Young Fash. They tell me, Sir, he has a great many People with him disguis'd like Servants.
Sir Tun. Ay, ay, Rogues enow; but I'll soon raise the Posse upon 'em.
Young Fash. Sir, if you'll take my Advice, we'll go a shorter way to work; I find, whoever this Spark is, he knows nothing of my being privately here; so if you pretend to receive him civilly, he'll enter without Suspicion; and as soon as he is within the Gate, we'll whip up the Drawbridge upon his Back, let fly the Blunderbuss to disperse the Crew, and so commit him to Gaol.
Sir Tun. I'gad, your Lordship is an ingenious Person, and a very great General; but shall we kill any of 'em, or not?
Young Fash. No, no, fire over their Heads only to fright them; I'll warrant the Regiment scours when the Colonel's a Prisoner.
Sir Tun. Then come along, my Boys, and let your Courage be great——for your Danger is but small.
[Exeunt.
SCENE, The Gate.
Enter Lord Foppington and Followers.