[Song. Exeunt.
SCAENA 3.
Enter 2 Captaines[210] & their Soldiers, severally.
1 Cap. Here stand we fast.
2 Cap. Cock all your Musketts, Soldiers, now, And gentlemen be ready to bend your pikes; The prisoner's comming out.
1 Cap. But doe you thinck They meane to take his head of, or to fright him?
2 Cap. Heaven keep me from such frights. Why are theis Guards Commaunded to make good the Execution, If they intend not death?
1 Cap. But dare they doe it?
2 Cap. What dare not Justice do that's right and honest?
Is he not proov'd a guilty man? What bugs
Should publick safety be afraid to looke on?
Do you hold the United States so tame to feare him,—
Feare him a Traitor, too?
1 Cap. You know hee's much lov'd, And every where they stir in his Compassion.