Enter Soldiers with Dunce, Tim. and Dullman.
Sold. An’t please your Honour, we took these Men running away.
Dar. Let ’em loose—the Wars are at an end, see where the General lies—that great-soul’d Man, no private Body e’er contain’d a nobler; and he that cou’d have conquered all America, finds only here his scanty length of Earth. Go, bear the Body to his own Pavilion— Soldiers [go out] with the Body.
though we are Conquerors we submit to treat, and yield upon Condition: You, Mr. Dunce, shall bear our Articles to the Council.
Dun. With Joy I will obey you.
Tim. Good General, let us be put in the Agreement.
Dar. You shall be obliged—
Ex. Dar. Dun. Dull. and Tim. as Fear. goes out a Soldier meets him.
Sold. What does your Honour intend to do with [Whimsey] and Whiff, who are condemn’d by a Council of War?
Enter Daring, Dullman, Tim. Fearless, and Officers.