Dull. Valour is not always in humour, Sir.
Well. Come, Gentlemen, since they’ve resolv’d to engage us, let’s set our Men in order to receive ’em. Exeunt all but the four Justices.
Tim. Our Commissions again—you must be bragging, and see what comes on’t; I was modest ye see, and said nothing of my Prowess.
Whiff. What a Devil does the Colonel think we are made of Iron, continually to be beat on the Anvil?
Whim. Look, Gentlemen, here’s two Evils—if we go we are dead Men; if we stay we are hang’d—and that will disorder my Cravat-string:—therefore the least Evil is to go—and set a good Face on the Matter, as I do—
Goes out singing. [All exeunt.]
[Scene III.] A thick Wood.
Enter Queen dress’d like an Indian Man, with a Bow in her Hand, and Quiver at her Back; Anaria her Confident disguis’d so too; and about a dozen Indians led by Cavaro.
Queen. I tremble yet, dost think we’re safe, Cavaro?
Cav. Madam, these Woods are intricate and vast, and ’twill be difficult to find us out—or if they do, this Habit will secure you from the fear of being taken.