Enter Friendly, Hazard and Boozer, and a Party of Men.
Friend. We are now in sight of the Tents.
Booz. Is not this a rash Attempt, Gentlemen, with so small Force to set upon Bacon’s whole Army?
Haz. Oh, they are drunk with Victory and Wine; there will be nought but revelling to night.
Friend. Would we could learn in what Quarter the Ladies are lodg’d, for we have no other business but to release them—But hark—who comes here?
Booz. Some Scouts, I fear, from the Enemy.
Enter Dull. Tim. Whim. and Whiff, creeping as in the dark.
Friend. Let’s shelter ourselves behind yonder Trees—lest we be surpriz’d.
Tim. Wou’d I were well at home-Gad zoors, if e’er you catch me a [Cadeeing] again, I’ll be content to be set in the fore-front of the Battle for Hawks-Meat.
Whim. Thou’rt afraid of every Bush.