Enter _Bacon_ with his Sword drawn, meets _Fearless_ with his Sword drawn.
_Fear._ Haste, haste, Sir, to the Entrance of the Wood, _Daring’s_ engaged past hope of a Retreat, venturing too far, pursuing of the Foe; the King in Ambush, with his poison’d Archers, fell on, and now we are dangerously distrest.
_Bac._ _Daring_ is brave, but he’s withal too rash, come on and follow me to his Assistance-- [Go out.
[A hollowing within, the Fight renews; enter the _Indians_ beaten back by _Bacon_, _Daring_ and _Fearless_; they fight off; the noise of Fighting continues a while, this still behind the Wood.
Enter _Indians_ flying over the Stage, pursued by the _King_.
_King._ Turn, turn, ye fugitive Slaves, and face the Enemy; Oh Villains, Cowards, deaf to all Command: by Heaven, I had my Rival in my view, and aim’d at nothing but my conquering him--now like a Coward I must fly with Cowards, or like a desperate Madman fall, thus singly, midst the numbers. [Follows the _Indians_.
Enter _Bacon_ inraged with his Sword drawn, _Fearless_ and _Daring_ following him.
_Bac._ --Where is the King, oh ye perfidious Slaves? how, have you hid him from my just Revenge?--search all the Brakes, the Furzes and the Trees, and let him not escape on pain of Death.
_Dar._ Yes, when we see occasion--yet--shou’d any but my General tell me so--by Heaven, he should find I were no starter.
_Bac._ Forgive me, I’m mad--the King’s escaped, hid like a trembling Slave in some close Ditch, where he will sooner starve than fight it out.
Re-enter _Indians_ running over the Stage, pursued by the _King_, who shoots them as they fly; some few follow him.
_King._ All’s lost--the Day is lost--and I’m betray’d;--Oh Slaves, that even Wounds can’t animate. [In Rage.
_King._ The General here! by all the Powers, betray’d by my own Men!
_Bac._ Abandon’d as thou art, I scorn to take thee basely; you shall have Soldiers chance, Sir, for your Life, since Chance so luckily has brought us hither; without more Aids we will dispute the Day: This Spot of Earth bears both our Armies Fates; I’ll give you back the Victory I have won, and thus begin a-new on equal Terms.
_King._ That’s nobly said!--the Powers have heard my Wish. You, Sir, first taught me how to use a Sword, which heretofore has served me with Success: But now--’tis for _Semernia_ that it draws, a Prize more valued than my Kingdom, Sir--