Enter Hazard bringing in Ranter.
Haz. Thou cou’dst expect no other Fate, young Man; thy Hands are yet too tender for a Sword.
Ran. Thou look’st like a good-natur’d Fellow, use me civilly, and Daring shall ransom me.
Haz. Doubt not a generous Treatment. [They go out.]
Dull. So the Coast is clear, I desire to move my Quarters to some place of more safety— They rise and go off.
Enter Wellman and Soldiers hastily.
Well. ’Twas this way Bacon fled. Five hundred Pound for him who finds the Rebel.
Go out.
[Scene IV. Changes to another part of the Wood.]
Enter Bacon and Fearless with their Swords drawn, all bloody.