Surelove, Mrs. Whim. and Mrs. Whiff, and several other Women.
Bac. Successful Daring, welcome, what Prizes have ye?
Dar. The fairest in the World, Sir; I’m not for common Plunder.
Down. Hah, my Daughter and my Kinswoman!—
Bac. ’Tis not with Women, Sir, nor honest men like you, that I intend to combat; not their own Parents [shall be] more indulgent, nor better Safe-guard to their Honours, Sir: But ’tis to save the expence of Blood I seize on their most valued Prizes.