_Whiff._ Oh, Sir, I am going home for Money to redeem my _Nancy_.
_Tim._ I thank my Stars I am a Batchelor.--Why, what a Plague is a Wife?
_Dull._ We have atchiev’d Honour enough already, in having made our Campaign here-- [Looking big.
_Haz._ ‘Sdeath, but you shall go--put them in the front, and prick them on--if they offer to turn back, run them thro.
_Tim._ Oh, horrid-- [The Soldiers prick them on with their Swords.
_Whiff._ Oh, _Nancy_, thy Dream will yet come to pass.
_Haz._ Will you advance, Sir? [Pricks _Whiff_.
_Whiff._ Why, so we do, Sir; the Devil’s in these fighting Fellows.
_Within._ To Arms, to Arms, the Enemy’s upon us.
[A Noise of Fighting, after which enters _Friendly_ with his Party, retreating and fighting from _Daring_ and some Soldiers, _Ranter_ fighting like a Fury by his side, he putting her back in vain; they fight out. Re-enter _Daring_ and _Friendly_ all bloody. Several Soldiers enter with Flambeaux.
_Dar._ Now, Sir--what Injury have I ever done you, that you should use this Treachery against me?
_Friend._ To take advantage any way in War, was never counted Treachery--and had I murder’d thee, I had not paid thee half the Debt I owe thee.
_Dar._ You bleed too much to hold too long a Parley-- come to my Tent, I’ll take a charitable care of thee.
_Friend._ I scorn thy Courtesy, who against all the Laws of Honour and of Justice, hast ravish’d innocent Ladies.
_Dar._ Sir, your upbraiding of my Honour shall never make me forfeit it, or esteem you less--Is there a Lady here you have a Passion for?
_Friend._ Yes, on a nobler score than thou darest own.
_Dar._ To let you see how you’re mistaken, Sir, whoe’er that Lady be whom you affect, I will resign, and give you both your Freedoms.
_Friend._ Why, for this Courtesy, which shews thee brave, in the next fight I’ll save thy Life to quit the Obligation.
_Dar._ I thank you, Sir;--come to my Tent,--and when we’ve dress’d your Wounds, and yielded up the Ladies, I’ll give you my Pass-port for your Safe-Conduct back, and tell your Friends i’th’ Town, we’ll visit them i’th’ Morning.
_Friend._ They’ll meet you on your way, Sir--
_Dar._ Come, my young Soldier, now thou’st won my Soul.
[An Alarm beats: Enter at another Passage _Boozer_ with all the Ladies; they pass over the Stage, while _Hazard_ and _Downright_ beat back a Party of Soldiers. _Dull._ _Tim._ _Whim._ and _Whiff_, prick’d on by their Party to fight, lay about them like Madmen. _Bacon_, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ come in, rescue their Men, and fight out the other Party, some falling dead. _Bacon_, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ return tired, with their Swords drawn. Enter _Soldier_ running.