Dar. You come too late, Gentlemen, to be put into the Articles; nor am I satisfy’d you’re worthy of it.
Dull. Why, did not you, Sir, see us lie dead in the Field?
Dar. Yes, but I see no Wound about you.
Tim. We were stun’d with being knock’d down; Gads zoors, a Man may be kill’d with the but-end of a Musquet, as soon as with the point of a Sword.
Enter Dunce.
Dun. The Council, Sir, wishes you Health and Happiness, and sends you these sign’d by their Hands— Gives Papers.
Dar. reads.
That you shall have a general Pardon for your self and Friends; that you shall have all new Commissions, and Daring to command as General; that you shall have free leave to inter your dead General in James Town. And to ratify this, we will meet you at Madam Surelove’s House, which stands between the Armies, attended only by our Officers.
The Council’s noble, and I’ll wait upon them.