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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Fall of British Tyranny, by John Leacock
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+Title: The Fall of British Tyranny
+       American Liberty Triumphant
+
+Author: John Leacock
+
+Editor: Montrose J. Moses
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+Release Date: June 26, 2009 [EBook #29226]
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+This e-book contains the text of _The Fall of British Tyranny_,
+extracted from Representative Plays by American Dramatists: Vol 1,
+1765-1819. Comments and background to all the plays and the other plays
+are available at Project Gutenberg.
+
+Spelling as in the original has been preserved.
+
+
+
+
+THE FALL
+
+OF
+
+BRITISH TYRANNY
+
+_By_ JOHN LEACOCK
+
+
+
+
+JOHN LEACOCK
+
+
+Among the elusive figures of early American Drama stands John Leacock,
+author of "The Fall of British Tyranny,"[1] published in 1776, in
+Philadelphia. Even more elusive is the identification, inasmuch as his
+name has been spelled variously Leacock, Lacock, and Laycock. To add to
+the confusion, Watson's "Annals of Philadelphia," on the reminiscent
+word of an old resident of that town, declares that Joseph Leacock
+penned "The Medley."[2] "He wrote also a play, with good humour," says
+this authority, "called 'British Tyranny.'" On careful search of the
+files, no definite information in regard to Leacock has been
+forthcoming. The dedication to "The Fall of British Tyranny" was signed
+"Dick Rifle," but there is no information to be traced from this
+pseudonym.
+
+Searching the Colonial Records of Pennsylvania, I discovered no less
+than three John Leacocks mentioned, all of whom were Coroners, as well
+as a Joseph Leacock, who occupied the same position. Examining the
+Records of the Pennsylvania Soldiers of the Revolution, I found several
+John Leacocks in the ranks as privates, and also one John Laycock.
+
+Professor Moses Coit Tyler, in his "Literary History of the American
+Revolution" (ii, 198), giving a list of the characters in the play and
+the names of those supposed to be lampooned, analyzes the piece
+thoroughly, and says, "From internal evidence, it must be inferred that
+the writing of the play was finished after the publication of 'Common
+Sense' in January, 1776, and before the news had reached Philadelphia of
+the evacuation of Boston, March 17, 1776." Though Sabin takes for
+granted that Leacock wrote "The Fall of British Tyranny," Hildeburn, in
+the "Issues of the Press" (ii, 249), states that it is "said to have
+been written by Mr. Laycock of Philadelphia." If the John Leacock, whose
+name appears in the Philadelphia Directory of 1802, is the one who wrote
+"The Fall of British Tyranny," following that clue we find his name
+disappearing from the Directory in 1804. Hence, he must either have
+died, or have moved away from Philadelphia.
+
+The elusive name of Leacock is to be considered also in connection with
+an opera entitled, "The Disappointment; or, The Force of Credulity,"
+signed by Andrew Barton,[3] supposed to be a pseudonym, and attributed
+variously to "Colonel" Thomas Forrest and to John Leacock. I already
+have had occasion to mention "The Disappointment" in connection with
+Godfrey's "The Prince of Parthia." The reader will remember that in 1767
+"The Disappointment" was put into rehearsal, but was suddenly withdrawn
+in preference to Godfrey's piece. This play has been fully and
+interestingly analyzed by O. G. Sonneck, who gives the reasons for the
+withdrawal of the play from rehearsal by the American Company of
+Philadelphia, 1767. These reasons are definitely stated in the
+_Pennsylvania Gazette_ for April 16, 1767, which contains this warning
+in the American Company's advertisement of "The Mourning Bride": "N.B.
+'The Disappointment' (that was advertised for Monday), as it contains
+personal Reflections, is unfit for the Stage."
+
+The reason why this piece is attributed to "Colonel" Thomas Forrest is
+that there is a memorandum in substantiation on the title-page of a copy
+owned by the Library Company of Philadelphia.
+
+Mr. Sonneck gives further and more extensive treatment of the subject in
+his excellent book on "Early Opera in America," (Schirmer, 1915) as well
+as in "Sammelbände der Internationale Musik Gesellschaft," for
+1914-1915.
+
+We mention the matter here, because, although Sonneck enters into a long
+discussion of the life of Forrest, he fails to give any satisfactory
+account of John Leacock. In fact, he says in closing, "If Andrew Barton,
+Esq., is to be a pseudonym, it seems to me that John Leacock, claimed
+(by Mr. Hildeburn) to have written the tragi-comedy of 'The Fall of
+British Tyranny,' should not be cast aside so cheerfully in favour of
+Thomas Forrest."
+
+Seilhamer and Durang, referring to the matter, mention Joseph Leacock as
+a claimant for the authorship of "The Disappointment," and say that he
+was a jeweler and a silversmith in Philadelphia; they also mention John
+Leacock, the Coroner. Durang, in the "History of the Philadelphia
+Stage," throws all weight in favour of Thomas Forrest. Sonneck says
+further, regarding the matter,--"We may dispose of Joseph by saying that
+he seems to have been among the dead when, in 1796, the second edition
+of 'The Disappointment,' revised and corrected by the author, was
+issued. On the other hand, Coroner John Leacock figures in the
+Philadelphia Directories even later."
+
+So the matter stands. The play, however, is a very definite
+contribution, illustrating how quickly the American spirit changed in
+the days preceding the Revolution. Imagine, in 1762, the students of the
+College of New Jersey giving a piece entitled "The Military Glory of
+Great Britain;"[4] and so short a time afterwards, only fourteen years,
+in fact, a piece with the title, "The Fall of British Tyranny," being
+greeted by the theatre-going public! Leacock's attempt may be taken as
+the first example that we have of an American chronicle play. And it is
+likewise significant as being the first literary piece in which George
+Washington appears as a character. In the advertisement, the play is
+thus described (see Ford):
+
+"A pleasing scene between Roger and Dick, two shepherds near Lexington.
+
+"Clarissa, etc. A very moving scene on the death of Dr. Warren, etc., in
+a chamber near Boston, the morning after the battle of Bunker's Hill.
+
+"A humorous scene between the Boatswain and a Sailor on board a
+man-of-war, near Norfolk in Virginia.
+
+"Two very laughable scenes between the Boatswain, two Sailors and the
+Cook, exhibiting specimens of seafaring oratory, and peculiar eloquence
+of those sons of Neptune, touching Tories, Convicts, and Black Regulars:
+and between Lord Kidnapper and the Boatswain.
+
+"A very black scene between Lord Kidnapper and Major Cudjo.
+
+"A religious scene between Lord Kidnapper, Chaplain, and the Captain.
+
+"A scene, the Lord Mayor, etc., going to St. James's with the address.
+
+"A droll scene, a council of war in Boston, Admiral Tombstone, Elbow
+Room, Mr. Caper, General Clinton and Earl Piercy.
+
+"A diverting scene between a Whig and a Tory.
+
+"A spirited scene between General Prescott and Colonel Allen.
+
+"A shocking scene, a dungeon, between Colonel Allen and an officer of
+the guard.
+
+"Two affecting scenes in Boston after the flight of the regulars from
+Lexington, between Lord Boston, messenger and officers of the guard.
+
+"A patriotic scene in the camp at Cambridge, between the Generals
+Washington, Lee, and Putnam, etc., etc."
+
+It is interesting to note that in the Abbé Robin's discerning remarks,
+concerning the effect of drama on the pupils of Harvard in 1781, and on
+the general appeal of drama among the American Patriots, he mentions
+"The Fall of British Tyranny" without giving the author's name.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] The Fall/of/British Tyranny;/or,/American Liberty/Triumphant./The
+First Campaign./A Tragi-Comedy of Five Acts,/as Lately Planned/at the
+Royal Theatrum Pandemonium,/at St. James's./The Principal Place of
+Action in America./Publish'd According to Act of Parliament./Quis furor
+ô cives! quĉ tanta licentia ferri?/Lucan. lib. I. ver. 8./What blind,
+detested madness could afford/Such horrid licence to the murd'ring
+sword?/Rowe./Philadelphia:/Printed by Styner and Cist, in
+Second-street,/near Arch-street. M DCC LXXVI.
+
+[2] "The Medley; or, Harlequin Have At Ye All." A pantomime produced at
+Covent Garden, and published in 1778.
+
+[3] From Sabin, I take the following:
+
+BARTON (A.) "The Disappointment; or, The Force of Credulity." A new
+American Comic Opera, of two Acts. By Andrew Barton, Esq. [Motto.] _New
+York, Printed in the year_ M, DCC, LXVIII. 8vo. pp. v., 58. P. t. Second
+edition, revised and corrected, with large additions, by the Author.
+_Philadelphia_, Francis Shallus, 1796. 12 mo. pp. iv., 94, p. 3801.
+[Sabin also notes that the Philadelphia Library copy is very rare, with
+MS Key to the characters, who were Philadelphians. Air No. iv is Yankee
+Doodle (1767).]
+
+[4] The Title-page runs as follows:
+
+The/Military Glory/of/Great-Britain,/an/Entertainment,/given by the late
+Candidates for/Bachelor's Degree,/At the close of the/Anniversary
+Commencement, held/in/Nassau-Hall/New-Jersey/September 29th,
+1762./Philadelphia:/Printed by William Bradford, M, DCC, LXII.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE FALL
+
+OF
+
+BRITISH TYRANNY
+
+OR,
+
+AMERICAN LIBERTY
+
+_TRIUMPHANT_.
+
+THE FIRST CAMPAIGN.
+
+A _TRAGI-COMEDY_ OF FIVE ACTS,
+
+AS LATELY PLANNED
+
+AT THE ROYAL THEATRUM PANDEMONIUM, AT ST. JAMES'S.
+
+THE PRINCIPAL PLACE OF ACTION IN AMERICA.
+
+
+PUBLISH'D. ACCORDING TO ACT OF PARLIAMENT.
+
+
+Quis furor ô cives! quĉ tanta licentia ferri?
+
+LUCAN. lib. 1. ver. 8.
+
+    _What blind, detested madness could afford
+    Such horrid license to the murd'ring sword?_
+
+ROWE.
+
+
+_PHILADELPHIA:_
+
+PRINTED BY STYNER AND CIST, IN SECOND-STREET, NEAR ARCH-STREET. M DCC
+LXXVI.
+
+
+FAC-SIMILE TITLE-PAGE OF THE FIRST EDITION]
+
+
+
+
+_THE DEDICATION_
+
+To Lord Boston, Lord Kidnapper, and the innumerable and never-ending
+  Clan of Macs and Donalds upon Donalds, and the Remnant of the
+  Gentlemen Officers, Actors, Merry Andrews, strolling Players,
+  Pirates, and Buccaneers in America.
+
+
+My Lords and Gentlemen:
+
+_Understanding you are vastly fond of plays and farces, and frequently
+exhibit them for your own amusement, and the laudable purpose of
+ridiculing your masters (the YANKEES, as you call 'em), it was expected
+you would have been polite enough to have favoured the world, or America
+at least (at whose expense you act them), with some of your play-bills,
+or with a sample of your composition._
+
+_I shall, however, not copy your churlishness, but dedicate the
+following Tragi-Comedy to your patronage, and for your future
+entertainment; and as the most of you have already acted your particular
+parts of it, both comic and tragic, in reality at Lexington,
+Bunker's-Hill, the Great-Bridge, &c., &c., &c., to the very great
+applause of yourselves, tho' not of the whole house, no doubt you will
+preserve the marks, or memory of it, as long as you live, as it is wrote
+in capital American characters and letters of blood on your posteriors:
+And however some Whigs may censure you for your affected mirth (as they
+term it, in the deplorable situation you are now in, like hogs in a pen,
+and in want of elbow room), yet I can by no means agree with them, but
+think it a proof of true heroism and philosophy, to endeavour to make
+the best of a bad bargain, and laugh at yourselves, to prevent others
+from laughing at you; and tho' you are deprived of the use of your
+teeth, it is no reason you should be bereaved of the use of your
+tongues, your eyes, your ears, and your risible faculties and powers.
+That would be cruel indeed! after the glorious and fatiguing campaign
+you have made, and the many signal victories obtained over whole herds
+of cattle and swine, routing flocks of sheep, lambs and geese, storming
+hen-roosts, and taking them prisoners, and thereby raising the glory of
+Old England to a pitch she never knew before. And ye Macs, and ye
+Donalds upon Donalds, go on, and may our gallows-hills and liberty poles
+be honour'd and adorn'd with some of your heads: Why should Tyburn and
+Temple-bar make a monopoly of so valuable a commodity?_
+
+_Wishing you abundance of entertainment in the re-acting this
+Tragi-Comedy, and of which I should be proud to take a part with you,
+tho' I have reason to think you would not of choice let me come within
+three hundred yards of your stage, lest I should rob you of your
+laurels, receive the clap of the whole house, and pass for a second
+Garrick among you, as you know I always act with applause, speak
+bold--point blank--off hand--and without prompter._
+
+_I am_, My Lords and Gentlemen Buffoons,
+
+    _Your always ready humble servant,_
+
+        DICK RIFLE.
+
+
+
+
+THE PREFACE
+
+
+Solomon said, "Oppression makes a wise man mad:" but what would he have
+said, had he lived in these days, and seen the oppression of the people
+of Boston, and the distressed situation of the inhabitants of
+Charlestown, Falmouth, Stonnington, Bristol, Norfolk, &c.? Would he not
+have said, "The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his
+mouth for thirst; the young children ask for bread, but no man breaketh
+it unto them?" "They that did feed delicately, perish in the streets;
+they that were brought up in scarlet, embrace the dung." What would he
+have said of rejected petitions, disregarded supplications, and
+contemned remonstrances? Would he not have said, "From hardness of
+heart, good Lord, deliver us?" What would he have said of a freeborn
+people butchered--their towns desolated, and become an heap of
+ashes--their inhabitants become beggars, wanderers and vagabonds--by the
+cruel orders of an unrelenting tyrant, wallowing in luxury, and wantonly
+wasting the people's wealth, to oppress them the more? Would he not have
+said, it was oppression and ingratitude in the highest degree, exceeding
+the oppression of the children of Israel? and, like Moses, have cried
+out, let the people go? Would he not have wondered at our patience and
+long-suffering, and have said, "'Tis time to change our master!--'Tis
+time to part!"--And had he been an American born, would he not have
+shewed his wisdom by adopting the language of independency? Happy then
+for America in these fluctuating times, she is not without her Solomons,
+who see the necessity of heark'ning to reason, and listening to the
+voice of COMMON SENSE.
+
+
+
+
+THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY
+
+
+    Hail! Patriots,[5] hail! by me inspired be!
+    Speak boldly, think and act for Liberty,
+    United sons, America's choice band,
+    Ye Patriots firm, ye sav'ours of the land.
+    Hail! Patriots, hail! rise with the rising sun,
+    Nor quit your labour, till the work is done.
+    Ye early risers in your country's cause,
+    Shine forth at noon, for Liberty and Laws.
+    Build a strong tow'r, whose fabric may endure
+    Firm as a rock, from tyranny secure.
+    Yet would you build my fabric to endure,
+    Be your hearts warm--but let your hands be pure.
+    Never to shine, yourselves, your country sell;
+    But think you nobly, while in place act well.
+    Let no self-server general trust betray,
+    No picque, no party, bar the public way.
+    Front an arm'd world, with union on your side:
+    No foe shall shake you--if no friends divide.
+    At night repose, and sweetly take your rest;
+    None sleeps so sound as those by conscience blest;
+    May martyr'd patriots whisper in your ear,
+    To tread the paths of virtue without fear;
+    May pleasing visions charm your patriot eyes;
+    While Freedom's sons shall hail you blest and wise,
+    Hail! my last hope, she cries, inspired by me,
+    Wish, talk, write, fight, and die--for LIBERTY.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[5] The Congress
+
+
+
+
+THE PROLOGUE
+
+_Spoken by_ Mr. Peter Buckstail.
+
+
+    Since 'tis the fashion, preface, prologue next,
+    Else what's a play?--like sermon without text!
+    Since 'tis the fashion then, I'll not oppose;
+    For what's a man if he's without a nose?
+    The curtain's up--the music's now begun,
+    What is 't?--Why murder, fire, and sword, and gun.
+    What scene?--Why blood!--What act?--Fight and be free!
+    Or be ye slaves--and give up liberty!
+    Blest Continent, while groaning nations round
+    Bend to the servile yoke, ignobly bound,
+    May ye be free--nor ever be opprest
+    By murd'ring tyrants, but a land of rest!
+    What say ye to 't? what says the audience?
+    Methinks I hear some whisper COMMON SENSE.
+    Hark! what say them Tories?--Silence--let 'em speak,
+    Poor fools! dumb--they hav'n't spoke a word this week,
+    Dumb let 'em be, at full end of their tethers,
+    'Twill save the expense of tar and of feathers:
+    Since old Pluto's lurch'd 'em, and swears he does not know
+    If more these Tory puppy curs will bark or no.
+    Now ring the bell--Come forth, ye actors, come,
+    The Tragedy's begun, beat, beat the drum,
+    Let's all advance, equipt like volunteers,
+    Oppose the foe, and banish all our fears.
+    We will be free--or bravely we will die, }
+    And leave to Tories tyrants' legacy,     }
+    And all our share of its dependency.     }
+
+
+
+
+DRAMATIS PERSONĈ
+
+
+LORD PARAMOUNT,      Mr. Bute.
+LORD MOCKLAW,        Mr. Mansfield.
+LORD HYPOCRITE,      Mr. Dartmouth.
+LORD POLTRON,        Mr. Sandwich.
+LORD CATSPAW,        Mr. North.
+LORD WISDOM,         Mr. Chatham.
+LORD RELIGION,       Bishop of St. Asaph.
+LORD JUSTICE,        Mr. Camden.
+LORD PATRIOT,        Mr. Wilkes.
+BOLD IRISHMAN,       Mr. Burke.
+JUDAS,               Mr. Hutchinson.
+CHARLEY,             Mr. Jenkinson.
+BRAZEN,              Mr. Wedderburne.
+COLONEL,             Mr. Barre.
+LORD BOSTON,         Mr. Gage.
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE,   Mr. Graves.
+ELBOW ROOM,[6]       Mr. Howe.
+MR. CAPER,           Mr. Burgoyne.
+LORD KIDNAPPER,      Mr. Dunmore.
+GENERAL WASHINGTON.
+GENERAL LEE.
+GENERAL PUTNAM.
+
+_Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Citizens, Negroes, &c., &c., &c._
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[6] It seems to be generally thought that the expression of "Elbow Room"
+is to be attributed to General Howe, and not to General Burgoyne.
+
+
+
+
+THE FALL
+
+OF
+
+BRITISH TYRANNY, &c.
+
+
+
+
+ACT I.
+
+
+SCENE I. _At St. James's._
+
+LORD PARAMOUNT [_solus, strutting about_].
+
+Many long years have rolled delightfully on, whilst I have been basking
+in the sunshine of grandeur and power, whilst I have imperceptibly (tho'
+not unsuspected) guided the chariot of state, and greased with the
+nation's gold the imperial wheels.
+
+'Tis I that move the mighty engine of royalty, and with the tincture of
+my somniferous opiate or (in the language of a courtier) by the virtue
+of my secret influence, I have lulled the axletree to sleep, and brought
+on a pleasing insensibility.
+
+Let their champion, Lord Wisdom, groan, he is now become feeble and
+impotent, a mere cripple in politics; their Lord Patriot's squint has
+lost its basilisk effect: and the bold Irishman may bellow the _Keenew_
+till he's hoarse, he's no more when compar'd to me than an Irish salmon
+to a Scotch herring: I care not a bawbee for them all. I'll reign in
+Britain, I'll be king of their counsels, and chief among the princes.
+
+Oh! ambition, thou darling of my soul! stop not till I rise superior to
+all superlative, till I mount triumphantly the pinnacle of glory, or at
+least open the way for one of my own family and name to enter without
+opposition.
+
+The work is now cut out, and must be finish'd, I have ventur'd too far
+to recede, my honour's at stake, my importance, nay my life, depends
+upon it!
+
+Last night's three hours' closeting has effectually done the business;
+then I spoke my mind in such terms as to make a lasting impression,
+never to be eradicated--all--all was given up to me, and now since I
+hold the reins of government, since I am possessed of supreme power,
+every thing shall be subservient to my royal will and pleasure.
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+_Enter MOCKLAW._
+
+MOCKLAW. I am your Lordship's most obedient humble servant.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Be seated,--I sent for you to have a small conference with
+you--and to let you know, your advice respecting certain points of law,
+I have found succeeded to admiration; even beyond my most sanguine
+expectations.
+
+MOCKLAW. I am heartily glad of it, altho' the advice I gave your
+Lordship, I cannot say, was law; yet, your Lordship can easily pass it
+as such by a royal proclamation: and should it ever be disputed, I have
+quirks and quibbles enough at your service, with Mr. Brazen and Mr.
+Attorney-General's assistance, to render it so doubtful, obscure and
+ambiguous, as to puzzle Lord Justice, perplex Dunning, and confound
+Glynn.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Can you show me an instance of a royal proclamation passing
+for a law? or advise me how to make it such, if you can, I shall make it
+well worth your study.
+
+MOCKLAW. My Lord, as you have now got a parliament exactly to your mind,
+ev'ry thing you propose will be granted; but in order that you may see
+precedents are not wanting--there is a statute in the reign of Henry the
+8th that expressly shews the then parliament passed a law that the
+king's proclamation should be the law of the land--
+
+PARAMOUNT. Are you sure of that?
+
+MOCKLAW. My Lord, here it is--this is real law: _Luce meridiana
+clariora_. When we find any thing of this kind, ready made to our hands,
+it's a treasure we should never part with.
+
+                                                   [_PARAMOUNT reads._
+
+PARAMOUNT. I see it plain! this, this alone is worth a ton of
+gold.--Now, by St. Andrew! I'll strike a stroke that shall surprise all
+Europe, and make the boldest of the adverse party turn pale and
+tremble--Scotch politics, Scotch intrigues, Scotch influence, and Scotch
+impudence (as they have termed it), they shall see ere long shine with
+unheard of splendour, and the name of Lord Paramount the mighty, shall
+blaze in the annals of the world with far greater lustre (as a
+consummate politician) than the name of Alexander the Great, as an hero!
+
+MOCKLAW. That day I much wish for,--but, with your Lordship's
+permission, I would just mention, that secrecy and dissimulation are the
+soul of enterprise; your Lordship hath many enemies, who watch ev'ry
+movement of state with a jealous and wary eye.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I know it, but the futile attempts of my timid adversaries
+have hitherto proved abortive--so far I have borne down all opposition,
+and those (even some of the greatest of them) who not long since were my
+most open, as well as secret enemies, I now behold with the most
+princely pleasure, the earliest to attend, to congratulate me on my
+birthday, tho' uninvited, bow down, and make the most submissive
+congees. Have you not seen this, Mocklaw? and how I keep them in
+expectation of something, by now and then bestowing part of a gracious
+smile amongst a dozen of them?
+
+MOCKLAW. I have, my Lord, and no doubt they interpret that as a
+favourable omen;--however, policy, my Lord, would dictate that to you,
+if there were no other consideration.
+
+PARAMOUNT. True, and yet they are cursedly mistaken--and now, Mocklaw,
+as I have ever found you to be well dispos'd towards me, and the cause I
+espouse, and as I trust you continue satisfy'd with my former bounty,
+and my promise now of granting you a pension for life, with liberty to
+retire, I shall make you my confident, and disclose to you a secret no
+man except myself yet knows, which I expect you have so much honour to
+let it remain a secret to all the world (I mean as to the main point I
+have in view).
+
+MOCKLAW. Depend upon it, my Lord, I am sincerely devoted to your
+Lordship, command me, I care not what it is, I'll screw, twist and
+strain the law as tight as a drumhead, to serve you.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I shall at this time but just give you a hint of the plan
+I've drawn up in my own mind. You must have perceived in me a secret
+hankering for majesty for some time past, notwithstanding my age;--but
+as I have considered the great dislike the nation in general have, as to
+my person, I'll wave my own pretensions, and bend my power and assiduity
+to it in favour of one, the nearest a kin to me, you know who I mean,
+and a particular friend of yours, provided I continue to be dictator,
+as at present; and further, I intend America shall submit. What think
+you of it so far?
+
+MOCKLAW. A day I've long wish'd to see! but you stagger me, my Lord, not
+as to my honour, secrecy, or resolution to serve you, but as to the
+accomplishment of such grand designs.
+
+PARAMOUNT. 'Tis true, I have undertaken a mighty task, a task that would
+have perplexed the Council of Nice, and stagger'd even Julius
+Cĉsar--but--
+
+MOCKLAW. You have need, my Lord, of all your wisdom, fortitude and
+power, when you consider with whom you have to contend--Let me see--Lord
+Wisdom--Lord Religion--Lord Justice--Lord Patriot--the bold Irishman,
+&c., &c., &c., and the wisdom of the United Colonies of America in
+Congress to cope with; as individuals they are trifling, but in league
+combined may become potent enemies.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Granted--But are you so little of a lawyer as not to know the
+virtue of a certain specific I'm possess'd of, that will accomplish any
+thing, even to performing miracles? Don't you know there's such sweet
+music in the shaking of the treasury keys, that they will instantly lock
+the most babbling patriot's tongue? transform a Tory into a Whig, and a
+Whig into a Tory? make a superannuated old miser dance, and an old Cynic
+philosopher smile. How many thousand times has your tongue danc'd at
+Westminster Hall to the sound of such music?
+
+MOCKLAW. Enchanting sounds, powerful magic, there's no withstanding the
+charms of such music, their potency and influence are irresistible--that
+is a point of law I can by no means give up, of more force than all the
+acts of parliament since the days of King Alfred.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I'm glad you acknowledge that--Now then for a line of
+politics--I propose to begin first by taxing America, as a blind--that
+will create an eternal animosity between us, and by sending over
+continually ships and troops, this will, of course, produce a civil
+war--weaken Britain by leaving her coasts defenseless, and impoverish
+America; so that we need not fear any thing from that quarter. Then the
+united fleets of France and Spain with troops to appear in the channel,
+and make a descent, while my kinsman with thirty thousand men lands in
+Scotland, marches to London, and joins the others: What then can prevent
+the scheme from having the wish'd for effect? This is the main point,
+which keep to yourself.
+
+MOCKLAW. If it has failed heretofore, 'tis impossible it should fail
+now; nothing within the reach of human wisdom was ever planned so
+judiciously; had Solomon been alive, and a politician, I would have
+sworn your Lordship had consulted him.--But I would beg leave to hint to
+your Lordship the opposition to be apprehended from the militia of
+England, and the German forces that may be sent for according to treaty.
+
+PARAMOUNT. As to the militia, they are half of them my friends, witness
+Lancaster, Manchester, Liverpool, &c., &c., &c., the other half scarce
+ever fired a gun in their lives, especially those of London; and I shall
+take care by shaking the keys a little to have such officers appointed
+over them, who are well known to be in my interest. As to the German
+forces, I have nothing to apprehend from them; the parliament can soon
+pass an act against the introduction of foreign troops, except the
+French or Spaniards, who can't be called foreign, they are our friends
+and nearest neighbours. Have you any thing further to object against the
+probability of this plan?
+
+MOCKLAW. Nothing, my Lord, but the people of Ireland, who must be
+cajoled or humbugg'd.
+
+PARAMOUNT. As to that, let me alone, I shall grant the Roman Catholics,
+who are by far the most numerous, the free exercise of their religion,
+with the liberty of bearing arms, so long unjustly deprived of, and
+disarm in due time all the Protestants in their turn.
+
+MOCKLAW. That will be a noble stroke, the more I consider it, the more
+I'm surpris'd at your Lordship's profound wisdom and foresight: I think
+success is certain.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Then this is the favourable crisis to attempt it; 'tis not
+the thought of a day, a month, or a year. Have you any more objections?
+
+MOCKLAW. I have one more, my Lord--
+
+PARAMOUNT. Well, pray let's hear it; these lawyers will be heard.
+
+MOCKLAW. The Bishops and Clergy are a powerful, numerous body; it would
+be necessary, my Lord, to gain them over, or keep them silent--A
+religious war is the worst of wars.
+
+PARAMOUNT. You are very right, I have 'em fast enough--Mammon will work
+powerfully on them--The keys--the keys--His Grace my Lord of Suffolk is
+managing this business for me, and feeding them with the hopes of being
+all created Archbishops here, and each to have a diocese, and Bishops
+of their own appointment in America; not a city or town there but must
+be provided with a Bishop: There let religion erect her holy altars, by
+which means their revenues will be augmented beyond that of a Cardinal.
+All this we must make 'em believe.
+
+MOCKLAW. True, my Lord, what is a Bishop without faith? This is the
+grandest stroke of religious circumvention that ever was struck.--I've
+done, my Lord.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Very well, you'll not fail to meet the privy council here
+this evening; in the mean time you'll go and search the statutes for
+other precedents to strengthen the cause; and remember I have enjoin'd
+you to secrecy.
+
+MOCKLAW. Depend upon it, my Lord, I cannot prove ungrateful to your
+Lordship, nor such an enemy to myself.
+
+                                                      [_Exit MOCKLAW._
+
+
+SCENE III. LORD PARAMOUNT [_solus_].
+
+This Mocklaw is a cursed knowing dog, and I believe the father of
+Brazen; how readily he found an old act of parliament to my purpose, as
+soon as I told him I would make it worth his study; and the thoughts of
+a pension will make him search his old worm-eaten statute books from the
+reign of King Arthur down to this present time; how he raises objections
+too to make me think his mind is ever bent on study to serve me. The
+shaking of the treasury keys is a fine bait. [_Rings the bell._]
+Charters, magna chartas, bill of rights, acts of assembly, resolves of
+congresses, trials by juries (and acts of parliament too) when they make
+against us, must all be annihilated; a suspending power I approve of,
+and of royal proclamations.
+
+                                                     [_Enter CHARLEY._
+
+CHARLEY. I wait your Lordship's orders.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Write a number of cards, and see that the Lords of the privy
+council, and Mr. Judas, be summoned to give their attendance this
+evening at six o'clock, at my Pandemonium.
+
+CHARLEY. I'm gone, my Lord.
+
+                                                      [_Exit CHARLEY._
+
+PARAMOUNT [_solus_].
+
+How do we shew our authority? how do we maintain the royal prerogative?
+keep in awe the knowing ones of the opposite party, and blind the eyes
+of the ignorant multitude in Britain? Why, by spirited measures, by an
+accumulation of power, of deception, and the shaking of the keys, we
+may hope to succeed, should that fail, I'll enforce them with the
+pointed bayonet; the Americans from one end to the other shall submit,
+in spite of all opposition; I'll listen to no overtures of
+reconciliation from any petty self-constituted congress, they shall
+submit implicitly to such terms as I of my royal indulgence please to
+grant. I'll shew them the impudence and weakness of their resolves, and
+the strength of mine; I will never soften; my inflexibility shall stand
+firm, and convince them the second Pharaoh is at least equal to the
+first. I am unalterably determined at every hazard and at the risk of
+every consequence to compel the colonies to absolute submission. I'll
+draw in treasure from every quarter, and, Solomon-like, wallow in
+riches; and Scotland, my dear Scotland, shall be the paradise of the
+world. Rejoice in the name of Paramount, and the sound of a bawbee shall
+be no more heard in the land of my nativity.--
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+_Enter CHARLEY in haste._
+
+CHARLEY. My Lord, the notices are all served.
+
+PARAMOUNT. It's very well, Charley.
+
+CHARLEY. My Lord, be pleased to turn your eyes, and look out of the
+window, and see the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, Common Council and Liverymen
+going to St. James's with the address.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Where? Sure enough--Curse their impudence; how that squinting
+scoundrel swells with importance--Mind, Charley, how fond he is of
+bowing to the gaping multitude, and ev'ry upstart he sees at a window--I
+hope he'll not turn his blear eyes t'wards me--I want none of his bows,
+not I--Stand before me, Charley--
+
+CHARLEY. I will, my Lord, and if he looks this way, I'll give him such a
+devilish grin as best suits such fellows as him, and make him remember
+it as long as he lives.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Do so, Charley; I hate the dog mortally, I religiously hate
+him, and hope ere long to have satisfaction for his insolence and the
+freedoms he has taken with me and my connections: I shall never forget
+the many scandalous verses, lampoons and pasquinades he made upon us.
+
+CHARLEY. Indeed, he has used your Lordship too ill ever to be forgotten
+or forgiven.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Damn him, I never intend to do either--See again how he
+bows--there again--how the mob throw up their hats, split their throats;
+how they huzza too; they make a mere god of the fellow; how they idolize
+him--Ignorant brutes!
+
+CHARLEY. A scoundrel; he has climb'd up the stilts of preferment
+strangely, my Lord.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Strangely, indeed; but it's our own faults.
+
+CHARLEY. He has had better luck than honester folks; I'm surpris'd to
+think he has ever rose to the honour of presenting a remonstrance, or
+rather, that he could ever have the impudence to think of remonstrating.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Aye, Charley, you see how unaccountably things turn out; his
+audacity is unparalleled--a Newgate dog.
+
+CHARLEY. My Lord, I believe the fellow was never known to blush; and,
+indeed, it's an observation I made some time ago, and I believe a just
+one, without an exception, that those who squint never blush.
+
+PARAMOUNT. You must be mistaken, Charley.
+
+CHARLEY. No, my Lord, it's a fact, I had an uncle squinted exactly like
+him, who was guilty of many scandalous things, and yet all the parish,
+with the parson at their head, could not make him blush, so that at last
+he became a by-word--Here comes old shame-the-devil; this dog is the
+very spawn of him.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Hoot, mon, ye give your uncle a shocking character.
+
+CHARLEY. I only mention it, my Lord, for the similarity's sake.
+
+PARAMOUNT. For the spawn of him, and the similarity's sake, I'm apt to
+think you've been abusing your own cousin all this while.
+
+CHARLEY. God forbid, my Lord, I should be any how allied to him.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I fancy, Charley, if the truth was known, your uncle did not
+mention you in his will, and forgot to leave you the mansion-house and
+farm at Gallows-hill. Am I right, Charley?
+
+CHARLEY. You're right, my Lord, upon my honour--but--
+
+PARAMOUNT. I thought so--Well, never mind--Ha, ha, ha, who are those two
+fat fellows there, that go in such state?
+
+CHARLEY. I suppose them to be a couple of Livery Tallow-chandlers, my
+Lord, by their big bellies.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Ha, ha,--what work the guards would make amongst them--but
+they must not be called yet.--And who are those other two behind 'em?
+
+CHARLEY. This is Mr. Hone, and the other Mr. Strap, a couple of the
+Corporation Barbers, forsooth.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Ha, ha, ha, I thought they had been a couple of Dukes;--and
+that one--who is he with the monstrous wig?
+
+CHARLEY. That is Mr. Alderman Pipeshank, in Newgate-street.
+
+PARAMOUNT. A parcel of Newgate dogs altogether--Well it is a good deal
+of satisfaction to me to think how this fellow will be received at St.
+James's; he'll not return back so pleas'd as he seems to be now, I
+warrant you--I have taken care he shall meet with a d----d cold
+reception there; he will have to make his appearance before Lord
+Frostyface, Lord Scarecrow, Lord Sneerwell, Lord Firebrand, Lord
+Mawmouth, Lord Waggonjaws, Lord Gripe, Lord Brass, Lord Surly and Lord
+Tribulation, as hard-fac'd fellows as himself; and the beauty of it is,
+not one of them loves him a whit more than I do.
+
+CHARLEY. That will be rare diversion for them that are present; he'll
+look then, my Lord, like Sampson making sport for the Philistines.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Aye, but I wish he was as blind too, as Sampson was.--Well
+Charley, we have been dispos'd to be a little merry with this ridiculous
+parade, this high life below stairs. I wish you had begun your
+description a little sooner, before they were all gone; the looks of
+these wiseacres afford us some mirth, tho' we despise them and their
+politics, and it's not unlikely it may end in blood--Be it so, I'm
+prepar'd for the worst.
+
+CHARLEY. Rather so, my Lord, than submit to such rascals.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I'll give up my life first for a sacrifice.
+
+                                                      [_Exit CHARLEY._
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+_Enter MOCKLAW, POLTRON, HYPOCRITE, CATSPAW, BRAZEN, JUDAS._ [_All
+seated._]
+
+PARAMOUNT. My Lords and Gentlemen, it seems opposition to our measures
+are making hasty strides; the discontented faction, the supporters and
+encouragers of rebellion, and whole hearts are tainted therewith, seem
+bent, if possible, on the destruction of Britain, and their own
+aggrandisement. Are not the daily papers filled with treasonable
+resolves of American congresses and committees, extracts of letters,
+and other infamous pieces and scurrilous pamphlets, circulating with
+unusual industry throughout the kingdom, by the enemies of Britain,
+thereby poisoning the minds of our liege subjects with their detestable
+tenets?--And did you not this day see the procession, and that vile
+miscreant Lord Patriot at their head, going to St. James's with their
+remonstrance, in such state and parade as manifestly tended to provoke,
+challenge and defy majesty itself, and the powers of government? and yet
+nothing done to stop their pernicious effects.--Surely, my Lords and
+Gentlemen, you must agree with me, that it is now become highly
+expedient that an immediate stop should be put to such unwarrantable and
+dangerous proceedings, by the most vigorous and coercive measures.
+
+MOCKLAW. I entirely agree with your Lordship, and was ever firmly of
+opinion, that licentiousness of every kind (particularly that of the
+Press) is dangerous to the state; the rabble should be kept in awe by
+examples of severity, and a proper respect should be enforced to
+superiors. I have sufficiently shewn my dislike to the freedom of the
+Press, by the examples I have frequently made (tho' too favourable) of
+several Printers, and others, who had greatly trespassed, and if they
+still persist, other measures should be taken with them, which the laws
+will point out; and as to Lord Patriot, he's a fellow that has been
+outlaw'd, scandal-proof, little to be got by meddling with him; I would
+advise to let him alone for the present, and humble America first.
+
+MR. BRAZEN. I am very clear in it, please your Lordship; there are
+numbers of men in this country who are ever studying how to perplex and
+entangle the state, constantly thwarting government, in ev'ry laudable
+undertaking; this clamorous faction must be curbed, must be subdued and
+crush'd--our thunder must go forth, America must be conquered. I am for
+blood and fire to crush the rising glories of America--They boast of her
+strength; she must be conquered, if half of Germany is called to our
+assistance.
+
+MR. POLTRON. I entirely agree with you, Mr. Brazen; my advice is, that
+Lord Boston and Admiral Tombstone be immediately despatch'd to Boston,
+with two or three regiments (tho' one would be more than sufficient) and
+a few ships to shut up their ports, disannul their charter, stop their
+trade, and the pusillanimous beggars, those scoundrel rascals, whose
+predominant passion is fear, would immediately give up, on the first
+landing of the regulars, and fly before 'em like a hare before the
+hounds; that this would be the case, I pawn my honour to your Lordships,
+nay, I'll sacrifice my life: My Lords, I have moreover the testimony of
+General Amherst and Colonel Grant to back my assertion; besides, here's
+Mr. Judas, let him speak.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. If this is the same Colonel Grant that was at Fort
+Duquesne, the same that ran away from the French and Indians, the same
+that was rescued by Colonel Washington, I have no idea of his honour or
+testimony.
+
+LORD POLTRON. He's a Gentleman, my Lord Hypocrite, of undoubted
+veracity.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. You might as well have said courage too, I have
+exceptions against both; and as to General Amherst's assertion that he
+could drive all America with five thousand men, he must have been
+joking, as he is quite of a diff'rent opinion now.
+
+LORD CATSPAW. What is your opinion of your countrymen, Mr. Judas, with
+respect to their courage?
+
+JUDAS. The same that I have ever told you, my Lord; as to true courage
+they have none, I know 'em well--they have a plenty of a kind of
+enthusiastic zeal, which they substitute in the room of it; I am very
+certain they would never face the regulars, tho' with the advantage of
+ten to one.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. All this, and a great deal more, would never convince me
+of the general cowardice of the Americans--but of the cowardice of Grant
+I've been long convinced, by numbers of letters formerly from
+America--I'm for doing the business effectually; don't let us be too
+sanguine, trust to stories told by every sycophant, and hurry heels over
+head to be laugh'd at; the Americans are bold, stubborn, and sour; it
+will require foreign assistance to subdue 'em.
+
+LORD CATSPAW. These four Americans, ignorant brutes, unbroke and wild,
+must be tamed; they'll soon be humble if punish'd; but if disregarded,
+grow fierce.--Barbarous nations must be held by fear, rein'd and spurr'd
+hard, chain'd to the oar, and bow'd to due control, till they look grim
+with blood; let's first humble America, and bring them under our feet;
+the olive-branch has been held out, and they have rejected it; it now
+becomes us to use the iron rod to break their disobedience; and should
+we lack it, foreign assistance is at hand.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. All this I grant, but I'm for sending a force sufficient
+to crush 'em at once, and not with too much precipitation; I am first
+for giving it a colour of impartiality, forbearance and religion.--Lay
+it before parliament; we have then law on our side, and endeavour to
+gain over some or all of the Methodist Teachers, and in particular my
+very good friend Mr. Wesley, their Bishop, and the worthy Mr. Clapum,
+which task I would undertake; it will then have the sanction of
+religion, make it less suspected, and give it a better grace.
+
+LORD CATSPAW. I should choose it to be done by consent of parliament; we
+stand then on firmer ground; there's no doubt they'll grant ev'ry thing
+your Lordship proposes upon my motion: but to tell the truth, I'd rather
+be in Purgatory so long, than to run the gauntlet of the Bold Irishman's
+tongue.
+
+MOCKLAW. Aye, aye, don't part with the law while it's in our favour, or
+we can have it by asking for--and as to the Bold Irishman, don't be
+brow-beaten, you must summon all your brass, and put on a rugged
+highwayman's face like his; I expect some work of that kind too, but the
+devil himself sha'n't browbeat me.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I am glad to find, my Lords and Gentlemen, you all see the
+necessity of sending over troops and ships; I intend my Lord Catspaw
+shall lay it before parliament, and am very certain they'll pass any
+acts I can desire. I thank you, Lord Hypocrite, for your kind offer, and
+accept of it; my Lord of Suffolk is negotiating the same business with
+the rest of my Lords the Bishops, and will succeed; so that it will
+carry the appearance of law, of religion, and will be sufficiently
+grac'd; I'll warrant you no one shall have cause to complain of its
+wanting grace. And now, my Lords and Gentlemen, as it's so late, and we
+have gone through all the business at this time proposed, you are at
+your liberty to withdraw.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+PARAMOUNT [_solus_].
+
+The fate of England and America is now fixed, irrevocably fixed; the
+storm is ready to burst; the low'ring clouds portend their fate my
+glory, their fall my triumph--But I must haste to be gone, the
+ceremonies await my presence; deeds of darkness must be done by night,
+and, like the silent mole's work, under ground:
+
+    _Now rushing forth in sober twilight gray,
+    Like prowling wolf, who ranges for his prey._
+
+                                                              [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+ACT II.
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+LORD WISDOM, LORD RELIGION, LORD JUSTICE.
+
+LORD WISDOM.
+
+I much lament, my Lords, the present unhappy situation of my country;
+where e'er I turn mine eyes, to Europe, Asia, Africa, or America, the
+prospect appears the same--Look up to the throne, and behold your king,
+if I may now call him by that soft title--Where is the wisdom, the
+justice, the religion, that once adorn'd that throne, and shed the
+benign influence of their bright rays thro' the four quarters of the
+globe? Alas! they're flown!
+
+Mark his forlorn looks--his countenance dejected, a sullen greatness
+fixed on his brow, as if it veil'd in blood some awful purpose, his eyes
+flaming and sanguinary; how I bewail you, for your predecessor's sake!
+Long, long have I been an old, and I trust a faithful, servant in the
+family--Can I then restrain one tear? No, 'tis impossible! View that
+arch-dragon, that old fiend, Paramount, that rebel in grain, whispering
+in his ear. View his wretched ministers hovering round him, to
+accomplish their accursed purpose, and accelerate his destruction. View
+the whole herd of administration (I know 'em well) and tell me if the
+world can furnish a viler set of miscreants? View both houses of
+parliament, and count the number of Tyrants, Jacobites, Tories,
+Placemen, Pensioners, Sycophants, and Panders. View the constitution, is
+she not disrob'd and dismantled? is she not become like a virgin
+deflower'd? View our fleets and armies commanded by bloody, murdering
+butchers! View Britain herself as a sheep without a shepherd! And lastly
+view America, for her virtue bleeding and for her liberty weltering in
+her blood!
+
+LORD RELIGION. Such hath, and ever will be the fate of kings, who only
+listen to the voice of pleasure, thrown in their way by the sirens of
+administration, which never fail to swallow them up like quicksand--like
+a serpent, who charms and fascinates, bewitches and enchants with his
+eye the unwary bird; witness the fatal catastrophe of Rehoboam, who
+rejected the counsel of the wise and experienced, and gave up all to the
+advice and guidance of young, unskilful and wicked counsellors. Had he
+listen'd to you, my Lord, had he followed your advice, all, all would
+have gone well--Under your auspicious administration Britain
+flourished, but ever since has been on the decline and patriotism, like
+religion, scarcely now more than a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
+
+LORD WISDOM. My counsel has been rejected--my conciliatory plan thrown
+under the table, and treated with contempt; the experience of gray hairs
+called the superannuated notions of old age--my bodily infirmities--my
+tottering frame--my crazy carcase, worn out in the service of my
+country, and even my very crutches, have been made the subject of their
+ridicule.
+
+LORD JUSTICE. Gratitude, like religion and patriotism, are about taking
+their flight, and the law of the land stands on tip-toe; the
+constitution, that admirable fabric, that work of ages, the envy of the
+world, is deflower'd indeed, and made to commit a rape upon her own body,
+by the avaricious frowns of her own father, who is bound to protect her,
+not to destroy.--Her pillars are thrown down, her capitals broke, her
+pedestals demolish'd, and her foundation nearly destroy'd.--Lord
+Paramount and his wretched adviser Mocklaw baffle all our efforts.--The
+statutes of the land superseded by royal proclamations and dispensing
+powers, &c., &c., the bloody knife to be held to the throats of the
+Americans, and force them to submit to slav'ry.--Administration have
+commenced bloody tyrants, and those that should protect the subject are
+become their executioners; yet will I dispute with them inch by inch,
+while there's a statute book left in the land. Come forth, thou grand
+deceiver! I challenge thee to come forth!
+
+LORD WISDOM. Our friends must bestir themselves once more, perhaps we
+may yet turn the scale.--If the voice of religion, wisdom and justice
+should fail, let us sound the trumpet of liberty and patriotism, that
+will conquer them in America, I know; let us try to storm them here with
+the united whole, and if by a base majority they still carry their
+point, we can nevertheless wash our hands and be clean.
+
+LORD RELIGION. From the pulpit, in the house of God, have I spoken
+aloud, I have lifted up my voice like a trumpet. O Britain, how art thou
+fallen! Hear now, O house of Britain, is it a small thing for you to
+weary man, but will you weary your God also? In the house of Lords have
+I borne my testimony: Hear now, O ye Princes, and I will yet declare in
+Britain, and shew forth in America, I will not cease till I bring about
+(if possible) unity, peace and concord.
+
+LORD WISDOM. Much to be wished for; but alas! I fear it's now too late;
+I foresee the tendency and consequence of those diabolical measures that
+have been pursued with unrelenting fury. Britain will ruin her trade,
+waste her wealth, her strength, her credit and her importance in the
+scale of Europe. When a British king proves ungrateful and haughty, and
+strives to be independent of his people (who are his sole support), the
+people will in their turn likewise strive to be independent of him and
+his myrmidons, and will be free; they will erect the anfractuous
+standard of independency, and thousands and tens of thousands will flock
+to it, and solace themselves under its shade.--They has often been told
+of this, but affected to despise it; they know not America's strength,
+they are ignorant of it; fed by the flatt'ry of every sycophant tale,
+imagine themselves almighty, and able to subdue the whole world. America
+will be lost to Britain forever, and will prove her downfall. America is
+wise, and will shake off the galling yoke before it be rivetted on them;
+they will be drove to it, and who can blame them? Who can blame a
+galley-slave for making his escape?--Britain will miscarry in her vile
+projects, her knight errant, her Don Quixote schemes in America: America
+will resist; they are not easily to be subdued (nay, 'tis impossible);
+Britain will find it a harder task than to conquer France and Spain
+united, and will cost 'em more blood and treasure than a twice Seven
+Years' War with those European powers; they will stand out till Britons
+are tired. Britain will invite her with kind promises and open arms;
+America will reject them; America will triumph, rejoice and flourish,
+and become the glory of the earth; Britain will languidly hold down her
+head, and become first a prey to a vile Pretender, and then be subject
+to the ravagers of Europe. I love the Americans, because they love
+liberty. Liberty flourishes in the wilds of America. I honour the plant,
+I revere the tree, and would cherish its branches. Let us, my friends,
+join hands with them, follow their example, and endeavour to support
+expiring liberty in Britain; whilst I have a tongue to speak, I will
+support her wherever found; while I have crutches to crawl with, I will
+try to find her out, and with the voice of an archangel will demand for
+a sacrifice to the nation those miscreants who have wickedly and
+wantonly been the ruin of their country. O Liberty! O my Country!
+
+LORD RELIGION. O Religion! O Virtue! whither art thou fleeing? O thou
+Defender of the Faith? O ye mighty Lords and Commons! O ye deluded
+Bishops, ye learned props of our unerring church, who preach up
+vengeance, force and fire, instead of peace! be wise in time, lest the
+Americans be driven to work out their own salvation without fear or
+trembling.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+LORD PATRIOT, BOLD IRISHMAN, COLONEL.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN.
+
+That Brazen Lawyer,[7] that Lord Chancellor, that wou'd be, held forth
+surprisingly last night, he beat the drum in your ears, brother soldier.
+
+COLONEL. I think he did; he beat a Tatoo for us all.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. No politicians, but lawyer politicians, it seems will go
+down; if we believe him, we must all turn lawyers now, and prate away
+the liberties of the nation.
+
+COLONEL. Aye, first we must learn to rail at the clamourous faction,
+disappointed politicians--ever restless--ever plotting--constantly
+thwarting government, in laudable and blameable purposes.--Inconsiderable
+party--inconsistent in their own politics--hostile to all government,
+soured by disappointment, and urged by want--proceeding to unjustifiable
+lengths--and then sound the magnanimity of a British senate, animated by
+the sacred fire caught from a high-spirited people--
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. And the devil knows what beside--Magnanimity and sacred
+fire, indeed!--Very magnanimous sounds, but pompous nothings! Why did he
+not tell us where was the magnanimity of the British senate at the time
+of the dispute about Falkland's Island? What sort of fire animated them
+then?--Where was the high spirit of the people?--Strange sort of fire,
+and strange sort of spirit, to give up to our inveterate enemies, the
+Spaniards, our property unasked for, and cut our best friends and
+brethren, the Americans' throats, for defending theirs against lawless
+tyranny; their sacred fire became then all fume, and the strength of
+their boasted spirits evaporated into invisible effluvium; the giant
+then sunk sure enough spontaneously into a dwarf; and now, it seems, the
+dwarf having been feeding upon smoky fire and evaporated spirits, is
+endeavouring to swell himself into a giant again, like the frog in the
+fable, till he bursts himself in silent thunder--But let the mighty
+Philistine, the Goliath Paramount, and his oracle Mocklaw, with their
+thunder bellowed from the brazen mortar-piece of a turn-coat lawyer,
+have a care of the little American David!
+
+LORD PATRIOT. Aye, indeed! America will prove a second Sampson to 'em;
+they may put out his eyes for a while, but he'll pull their house down
+about their ears for all that. Mr. Brazen seem'd surpris'd at the
+thought of relinquishing America, and bawl'd out with the vociferation
+of an old miser that had been robb'd--Relinquish America! relinquish
+America! forbid it heavens! But let him and his masters take great care,
+or America will save 'em the trouble, and relinquish Britain.
+
+COLONEL. Or I'm much mistaken, Brazen says, establish first your
+superiority, and then talk of negotiating.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. That doctrine suits 'em best; just like a cowardly
+pickpocket, or a bloody highwayman, knock a man down first, and then
+tell him stand and deliver.
+
+COLONEL. A just comparison, and excellent simile, by my soul! But I'm
+surpris'd he did not include the Clergy among the number of professions
+unfit (as he said) to be politicians.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. Did you ever know a lawyer to be concerned with religion,
+unless he got a fee by it? he'll take care and steer clear of that; if
+it don't come in his way, he'll never break his neck over a church
+bible, I warrant you--Mammon is his god--Judge Jeffereys is his
+priest--Star-chamber doctrine is his creed--fire, flames and faggot,
+blood, murder, halters and thund'ring cannon are the ceremonies of his
+church--and lies, misrepresentations, deceit, hypocrisy and
+dissimulation are the articles of his religion.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. You make him a monster, indeed.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. Not half so bad as he is, my Lord; he's following close
+to the heels of that profound sage, that oracle, Mocklaw, his tutor: I
+can compare the whole herd of them to nothing else but to the swine we
+read of running headlong down the hill, Paramount their devil, Mocklaw
+the evil spirit, and Brazen their driver.
+
+COLONEL. And thus they'll drive liberty from out the land; but when a
+brave people, like the Americans, from their infancy us'd to liberty
+(not as a gift, but who inherit it as a birth-right, but not as a mess
+of pottage, to be bought by, or sold to, ev'ry hungry glutton of a
+minister) find attempts made to reduce them to slavery, they generally
+take some desperate successful measure for their deliverance. I should
+not be at all surpris'd to hear of independency proclaim'd throughout
+their land, of Britain's armies beat, their fleets burnt, sunk, or
+otherwise destroy'd. The same principle which Mr. Brazen speaks of, that
+inspires British soldiers to fight, namely the ferment of youthful
+blood, the high spirit of the people, a love of glory, and a sense of
+national honour, will inspire the Americans to withstand them; to which
+I may add, liberty and property.--But what is national honour? Why,
+national pride.--What is national glory? Why, national nonsense, when
+put in competition with liberty and property.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. Of Britain I fear liberty has taken its farewell, the
+aspiring wings of tyranny hath long hovered over, and the over-shadowing
+influence of bribery hath eclips'd its rays and dark'ned its lustre; the
+huge Paramount, that temporal deity, that golden calf, finds servile
+wretches enough so base as to bow down, worship and adore his gilded
+horns;--let 'em e'en if they will:--But as for me, tho' I should stand
+alone, I would spurn the brute, were he forty-five[8] times greater than
+he is; I'll administer, ere long, such an emetic to him, as shall make
+the monster disgorge the forty millions yet unaccounted for, and never
+shall it be said, that Patriot ever feared or truckled to him, or kept a
+silent tongue when it should speak.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. There I'll shake hands with you, and my tongue shall echo
+in their ears, make their arched ceiling speak, the treasury bench
+crack, and the great chair of their great speaker tremble, and never
+will I cease lashing them, while lashing is good, or hope remains; and
+when the voice of poor liberty can no longer be heard in Britain or
+Hibernia, let's give Caledonia a kick with our heels, and away with the
+goddess to the American shore, crown her, and defy the grim king of
+tyranny, at his peril, to set his foot there.--Here let him stay, and
+wallow in sackcloth and ashes, like a beast as he is, and,
+Nebuchadnezzar-like, eat grass and thistles.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+    _See Paramount, upon his awful throne,
+    Striving to make each freeman's purse his own!
+    While Lords and Commons most as one agree,
+    To grace his head with crown of tyranny.
+    They spurn the laws,--force constitution locks,
+    To seize each subject's coffer, chest and box;
+    Send justice packing, as tho' too pure unmix'd,
+    And hug the tyrant, as if by law he's fix'd._
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[7] See Wedderburne's Speech.
+
+[8] Alluding to North-Briton, Number forty-five.
+
+
+
+
+ACT III.
+
+
+SCENE I. _In Boston._
+
+SELECTMAN, CITIZEN.
+
+SELECTMAN.
+
+At length, it seems, the bloody flag is hung out, the ministry and
+parliament, ever studious in mischief, and bent on our destruction, have
+ordered troops and ships of war to shut our ports, and starve us into
+submission.
+
+CITIZEN. And compel us to be slaves; I have heard so. It is a
+fashionable way to requite us for our loyalty, for the present we made
+them of Louisburg, for our protection at Duquesne, for the assistance we
+gave them at Quebec, Martinico, Guadaloupe and the Havannah. Blast their
+councils, spurn their ingratitude! Soul of Pepperel! whither art thou
+fled?
+
+SELECTMAN. They seem to be guided by some secret demon; this stopping
+our ports and depriving us of all trade is cruel, calculated to starve
+and beggar thousands of families, more spiteful than politic, more to
+their own disadvantage than ours: But we can resolve to do without
+trade; it will be the means of banishing luxury, which has ting'd the
+simplicity and spotless innocence of our once happy asylum.
+
+CITIZEN. We thank heaven, we have the necessaries of life in abundance,
+even to an exuberant plenty; and how oft have our hospitable tables fed
+numbers of those ungrateful monsters, who would now, if they could,
+famish us?
+
+SELECTMAN. No doubt, as we abound in those temporal blessings, it has
+tempted them to pick our pockets by violence, in hopes of treasures more
+to their minds.
+
+CITIZEN. In that these thirsters after gold and human blood will be
+disappointed. No Perus or Mexicos here they'll find; but the demon you
+speak of, tho' he acts in secret, is notoriously known. Lord Paramount
+is that demon, that bird of prey, that ministerial cormorant, that waits
+to devour, and who first thought to disturb the repose of America; a
+wretch, no friend to mankind, who acts thro' envy and avarice, like
+Satan, who 'scap'd from hell to disturb the regions of paradise; after
+ransacking Britain and Hibernia for gold, the growth of hell, to feed
+his luxury, now waits to rifle the bowels of America.
+
+SELECTMAN. May he prove more unsuccessful than Satan; blind politics,
+rank infatuation, madness detestable, the concomitants of arbitrary
+power! They can never think to succeed; but should they conquer, they'll
+find that he who overcometh by force and blood, hath overcome but half
+his foe. Capt. Preston's massacre is too recent in our memories; and if
+a few troops dar'd to commit such hellish unprovok'd barbarities, what
+may we not expect from legions arm'd with vengeance, whose leaders
+harbour principles repugnant to freedom, and possess'd with more than
+diabolical notions? Surely our friends will oppose them with all the
+power heaven has given them.
+
+CITIZEN. Nothing more certain; each citizen and each individual
+inhabitant of America are bound by the ties of nature; the laws of God
+and man justify such a procedure; passive obedience for passive slaves,
+and non-resistance for servile wretches who know not, neither deserve,
+the sweets of liberty. As for me and my house, thank God, such
+detestable doctrine never did, nor ever shall, enter over my threshold.
+
+SELECTMAN. Would all America were so zealous as you.--The appointment of
+a general Continental Congress was a judicious measure, and will prove
+the salvation of this new world, where counsel mature, wisdom and
+strength united; it will prove a barrier, a bulwark, against the
+encroachments of arbitrary power.
+
+CITIZEN. I much approve of the choice of a congress; America is young,
+she will be to it like a tender nursing mother, she will give it the
+paps of virtue to suck, cherish it with the milk of liberty, and fatten
+it on the cream of patriotism; she will train it up in its youth, and
+teach it to shun the poison of British voluptuousness, and instruct it
+to keep better company. Let us, my friend, support her all in our power,
+and set on foot an immediate association; they will form an
+intrenchment, too strong for ministerial tyranny to o'erleap.
+
+SELECTMAN. I am determined so to do, it may prevent the farther effusion
+of blood.
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+_Enter a MINISTER._
+
+MINISTER.
+
+My friends, I yet will hail you good morrow, tho' I know not how long we
+may be indulg'd that liberty to each other; doleful tidings I have to
+tell.
+
+SELECTMAN. With sorrow we have heard it, good morrow, sir.
+
+MINISTER. Wou'd to God it may prove false, and that it may vanish like
+the dew of the morning.
+
+CITIZEN. Beyond a doubt, sir, it's too true.
+
+MINISTER. Perhaps, my friends, you have not heard all.
+
+SELECTMAN. We have heard too much, of the troops and ships coming over,
+we suppose you mean; we have not heard more, if more there be.
+
+MINISTER. Then worse I have to tell, tidings which will raise the blood
+of the patriot, and put your virtue to the proof, will kindle such an
+ardent love of liberty in your breasts, as time will not be able to
+exterminate--
+
+CITIZEN. Pray, let us hear it, I'm all on fire.
+
+SELECTMAN. I'm impatient to know it, welcome or unwelcome.
+
+MINISTER. Such as it is, take it; your charter is annihilated; you are
+all, all declared rebels; your estates are to be confiscated; your
+patrimony to be given to those who never labour'd for it; popery to be
+established in the room of the true catholic faith; the Old South, and
+other houses of our God, converted perhaps into nunneries, inquisitions,
+barracks and common jails, where you will perish with want and famine,
+or suffer an ignominious death; your wives, children, dearest relations
+and friends forever separated from you in this world, without the
+prospect of receiving any comfort or consolation from them, or the least
+hope of affording any to them.
+
+SELECTMAN. Perish the thought!
+
+CITIZEN. I've heard enough!--To arms! my dear friends, to arms! and
+death or freedom be our motto!
+
+MINISTER. A noble resolution! Posterity will crown the urn of the
+patriot who consecrates his talents to virtue and freedom; his name
+shall not be forgot; his reputation shall bloom with unfading verdure,
+while the name of the tyrant, like his vile body, shall moulder in the
+dust. Put your trust in the Lord of hosts, he is your strong tower, he
+is your helper and defense, he will guide and strengthen the arm of
+flesh, and scatter your enemies like chaff.
+
+SELECTMAN. Let us not hesitate.
+
+CITIZEN. Not a single moment;--'tis like to prove a mortal strife, a
+never-ending contest.
+
+MINISTER. Delays may be dangerous.--Go and awake your brethren that
+sleep;--rouse them up from their lethargy and supineness, and join,
+with confidence, temporal with spiritual weapons. Perhaps they be now
+landing, and this moment, this very moment, may be the last of your
+liberty. Prepare yourselves--be ready--stand fast--ye know not the day
+nor the hour. May the Ruler of all send us liberty and life. Adieu! my
+friends.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+SCENE III. _In a street in Boston._
+
+_Frequent town-meetings and consultations amongst the
+  inhabitants;--LORD BOSTON arrives with the forces and ships;--lands
+  and fortifies Boston._
+
+_WHIG and TORY._
+
+WHIG. I have said and done all that man could say or do.--'Tis wrong, I
+insist upon it, and time will show it, to suffer them to take possession
+of Castle William and fortify Boston Neck.
+
+TORY. I cannot see, good sir, of what advantage it will be to
+them;--they've only a mind, I suppose, to keep their soldiers from being
+inactive, which may prejudice their health.
+
+WHIG. I wish it may prove so, I would very gladly confess your superior
+knowledge in military manoeuvres; but till then, suffer me to tell you,
+it's a stroke the most fatal to us,--no less, sir, but to cut off the
+communication between the town and country, making prisoners of us all
+by degrees, and give 'em an opportunity of making excursions, and in a
+short time subdue us without resistance.
+
+TORY. I think your fears are groundless.
+
+WHIG. Sir, my reason is not to be trifled with. Do you not see or hear
+ev'ry day of insults and provocations to the peaceable inhabitants? This
+is only a prelude. Can men of spirit bear forever with such usage? I
+know not what business they have here at all.
+
+TORY. I suppose they're come to protect us.
+
+WHIG. Damn such protectors, such cut-throat villains; protect us? from
+what? from whom?--
+
+TORY. Nay, sir, I know not their business;--let us yet bear with them
+till we know the success of the petition from the Congress;--if
+unfavourable, then it will be our time.
+
+WHIG. Then, I fear, it will be too late; all that time we lose, and they
+gain ground; I have no notion of trusting to the success of petitions,
+waiting twelve months for no answer at all. Our assemblies have
+petitioned often, and as often in vain; 't would be a miracle in these
+days to hear of an American petition being granted; their omnipotences,
+their demi-godships (as they think themselves) no doubt think it too
+great a favour done us to throw our petitions under their table, much
+less vouchsafe to read them.
+
+TORY. You go too far;--the power of King, Lords and Commons is
+uncontroulable.
+
+WHIG. With respect to tyrannising they would make it so, if they could,
+I know, but there's a good deal to be said and done first; we have more
+than half the bargain to make.
+
+TORY. Sure you would not go to dispute by arms with Great-Britain.
+
+WHIG. Sure I would not suffer you to pick my pocket, sir.
+
+TORY. If I did, the law is open for you--
+
+WHIG. I have but a poor opinion of law, when the devil sits judge.
+
+TORY. What would you do then, sir, if I was to pick your pocket?
+
+WHIG. Break your head, sir--
+
+TORY. Sure you don't mean as you say, sir--
+
+WHIG. I surely do--try me, sir--
+
+TORY. Excuse me, sir, I am not of your mind, I would avoid every thing
+that has the appearance of rashness.--Great-Britain's power, sir--
+
+WHIG. Great-Britain's power, sir, is too much magnified, 't will soon
+grow weak, by endeavouring to make slaves of American freemen; we are
+not Africans yet, neither bond-slaves.--You would avoid and discourage
+every thing that has the appearance of patriotism, you mean.--
+
+TORY. Who? me, sir?
+
+WHIG. Yes, you, sir;--you go slyly pimping, spying and sneaking about,
+cajoling the ignorant, and insinuating bugbear notions of
+Great-Britain's mighty power into weak people's ears, that we may tamely
+give all up, and you be rewarded, perhaps, with the office of judge of
+the admiralty, or continental hangman, for ought I know.
+
+TORY. Who? me, sir?
+
+WHIG. Aye, you, sir;--and let me tell you, sir, you've been long
+suspected--
+
+TORY. Of what, sir?
+
+WHIG. For a rank Tory, sir.
+
+TORY. What mean you, sir?
+
+WHIG. I repeat it again--suspected to be an enemy to your country.
+
+TORY. By whom, sir? Can you show me an instance?
+
+WHIG. From your present discourse I suspect you--and from your
+connections and artful behaviour all suspect you.
+
+TORY. Can you give me a proof?
+
+WHIG. Not a point blank proof, as to my own knowledge; you're so much of
+a Jesuit, you have put it out of my power;--but strong circumstances by
+information, such as amount to a proof in the present case, sir, I can
+furnish you with.
+
+TORY. Sir, you may be mistaken.
+
+WHIG. 'Tis not possible, my informant knows you too well.
+
+TORY. Who is your informant, sir?
+
+WHIG. A gentleman, sir; and if you'll give yourself the trouble to walk
+with me, I'll soon produce him.
+
+TORY. Another time; I cannot stay now;--'tis dinner time.
+
+WHIG. That's the time to find him.
+
+TORY. I cannot stay now.
+
+WHIG. We'll call at your house then.
+
+TORY. I dine abroad, sir.
+
+WHIG. Be gone, you scoundrel! I'll watch your waters; 'tis time to clear
+the land of such infernal vermin.
+
+                                        [_Exeunt both different ways._
+
+
+SCENE IV. _In Boston, while the Regulars were flying from Lexington._
+
+_LORD BOSTON surrounded by his guards and a few officers._
+
+LORD BOSTON. If Colonel Smith succeeds in his embassy, and I think
+there's no doubt of it, I shall have the pleasure this ev'ning, I
+expect, of having my friends Hancock and Adams's good company; I'll make
+each of them a present of a pair of handsome iron ruffles, and Major
+Provost shall provide a suitable entertainment for them in his
+apartment.
+
+OFFICER. Sure they'll not be so unpolite as to refuse your Excellency's
+kind invitation.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Shou'd they, Colonel Smith and Major Pitcairn have my
+orders to make use of all their rhetoric and the persuasive eloquence of
+British thunder.
+
+_Enter a MESSENGER in haste._
+
+MESSENGER. I bring your Excellency unwelcome tidings--
+
+LORD BOSTON. For heaven's sake! from what quarter?
+
+MESSENGER. From Lexington plains.
+
+LORD BOSTON. 'Tis impossible!
+
+MESSENGER. Too true, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Say--what is it? Speak what you know.
+
+MESSENGER. Colonel Smith is defeated, and fast retreating.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Good God!--What does he say? Mercy on me!
+
+MESSENGER. They're flying before the enemy.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Britons turn their backs before the Rebels!--The Rebels put
+Britons to flight?--Said you not so?
+
+MESSENGER. They are routed, sir;--they are flying this instant;--the
+Provincials are numerous, and hourly gaining strength;--they have nearly
+surrounded our troops. A reinforcement, sir--a timely succour may save
+the shatter'd remnant Speedily! speedily, sir! or they're irretrievably
+lost!
+
+LORD BOSTON. Good God! What does he say? Can it be possible?
+
+MESSENGER. Lose no time, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. What can I do?--Oh dear!
+
+OFFICER. Draw off a detachment--form a brigade; prepare part of the
+train; send for Lord Percy; let the drums beat to arms.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Aye, do, Captain; you know how, better than I. (_Exit
+OFFICER._) Did the Rebels dare to fire on the king's troops? Had they
+the courage? Guards, keep round me.
+
+MESSENGER. They're like lions; they have killed many of our bravest
+officers and men; and if not checked instantly, will totally surround
+them, and make the whole prisoners. This is no time to parley, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. No, indeed; what will become of me?
+
+_Enter EARL PERCY._
+
+EARL PERCY. Your orders, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Haste, my good Percy, immediately take command of the
+brigade of reinforcement, and fly to the assistance of poor Smith!--Lose
+no time, lest they be all cut off, and the Rebels improve their
+advantage, and be upon us; and God knows what quarter they'll
+give.--Haste, my noble Earl!--Speedily!--Speedily!--Where's my guard?
+
+EARL PERCY. I'm gone, sir.
+
+                  [_Exeunt PERCY and OFFICERS--drums beating to arms._
+
+LORD BOSTON. What means this flutt'ring round my heart? this unusual
+chilness? Is it fear? No, it cannot be, it must proceed from my great
+anxiety, my perturbation of mind for the fate of my countrymen. A
+drowsiness hangs o'er my eyelids;--fain would I repose myself a short
+time;--but I must not;--I must wait;--I'll to the top of yon
+eminence,--there I shall be safer. Here I cannot stay;--there I may
+behold something favourable to calm this tumult in my breast.--But,
+alas! I fear--Guards, attend me.
+
+                                     [_Exeunt LORD BOSTON and GUARDS._
+
+
+SCENE V. _LORD BOSTON and GUARDS on a hill in Boston, that overlooks
+Charlestown._
+
+LORD BOSTON. Clouds of dust and smoke intercept my sight; I cannot see;
+I hear the noise of cannon--Percy's cannon--Grant him success!
+
+OFFICER OF GUARD. Methinks, sir, I see British colours waving.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Some ray of hope.--Have they got so near?--Captain, keep a
+good lookout; tell me every thing you see. My eyes are wondrous dim.
+
+OFFICER. The two brigades have join'd--Now Admiral Tombstone bellows his
+lower tier on the Provincials. How does your Excellency?
+
+LORD BOSTON. Right;--more hope still.--I'm bravely to what I was. Which
+way do our forces tend?
+
+OFFICER. I can distinguish nothing for a certainty now; such smoke and
+dust!
+
+LORD BOSTON. God grant Percy courage!
+
+OFFICER. His ancestors were brave, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Aye, that's no rule--no rule, Captain; so were mine.--A
+heavy firing now.--The Rebels must be very numerous--
+
+OFFICER. They're like caterpillars; as numerous as the locusts of Egypt.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Look out, Captain, God help you, look out.
+
+OFFICER. I do, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. What do you see now? Hark! what dreadful noise!
+
+ONE OF THE GUARD. [_Aside._] How damn'd afraid he is.
+
+ANOTHER OF THE GUARD. [_Aside._] He's one of your chimney corner
+Generals--an old granny.
+
+OFFICER. If I mistake not, our troops are fast retreating; their fire
+slackens; the noise increases.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Oh, Captain, don't say so!
+
+OFFICER. 'Tis true, sir, they're running--the enemy shout victory.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Upon your honour?--say--
+
+OFFICER. Upon my honour, sir, they're flying t'wards Charlestown.
+Percy's beat;--I'm afraid he's lost his artillery.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Then 'tis all over--the day is lost--what more can we do?
+
+OFFICER. We may, with the few troops left in Boston, yet afford them
+some succour, and cover their retreat across the water; 'tis impossible
+to do more.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Go instantly; I'll wait your return. Try your utmost to
+prevent the Rebels from crossing. Success attend you, my dear Captain,
+God prosper you! [_Exit OFFICER._] Alas! alas! my glory's gone; my
+honour's stain'd. My dear guards, don't leave me, and you shall have
+plenty of porter and sour-crout.
+
+
+SCENE VI. _ROGER and DICK, two shepherds near Lexington, after the
+defeat and flight of the Regulars._
+
+ROGER. Whilst early looking, Dick, ere the sun was seen to tinge the
+brow of the mountain, for my flock of sheep, nor dreaming of approaching
+evil, suddenly mine eyes beheld from yon hill a cloud of dust arise at a
+small distance; the intermediate space were thick set with laurels,
+willows, evergreens, and bushes of various kinds, the growth of wild
+nature, and which hid the danger from my eyes, thinking perchance my
+flock had thither stray'd; I descended, and straight onward went; but,
+Dick, judge you my thoughts at such a disappointment: Instead of my
+innocent flock of sheep, I found myself almost encircled by a herd of
+ravenous British wolves.
+
+DICK. Dangerous must have been your situation, Roger, whatever were your
+thoughts.
+
+ROGER. I soon discovered my mistake; finding a hostile appearance, I
+instantly turn'd myself about, and fled to alarm the shepherds.
+
+DICK. Did they pursue you?
+
+ROGER. They did; but having the start, and being acquainted with the
+by-ways, I presently got clear of their voracious jaws.
+
+DICK. A lucky escape, indeed, Roger; and what route did they take after
+that?
+
+ROGER. Onwards, t'wards Lexington, devouring geese, cattle and swine,
+with fury and rage, which, no doubt, was increased by their
+disappointment; and what may appear strange to you Dick (tho' no more
+strange than true), is, they seem'd to be possessed of a kind of brutish
+music, growling something like our favourite tune Yankee Doodle (perhaps
+in ridicule), till it were almost threadbare, seeming vastly pleased
+(monkey-like) with their mimickry, as tho' it provoked us much.
+
+DICK. Nature, Roger, has furnish'd some brute animals with voices, or,
+more properly speaking, with organs of sound that nearly resemble the
+human. I have heard of crocodiles weeping like a child, to decoy the
+unwary traveller, who is no sooner within their reach, but they seize
+and devour instantly.
+
+ROGER. Very true, Dick, I have read of the same; and these wolves, being
+of the canine breed, and having the properties of blood-hounds, no doubt
+are possess'd of a more acute sense of smelling, more reason, instinct,
+sagacity, or what shall I call it? than all other brutes. It might have
+been a piece of cunning of theirs, peculiar to them, to make themselves
+pass for shepherds, and decoy our flocks; for, as you know, Dick, all
+our shepherds both play and sing Yankee Doodle, our sheep and lambs are
+as well acquainted with that tune as ourselves, and always make up to us
+whene'er they hear the sound.
+
+DICK. Yes, Roger; and now you put me in mind of it I'll tell you of
+something surprising in my turn: I have an old ram and an old ewe, that,
+whenever they sing Yankee Doodle together, a skilful musician can
+scarcely distinguish it from the bass and tenor of an organ.
+
+ROGER. Surprising indeed, Dick, nor do I in the least doubt it; and why
+not, as well as Balaam's ass, speak? and I might add, many other asses,
+now-a-days; and yet, how might that music be improved by a judicious
+disposition of its various parts, by the addition of a proper number of
+sheep and young lambs; 't would then likewise resemble the counter,
+counter tenor, treble, and finest pipes of an organ, and might be truly
+called nature's organ; methinks, Dick, I could forever sit and hear such
+music,
+
+    _Where all the parts in complication roll,
+    And with its charming music feast the soul!_
+
+DICK. Delightful, indeed; I'll attempt it with what little skill I have
+in music; we may then defy these wolves to imitate it, and thereby save
+our flocks: I am well convinced, Roger, these wolves intended it rather
+as a decoy than by way of ridicule, because they live by cunning and
+deception; besides, they could never mean to ridicule a piece of music,
+a tune, of which such brutes cannot be supposed to be judges, and, which
+is allowed by the best masters of music to be a composition of the most
+sublime kind, and would have done honour to a Handel or a Correllius.
+Well, go on, Roger, I long to hear the whole.
+
+ROGER. When they came to Lexington, where a flock of our innocent sheep
+and young lambs, as usual, were feeding and sporting on the plain, these
+dogs of violence and rapine with haughty stride advanc'd, and berated
+them in a new and unheard of language to us.
+
+DICK. I suppose learn'd at their own fam'd universities--
+
+ROGER. No doubt; they had teachers among them--two old wolves their
+leaders, not unlike in features to Smith and Pitcairn, as striving to
+outvie each other in the very dregs of brutal eloquence, and more than
+Billingsgate jargon, howl'd in their ears such a peal of new-fangled
+execrations, and hell-invented oratory, till that day unheard in
+New-England, as struck the whole flock with horror, and made them for a
+while stand aghast, as tho' all the wolves in the forest had broke loose
+upon them.
+
+DICK. Oh, shocking!--Roger, go on.
+
+ROGER. Not content with this, their murdering leaders, with premeditated
+malice, keen appetite, and without provocation, gave the howl for the
+onset, when instantly the whole herd, as if the devil had entered into
+them, ran violently down the hill, and fixed their talons and jaws upon
+them, and as quick as lightning eight innocent young lambs fell a
+sacrifice to their fury, and victims to their rapacity; the very houses
+of our God were no longer a sanctuary; many they tore to pieces, and
+some at the very foot of the altar; others were dragged out as in a
+wanton, gamesome mood.
+
+DICK. Barbarity inexpressible! more than savage cruelty! I hope you'll
+make their master pay for 'em; there is a law of this province, Roger,
+which obliges the owner of such dogs to pay for the mischief they do.
+
+ROGER. I know it, Dick; he shall pay, never fear, and that handsomely
+too; he has paid part of it already.
+
+DICK. Who is their master, Roger?
+
+ROGER. One Lord Paramount; they call him a free-booter; a fellow who
+pretends to be proprietor of all America, and says he has a deed for it,
+and chief ranger of all the flocks, and pretends to have a patent for
+it; has been a long time in the practice of killing and stealing sheep
+in England and Ireland, and had like to have been hang'd for it there,
+but was reprieved by the means of his friend _George_--I forgot his
+other name--not Grenville--not George the Second--but another George--
+
+DICK. It's no matter, he'll be hang'd yet; he has sent his dogs to a
+wrong place, and lugg'd the wrong sow by the ear; he should have sent
+them to Newfoundland, or Kamchatka, there's no sheep there--But never
+mind, go on, Roger.
+
+ROGER. Nor was their voracious appetites satiated there; they rush'd
+into the town of Concord, and proceeded to devour every thing that lay
+in their way; and those brute devils, like Sampson's foxes (and as tho'
+they were men), thrice attempted with firebrands to destroy our corn,
+our town-house and habitations.
+
+DICK. Heavens! Could not all this provoke you?
+
+ROGER. It did; rage prompted us at length, and found us arms 'gainst
+such hellish mischief to oppose.
+
+DICK. Oh, would I had been there!
+
+ROGER. Our numbers increasing, and arm'd with revenge, we in our turn
+play'd the man; they, unus'd to wounds, with hideous yelling soon betook
+themselves to a precipitate and confused flight, nor did we give o'er
+the chase, till Phoebus grew drowsy, bade us desist, and wished us a
+good night.
+
+DICK. Of some part of their hasty retreat I was a joyful spectator, I
+saw their tongues lolling out of their mouths, and heard them pant like
+hunted wolves indeed.
+
+ROGER. Did you not hear how their mirth was turn'd into mourning? their
+fury into astonishment? how soon they quitted their howling Yankee
+Doodle, and chang'd their notes to bellowing? how nimbly (yet against
+their will) they betook themselves to dancing? And he was then the
+bravest dog that beat time the swiftest, and footed Yankee Doodle the
+nimblest.
+
+DICK. Well pleased, Roger, was I with the chase, and glorious sport it
+was: I oft perceiv'd them tumbling o'er each other heels over head; nor
+did one dare stay to help his brother--but, with bloody breech, made the
+best of his way--nor ever stopped till they were got safe within their
+lurking-holes--
+
+ROGER. From whence they have not the courage to peep out, unless four to
+one, except (like a skunk) forc'd by famine.
+
+DICK. May this be the fate of all those prowling sheep-stealers, it
+behooves the shepherds to double the watch, to take uncommon precaution
+and care of their tender flocks, more especially as this is like to be
+an uncommon severe winter, by the appearance of wolves, so early in the
+season--but, hark!--Roger, methinks I hear the sound of melody warbling
+thro' the grove--Let's sit a while, and partake of it unseen.
+
+ROGER. With all my heart.--Most delightful harmony! This is the First of
+May; our shepherds and nymphs are celebrating our glorious St. Tammany's
+day; we'll hear the song out, and then join in the frolic, and chorus it
+o'er and o'er again--This day shall be devoted to joy and festivity.
+
+SONG.
+
+[TUNE. _The hounds are all out, &c._]
+
+    1.
+
+      Of _St. George_, or _St. Bute_, let the poet Laureat sing,
+    Of _Pharaoh_ or _Pluto_ of old,
+    While he rhymes forth their praise, in false, flattering lays,
+    I'll sing of St. Tamm'ny the bold, my brave boys.
+
+    2.
+
+      Let Hibernia's sons boast, make Patrick their toast;
+    And Scots Andrew's fame spread abroad.
+    Potatoes and oats, and Welch leeks for Welch goats,
+    Was never St. Tammany's food, my brave boys.
+
+    3.
+
+      In freedom's bright cause, Tamm'ny pled with applause,
+    And reason'd most justly from nature;
+    For this, this was his song, all, all the day long:
+    Liberty's the right of each creature, brave boys.
+
+    4.
+
+      Whilst under an oak his great parliament sat,
+    His throne was the crotch of the tree;
+    With Solomon's look, without statutes or book,
+    He wisely sent forth his decree, my brave boys.
+
+    5.
+
+      His subjects stood round, not the least noise or sound,
+    Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face:
+    So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause;
+    That might _Bute_, _North_ and _Mansfield_ disgrace, my brave boys.
+
+    6.
+
+      No duties, nor stamps, their blest liberty cramps,
+    A king, tho' no _tyrant_, was he;
+    He did oft'times declare, nay, sometimes wou'd swear,
+    The least of his subjects were free, my brave boys.
+
+    7.
+
+      He, as king of the woods, of the rivers and floods,
+    Had a right all beasts to controul;
+    Yet, content with a few, to give nature her due:
+    So gen'rous was Tammany's soul! my brave boys.
+
+    8.
+
+      In the morn he arose, and a-hunting he goes,
+    Bold Nimrod his second was he.
+    For his breakfast he'd take a large venison steak,
+    And despis'd your slip-slops and tea, my brave boys.
+
+    9.
+
+      While all in a row, with squaw, dog and bow,
+    Vermilion adorning his face,
+    With feathery head he rang'd the woods wide:
+    _St. George_ sure had never such grace, my brave boys?
+
+    10.
+
+      His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin saints wear,
+    Perfumed with bear's grease well smear'd,
+    Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace,
+    Like the oil from Aaron's old beard, my brave boys.
+
+    11.
+
+      The strong nervous deer, with amazing career,
+    In swiftness he'd fairly run down;
+    And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear.
+    Ne'er was such a saint as our own, my brave boys.
+
+    12.
+
+      When he'd run down a stag, he behind him wou'd lag;
+    For, so noble a soul had he!
+    He'd stop, tho' he lost it, tradition reports it,
+    To give him fresh chance to get free, my brave boys.
+
+    13.
+
+      With a mighty strong arm, and a masculine bow,
+    His arrow he drew to the head,
+    And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot,
+    His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys.
+
+    14.
+
+      His table he spread where the venison bled,
+    Be thankful, he used to say;
+    He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a saint and a king,
+    And sumptuously dine on his prey, my brave boys.
+
+    15.
+
+      Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills
+    He'd caper, such was his delight;
+    And ne'er in his days, Indian history says,
+    Did lack a good supper at night, my brave boys.
+
+    16.
+
+      On an old stump he sat, without cap or hat.
+    When supper was ready to eat,
+    _Snap_, his dog, he stood by, and cast a sheep's eye
+    For ven'son, the king of all meat, my brave boys.
+
+    17.
+
+      Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould,
+    Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage,
+    He lov'd sav'ry meat, such that patriarchs eat,
+    Of ven'son and squirrel made pottage, brave boys.
+
+    18.
+
+      When fourscore years old, as I've oft'times been told,
+    To doubt it, sure, would not be right,
+    With a pipe in his jaw, he'd buss his old squaw,
+    And get a young saint ev'ry night, my brave boys.
+
+    19.
+
+      As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,
+    Tho' his sport, 'twere hard to keep from it,
+    Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,
+    And blazed like the tail of a comet, brave boys.
+
+    20.
+
+      What country on earth, then, did ever give birth
+    To such a magnanimous saint?
+    His acts far excel all that history tell,
+    And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys.
+
+    21.
+
+      Now, to finish my song, a full flowing bowl
+    I'll quaff, and sing all the long day,
+    And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my saint,
+    And hail ev'ry First of sweet _May_, my brave boys.
+
+DICK. What a seraphic voice! how it enlivens my soul! Come away, away,
+Roger, the moments are precious.
+
+                                             [_Exeunt DICK and ROGER._
+
+
+SCENE VII. _In a chamber, near Boston, the morning after the battle of
+Bunkers-Hill._
+
+CLARISSA. How lovely is this new-born day!--The sun rises with uncommon
+radiance after the most gloomy night my wearied eyes ever knew.--The voice
+of slumber was not heard--the angel of sleep was fled--and the awful
+whispers of solemnity and silence prevented my eye-lids from closing.--No
+wonder--the terrors and ideas of yesterday--such a scene of war--of
+tumult--hurry and hubbub--of horror and destruction--the direful noise of
+conflict--the dismal hissing of iron shot in volleys flying--such bellowing
+of mortars--such thund'ring of cannon--such roaring of musketry--and such
+clashing of swords and bayonets--such cries of the wounded--and such
+streams of blood--such a noise and crush of houses, steeples, and whole
+streets of desolate Charlestown falling--pillars of fire, and the convulsed
+vortex of fiery flakes, rolling in flaming wreaths in the air, in dreadful
+combustion, seemed as tho' the elements and whole earth were envelop'd in
+one general, eternal conflagration and total ruin, and intermingled with
+black smoke, ascending, on the wings of mourning, up to Heaven, seemed
+piteously to implore the Almighty interposition to put a stop to such
+devastation, lest the whole earth should be unpeopled in the unnatural
+conflict--Too, too much for female heroism to dwell upon--But what are all
+those to the terrors that filled my affrighted imagination the last
+night?--Dreams--fancies--evil bodings--shadows, phantoms and ghastly
+visions continually hovering around my pillow, goading and harrowing my
+soul with the most terrific appearances, not imaginary, but real--Am I
+awake?--Where are the British murderers?--where's my husband?--my son?--my
+brother?--Something more than human tells me all is not well: If they are
+among the slain, 'tis impossible.--I--Oh! [_She cries._]
+
+_Enter a NEIGHBOUR_ [_a spectator of the battle_].
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam, grieve not so much.
+
+CLARISSA. Am I wont to grieve without a cause? Wou'd to God I did;--mock
+me not--What voice is that? methinks I know it--some angel sent to
+comfort me?--welcome then. [_She turns about._] Oh, my Neighbour, is it
+you? My friend, I have need of comfort. Hast thou any for me?--say--will
+you not speak? Where's my husband?--my son?--my brother? Hast thou seen
+them since the battle? Oh! bring me not unwelcome tidings! [_Cries._]
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. What shall I say?_] Madam, I beheld them yesterday
+from an eminence.
+
+CLARISSA. Upon that very eminence was I. What then?--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. I saw the brave man Warren, your son and brother.
+
+CLARISSA. What? O ye gods!--Speak on friend--stop--what saw ye?
+
+NEIGHBOUR. In the midst of the tempest of war--
+
+CLARISSA. Where are they now?--That I saw too--What is all this?
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam, hear me--
+
+CLARISSA. Then say on--yet--Oh, his looks!--I fear!
+
+NEIGHBOUR. When General Putnam bid the vanguard open their front to
+the--
+
+CLARISSA. Oh, trifle not with me--dear Neighbour!--where shall I find
+them?--say--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. Heavens! must I tell her!_] Madam, be patient--right
+and left, that all may see who hate us, we are prepar'd for them--
+
+CLARISSA. What then?--Can you find 'em?--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. I saw Warren and the other two heroes firm as Roxbury stand
+the shock of the enemy's fiercest attacks, and twice put to flight their
+boasted phalanx.--
+
+CLARISSA. All that I saw, and more; say--wou'd they not come to me, were
+they well?--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam, hear me--
+
+CLARISSA. Oh! he will not speak.
+
+NEIGHBOUR. The enemy return'd to the charge, and stumbling o'er the dead
+and wounded bodies of their friends, Warren received them with
+indissoluble firmness, and notwithstanding their battalious aspect, in
+the midst of the battle, tho' surrounded with foes on ev'ry side--
+
+CLARISSA. Oh, my Neighbour!--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam--his nervous arm, like a giant refresh'd with wine,
+hurl'd destruction where'er he came, breathing heroic ardour to
+advent'rous deeds, and long time in even scale the battle hung, till at
+last death turn'd pale and affrighted at the carnage--they ran--
+
+CLARISSA. Who ran?
+
+NEIGHBOUR. The enemy, Madam, gave way--
+
+CLARISSA. Warren never ran--yet--oh! I wou'd he had--I fear--[_Cries._]
+
+NEIGHBOUR. I say not so, Madam.
+
+CLARISSA. What say ye then? he was no coward, Neighbour--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Brave to the last. [_Aside. I forgot myself._]
+
+CLARISSA. What said you? O Heavens! brave to the last! those words--why
+do you keep me thus?--cruel--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. She will know it._] I say, Madam, by some mistaken
+orders on our side, the enemy rallied and return'd to the charge with
+fresh numbers, and your husband, son, and brother--Madam--
+
+CLARISSA. Stop!--O ye powers!--What?--say no more--yet let me hear--keep
+me not thus--tell me, I charge thee--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. I can hold no longer, she must know it._] Forgive
+me, Madam--I saw them fall--and Michael, the archangel, who vanquish'd
+Satan, is not more immortal than they. [_Aside. Who can relate such woes
+without a tear?_],
+
+CLARISSA. Oh! I've heard enough--too--too much [_Cries._] yet--if thou hast
+worse to tell--say on--nought worse can be--O ye gods!--cruel--cruel--
+thrice cruel--cou'd ye not leave me one--[_She faints, and is caught by her
+friend, and placed in a chair; he rings the bell, the family come in, and
+endeavour to bring her to._]
+
+NEIGHBOUR. With surprising fortitude she heard the melancholy relation,
+until I came to the last close--she then gave me a mournful look, lifted
+up her eyes, and immediately sunk motionless into my arms.
+
+WOMAN. Poor soul!--no wonder--how I sympathize with her in her
+distress--my tender bosom can scarcely bear the sight! A dreadful loss!
+a most shocking scene it was, that brothers should with brothers war,
+and in intestine fierce opposition meet, to seek the blood of each
+other, like dogs for a bare bone, who so oft in generous friendship and
+commerce join'd, in festivals of love and joy unanimous as the sons of
+one kind and indulgent father, and separately would freely in a good
+cause spend their blood and sacrifice their lives for him.
+
+NEIGHBOUR. A terrible black day it was, and ever will be remembered by
+New-England, when that vile Briton (unworthy the name of a Briton), Lord
+Boston (curse the name!), whose horrid murders stain American soil with
+blood; perish his name! a fratricide! 'twas he who fir'd Charlestown,
+and spread desolation, fire, flames and smoke in ev'ry corner--he was
+the wretch, that waster of the world, that licens'd robber, that
+blood-stain'd insulter of a free people, who bears the name of Lord
+Boston, but from henceforth shall be called Cain, that pillag'd the
+ruins, and dragg'd and murder'd the infant, the aged and infirm--(But
+look, she recovers.)
+
+CLARISSA. O ye angels! ye cherubims and seraphims! waft their souls to
+bliss, bathe their wounds with angelic balsam, and crown them with
+immortality. A faithful, loving and beloved husband, a promising and
+filial son, a tender and affectionate brother: Alas! what a loss!--Whom
+have I now to comfort me?--What have I left, but the voice of
+lamentation: [_She weeps._] Ill-fated bullets--these tears shall sustain
+me--yes, ye dear friends! how gladly wou'd I follow you--but alas! I
+must still endure tribulation and inquietudes, from which you are now
+exempt; I cannot cease to weep, ye brave men, I will mourn your
+fall--weep on--flow, mine eyes, and wash away their blood, till the
+fountain of sorrow is dried up--but, oh! it never--never will--my
+sympathetic soul shall dwell on your bosoms, and floods of tears shall
+water your graves; and since all other comfort is deny'd me, deprive me
+not of the only consolation left me of meditating on your virtues and
+dear memories, who fell in defense of liberty and your country--ye brave
+men--ye more than friends--ye martyrs to liberty!--This, this is all I
+ask, till sorrow overwhelms me.--I breathe my last; and ye yourselves,
+your own bright spirits, come and waft me to your peaceful abode, where
+the voice of lamentation is not heard, neither shall we know any more
+what it is to separate.
+
+    _Eager the patriot meets his desperate foe
+    With full intent to give the fatal blow;
+    The cause he fights for animates him high,
+    His wife, his children and his liberty:
+    For these he conquers, or more bravely dies,
+    And yields himself a willing sacrifice._
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+ACT IV.
+
+
+SCENE I. _Near Norfolk, in Virginia, on board a man-of-war, LORD
+KIDNAPPER, in the state-room; a boat appears rowing towards the ship._
+
+_SAILOR and BOATSWAIN._
+
+SAILOR. Boatswain!
+
+BOATSWAIN. Holla.
+
+SAILOR. Damn my eyes, Mr. Boatswain, but here's a black flag of truce
+coming on board.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Sure enough--where are they from?
+
+SAILOR. From hell, I suppose--for they're as black as so many devils.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Very well--no matter--they're recruits for the Kidnapper.
+
+SAILOR. We shall be all of a colour by and by--damn me--
+
+BOATSWAIN. I'll go and inform his Lordship and his pair of doxies of it;
+I suppose by this time they have trim'd their sails, and he's done
+heaving the log.
+
+                                                    [_Exit BOATSWAIN._
+
+
+SCENE II. _Near the state-room._
+
+BOATSWAIN. Where's his Lordship?
+
+SERVANT. He's in the state-room.
+
+BOATSWAIN. It's time for him to turn out; tell him I want to speak to
+him.
+
+SERVANT. I dare not do it, Boatswain; it's more than my life is worth.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn your squeamish stomach, go directly, or I'll go myself.
+
+SERVANT. For God's sake! Boatswain--
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn your eyes, you pimping son of a bitch, go this instant,
+or I'll stick my knife in your gammons.
+
+SERVANT. O Lord! Boatswain. [_SERVANT goes._]
+
+BOATSWAIN [_solus_]. What the devil--keep a pimp guard here, better
+station the son of a bitch at the mast head, to keep a look out there,
+lest Admiral Hopkins be upon us.
+
+_Enter KIDNAPPER._
+
+KIDNAPPER. What's your will, Boatswain?
+
+BOATSWAIN. I beg your Lordship's pardon [_Aside. But you can soon fetch
+up Leeway, and spread the water sail again._], please your honour,
+here's a boat full of fine recruits along side for you.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Recruits, Boatswain? you mean soldiers from Augustine, I
+imagine; what reg'mentals have they on?
+
+BOATSWAIN. Mourning, please your honour, and as black as our tarpawling.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha, well well, take 'em on board, Boatswain, I'll be on
+deck presently.
+
+BOATSWAIN. With submission to your honour, d' ye see, [_Scratching his
+head._] I think we have gallows-looking dogs enough on board
+already--the scrapings of Newgate, and the refuse of Tyburn, and when
+the wind blows aft, damn 'em, they stink like polecats--but d' ye see,
+as your honour pleases, with submission, if it's Lord Paramount's
+orders, why it must be so, I suppose--but I've done my duty, d' ye see--
+
+KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha, the work must be done, Boatswain, no matter by whom.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Why, aye, that's true, please your honour, any port in a
+storm--if a man is to be hang'd, or have his throat cut, d' ye see--who
+are so fit to do it as his own slaves? especially as they're to have
+their freedoms for it; nobody can blame 'em, nor your honour neither,
+for you get them for half price, or nothing at all, d' ye see me, and
+that will help to lessen poor Owld England's taxes, and when you have
+done with 'em here, and they get their brains knock'd out, d' ye see,
+your honour can sell them in the West-Indies, and that will be something
+in your honour's pocket, d' ye see--well, ev'ry man to his trade--but,
+damn my impudence for all, I see your honour knows all about it--d' ye
+see.
+
+                                                    [_Exit BOATSWAIN._
+
+
+SCENE III. _LORD KIDNAPPER returns to his state-room; the BOATSWAIN
+comes on deck and pipes._
+
+All hands ahoy--hand a rope, some of you Tories, forward there, for his
+worship's reg'ment of black guards to come aboard.
+
+_Enter NEGROES._
+
+BOATSWAIN. Your humble servant, Gentlemen, I suppose you want to see
+Lord Kidnapper?--Clear the gangway there of them Tyburn tulips. Please
+to walk aft, brother soldiers, that's the fittest birth for you, the
+Kidnapper's in the state-room, he'll hoist his sheet-anchor presently,
+he'll be up in a jiffin--as soon as he has made fast the end of his
+small rope athwart Jenny Bluegarter and Kate Common's stern posts.
+
+FIRST SAILOR. Damn my eyes, but I suppose, messmate, we must bundle out
+of our hammocks this cold weather, to make room for these black regulars
+to stow in, tumble upon deck, and choose a soft berth among the snow?
+
+SECOND SAILOR. Blast 'em, if they come within a cable's length of my
+hammock, I'll kick 'em to hell through one of the gun ports.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Come, come, brothers, don't be angry, I suppose we shall soon
+be in a warmer latitude--the Kidnapper seems as fond of these black
+regulars (as you call 'em, Jack) as he is of the brace of whores below;
+but as they come in so damn'd slow, I'll put him in the humour of
+sending part of the fleet this winter to the coast of Guinea, and beat
+up for volunteers, there he'll get recruits enough for a hogshead or two
+of New-England rum, and a few owld pipe-shanks, and save poor
+Owld-England the trouble and expense of clothing them in the bargain.
+
+FIRST SAILOR. Aye, BOATSWAIN, any voyage, so it's a warm one--if it's to
+hell itself--for I'm sure the devil must be better off than we, if we
+are to stay here this winter.
+
+SECOND SAILOR. Any voyage, so it's to the southward, rather than stay
+here at lazy anchor--no fire, nothing to eat or drink, but suck our
+frosty fists like bears, unless we turn sheep-stealers again, and get
+our brains knock'd out. Eigh, master cook, you're a gentleman
+now--nothing to do--grown so proud, you won't speak to poor folks, I
+suppose?
+
+COOK. The devil may cook for 'em for me--if I had any thing to cook--a
+parcel of frozen half-starv'd dogs. I should never be able to keep 'em
+out of the cook room, or their noses out of the slush-tub.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn your old smoky jaws, you're better off than any man
+aboard, your trouble will be nothing,--for I suppose they'll be
+disbursted in different messes among the Tories, and it's only putting
+on the big pot, cockey. Ha, ha, ha.
+
+COOK. What signifies, Mr. Boatswain, the big pot or the little pot, if
+there's nothing to cook? no fire, coal or wood to cook with? Blast my
+eyes, Mr. Boatswain, if I disgrease myself so much, I have had the
+honour, damn me (tho' I say it that shou'dn't say it) to be chief cook
+of a seventy-four gun ship, on board of which was Lord Abel-Marl and
+Admiral Poke-Cock.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn the liars--old singe-the-devil--you chief cook of a
+seventy-four gun ship, eigh? you the devil, you're as proud as hell, for
+all you look as old as Matheg'lum, hand a pair of silk stockings for our
+cook here, d' ye see--lash a handspike athwart his arse, get a ladle
+full of slush and a handful of brimstone for his hair, and step one of
+you Tories there for the devil's barber to come and shave and dress him.
+Ha, ha, ha.
+
+COOK. No, Mr. Boatswain, it's not pride--but look 'e (as I said before),
+I'll not disgrease my station, I'll throw up my commission, before I'll
+stand cook for a parcel of scape gallows, convict Tory dogs and run-away
+Negroes.
+
+BOATSWAIN. What's that you say? Take care, old frosty face--What? do you
+accuse his worship of turning kidnapper, and harbouring run-away
+Negroes?--Softly, or you'll be taken up for a Whig, and get a handsome
+coat of slush and hog's feathers for a christmas-box, cockey: Throw up
+your commission, eigh? throw up the pot-halliards, you mean, old
+piss-to-windward? Ha, ha, ha.
+
+COOK. I tell you, Mr. Boatswain--I--
+
+BOATSWAIN. Come, come, give us a chaw of tobacco, Cook--blast your eyes,
+don't take any pride in what I say--I'm only joking, d' ye see----
+
+COOK. Well, but Mr. Boatswain----
+
+BOATSWAIN. Come, avast, belay the lanyards of your jaws, and let's have
+no more of it, d' ye see. [_BOATSWAIN pipes._] Make fast that boat along
+side there.
+
+                                   [_Exeunt ev'ry man to his station._
+
+
+SCENE IV. _LORD KIDNAPPER comes up on the quarter-deck._
+
+KIDNAPPER. Well, my brave blacks, are you come to list?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa Lord, you preazee.
+
+KIDNAPPER. How many are there of you?
+
+CUDJO. Twenty-two, massa.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Very well, did you all run away from your masters?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa Lord, eb'ry one, me too.
+
+KIDNAPPER. That's clever; they have no right to make you slaves, I wish
+all the Negroes wou'd do the same, I'll make 'em free--what part did you
+come from?
+
+CUDJO. Disse brack man, disse one, disse one, disse one, disse one, come
+from Hamton, disse one, disse one, disse one, come from Nawfok, me come
+from Nawfok too.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Very well, what was your master's name?
+
+CUDJO. Me massa name Cunney Tomsee.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Colonel Thompson--eigh?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa, Cunney Tomsee.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Well then I'll make you a major--and what's your name?
+
+CUDJO. Me massa cawra me Cudjo.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Cudjo?--very good--was you ever christened, Cudjo?
+
+CUDJO. No massa, me no crissen.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Well, then I'll christen you--you shall be called Major Cudjo
+Thompson, and if you behave well, I'll soon make you a greater man than
+your master, and if I find the rest of you behave well, I'll make you
+all officers, and after you have serv'd Lord Paramount a while, you
+shall have money in your pockets, good clothes on your backs, and be as
+free as them white men there. [_Pointing forward to a parcel of
+Tories._]
+
+CUDJO. Tankee, massa, gaw bresse, massa Kidnap.
+
+SAILOR. [_Aside._] What a damn'd big mouth that Cudjo has--as large as
+our main hatch-way----
+
+COOK. [_Aside._] Aye, he's come to a wrong place to make a good use of
+it--it might stand some little chance at a Lord Mayor's feast.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Now go forward, give 'em something to eat and drink there.
+[_Aside._] Poor devils, they look half starved and naked like ourselves.
+
+COOK. [_Aside._] I don't know where the devil they'll get it: the sight
+of that fellow's mouth is enough to breed a famine on board, if there
+was not one already.
+
+SAILOR. Aye, he'd tumble plenty down his damn'd guts and swallow it,
+like Jones swallow'd the whale.
+
+KIDNAPPER. To-morrow you shall have guns like them white men--Can you
+shoot some of them rebels ashore, Major Cudjo?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa, me try.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Wou'd you shoot your old master, the Colonel, if you could
+see him?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa, you terra me, me shoot him down dead.
+
+KIDNAPPER. That's a brave fellow--damn 'em--down with them all--shoot
+all the damn'd rebels.
+
+SERJEANT. [_Aside._] Brave fellows indeed!
+
+KIDNAPPER. Serjeant!
+
+SERJEANT. I wait your Lordship's commands.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Serjeant, to-morrow begin to teach those black recruits the
+exercise, and when they have learn'd sufficiently well to load and fire,
+then incorporate them among the regulars and the other Whites on board;
+we shall in a few days have some work for 'em, I expect--be as
+expeditious as possible. [_Aside to him._] Set a guard over them every
+night, and take their arms from them, for who knows but they may cut our
+throats.
+
+SERJEANT. Very true, My Lord, I shall take particular care.
+
+                 [_Exit KIDNAPPER; SERJEANT and NEGROES walk forward._
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+SERJEANT. Damn 'em, I'd rather see half their weight in beef.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Aye, curse their stomachs, or mutton either; then our Cook
+wou'dn't be so damn'd lazy as he is, strutting about the deck like a
+nobleman, receiving Paramount's pay for nothing.
+
+SERJEANT. Walk faster, damn your black heads. I suppose, Boatswain, when
+this hell-cat reg'ment's complete, they'll be reviewed in Hyde park?----
+
+BOATSWAIN. Aye, blast my eyes, and our Chaplain with his dirty black
+gown, or our Cook, shall be their general, and review 'em, for he talks
+of throwing up his pot-halliards commission, in hopes of it.
+
+SERJEANT. Ha, ha, ha.----
+
+COOK. I'd see the devil have 'em first.----
+
+                                               [_Exeunt SERJEANT, &c._
+
+
+SCENE VI. _In the cabin._
+
+_LORD KIDNAPPER, CAPTAIN SQUIRES, and CHAPLAIN._
+
+KIDNAPPER. These blacks are no small acquisition, them and the Tories we
+have on board will strengthen us vastly; the thoughts of emancipation
+will make 'em brave, and the encouragement given them by my
+proclamation, will greatly intimidate the rebels--internal enemies are
+worse than open foes.----
+
+CHAPLAIN. Very true, My Lord; David prayed that he might be preserved
+from secret enemies.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Aye, so I've heard, but I look upon this to be a grand
+manoeuvre in politics; this is making dog eat dog--thief catch
+thief--the servant against his master--rebel against rebel--what think
+you of that, parson?
+
+CHAPLAIN. A house divided thus against itself cannot stand, according to
+scripture--My Lord, your observation is truly scriptural.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Scripture? poh, poh--I've nothing to do with scripture--I
+mean politically, parson.
+
+CHAPLAIN. I know it very well; sure, My Lord, I understand you
+perfectly.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Faith that's all I care for; if we can stand our ground this
+winter, and burn all their towns that are accessible to our ships, and
+Colonel Connolly succeeds in his plan, there's not the least doubt but
+we shall have supplies from England very early in the spring, which I
+have wrote for; then, in conjunction with Connolly, we shall be able to
+make a descent where we please, and drive the rebels like hogs into a
+pen.
+
+CHAPLAIN. And then gather them (as the scriptures say) as a hen
+gathereth her chickens.
+
+KIDNAPPER. True, Mr. Scripture.
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. Very good, but you must take care of the hawks.
+
+KIDNAPPER. What do you mean by the hawks, Captain?
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. I mean the shirt-men, the rifle-men, My Lord.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Aye, damn 'em, hawks indeed; they are cursed dogs; a man is
+never safe where they are, but I'll take care to be out of their reach,
+let others take their chance, for I see they have no respect to
+persons--I suppose they wou'd shoot at me, if I were within their reach.
+
+CHAPLAIN. Undoubtedly, they would be more fond of you than of a wild
+turkey; a parcel of ignorant, unmannerly rascals, they pay no more
+respect to a Lord than they wou'd to a devil.
+
+KIDNAPPER. The scoundrels are grown so damn'd impudent too, that one can
+scarcely get a roasting pig now-a-days, but I'll be even with some of
+'em by and by.
+
+CHAPLAIN. I hope we shall get something good for our Christmas
+dinner--so much abstinence and involuntary mortification, cannot be good
+for the soul--a war in the body corporal is of more dangerous
+consequence than a civil war to the state, or heresy and schism to the
+church.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Very true, parson--very true--now I like your doctrine--a
+full belly is better than an empty sermon; preach that doctrine;--stick
+to that text, and you'll not fail of making converts.
+
+CHAPLAIN. The wisest of men said, there is nothing better, than that a
+man should enjoy that which he hath, namely, eat, drink, and be merry,
+if he can.
+
+KIDNAPPER. You're very right--Solomon was no fool, they say--[_He
+sings._]
+
+    _Give me a charming lass, Twangdillo cries,
+    I know no pleasure, but love's sweet joys._
+
+CHAPLAIN. [_Sings._]
+
+    _Give me the bottle, says the red face sot,
+    For a whore I'd not give six-pence, not a groat._
+
+Yet two is better than one, my Lord, for the scriptures further say, if
+one be alone, how can there be heat? You seem to be converted to that
+belief, for you have a brace of them, as the Boatswain says.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha. It's a pity but you were a bishop, you have the
+scriptures so pat--now I'll go and take a short nap, meanwhile; Captain,
+if any thing new happens, pray order my servant to wake me.
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. I will, my Lord.
+
+                                                    [_Exit KIDNAPPER._
+
+CHAPLAIN. And you and I'll crack a bottle, Captain; (bring a bottle,
+boy!) 'tis bad enough to perish by famine, but ten thousand times worse
+to be chok'd for want of moisture. His Lordship and two more make three;
+and you and I and the bottle make three more, and a three-fold cord is
+not easily broken; so we're even with him.
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. With all my heart.--Boy, bear a hand!
+
+TOM. Coming, sir.
+
+CHAPLAIN. Tom, Tom!--make haste, you scoundrel!--fetch two bottles. I
+think we can manage it.
+
+_Enter TOM with the bottles._
+
+CHAPLAIN. That's right, Tom.--Now bring the glasses, and shut the door
+after you.
+
+                                                          [_Exit TOM._
+
+
+SCENE VII. _In Boston. A council of war after the battle of
+Bunker's-Hill._
+
+LORD BOSTON, ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE, ELBOW ROOM, MR. CAPER, GENERAL CLINTON,
+EARL PERCY.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I fully expected, with the help of the last reinforcement
+you brought me over, and the advice and assistance of three accomplish'd
+and experienc'd Generals, I should have been able to have subdued the
+rebels, and gain'd immortal laurels to myself--have return'd to Old
+England like a Roman Consul, with a score or two of the rebel Generals,
+Colonels and Majors, to have grac'd my triumph.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. You have been vastly disappointed, sir--you must not look
+for laurels (unless wild ones) nor expect triumphs (unless sham ones)
+from your own victories or conquests in America.
+
+LORD BOSTON. And yet, not more disappointed than you, sir--witness your
+thrasonical speeches on your first landing, provided you had but elbow
+room--and Mr. Caper too, to bring over Monsieur Rigadoon, the
+dancing-master, and Signor Rosin, the fiddler forsooth; he thought, no
+doubt, to have country danc'd the rebels out of their liberty with some
+of his new cuts--with his soft music to have fascinated their wives and
+daughters, and with some of 'em, no doubt, to have taken the tour of
+America, with his reg'ment of fine, sleek, prancing horses, that have
+been feeding this six months on codfish tails; he thought to have grown
+fat with feasting, dancing, and drinking tea with the Ladies, instead of
+being the skeleton he now appears to be--not to mention any thing of his
+letter, wherein he laments Tom's absence; for[9] "had Tom been with him
+(he says) he wou'd have been out of danger, and quite secure from the
+enemy's shot."
+
+PERCY. I think, Gentlemen, we're even with you now; you have had your
+mirth and frolic with us, for dancing "Yankee Doodle," as you called it,
+from Lexington.--I find you have had a severer dance, a brave sweat at
+Bunker's Hill, and have been obliged to pay the fiddler in the bargain.
+
+CLINTON. However, Gentlemen, I approve (at proper seasons) of a little
+joking, yet I can by no means think (as we have had such bad success
+with our crackers) that this is a proper time to throw your squibs.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I grant you, sir, this is a very improper time for joking;
+for my part, I was only speaking as to my own thoughts, when Mr. Elbow
+Room made remarks, which he might as well have spared.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. I took you, sir, as meaning a reflection upon us for our
+late great loss, and particularly to myself, for expressing some
+surprise on our first landing, that you should suffer a parcel of
+ignorant peasants to drive you before 'em like sheep from Lexington; and
+I must own I was a little chagrin'd at your seeming so unconcern'd at
+such an affair as this (which had nearly prov'd our ruin), by your
+innuendoes and ironical talk of accomplish'd Generals, Roman Consuls and
+triumphs.
+
+LORD BOSTON. My mentioning accomplish'd Generals, surely, sir, was
+rather a compliment to you.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. When irony pass current for compliments, and we take it so,
+I shall have no objection to it.
+
+MR. CAPER. The affair of Lexington, My Lord Boston, at which you were so
+much affrighted (if I am rightly inform'd), was because you then stood
+on your own bottom, this of Bunker's Hill you seem secretly to rejoice
+at, only because you have three accomplish'd and experienc'd Generals to
+share the disgrace with you, besides the brave Admiral Tombstone--you
+talk of dancing and fiddling, and yet you do neither, as I see.
+
+LORD BOSTON. And pray, sir, what did you do with the commission, the
+post, the Duke of Grafton gave you, in lieu of your losses at Preston
+election, and the expenses of your trial at the king's bench for a riot,
+which had emptied your pockets?--Why you sold it--you sold it, sir--to
+raise cash to gamble with.----
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Damn it, don't let us kick up a dust among ourselves,
+to be laugh'd at fore and aft--this is a hell of a council of
+war--though I believe it will turn out one before we've done--a scolding
+and quarrelling like a parcel of damn'd butter whores--I never heard two
+whores yet scold and quarrel, but they got to fighting at last.
+
+CLINTON. Pray, Gentlemen, drop this discourse, consider the honour of
+England is at stake, and our own safety depends upon this day's
+consultation.
+
+LORD BOSTON. 'Tis not for argument's sake--but the dignity of my station
+requires others should give up first.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. Sir, I have done, lest you should also accuse me of
+obstructing the proceedings of the council of war.
+
+MR. CAPER. For the same reason I drop it now.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Well, Gentlemen, what are we met here for?
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Who the devil shou'd know, if you don't?--damn it,
+didn't you send for us?
+
+LORD BOSTON. Our late great loss of men has tore up the foundation of
+our plan, and render'd all further attempts impracticable--'t will be a
+long time ere we can expect any more reinforcements--and if they should
+arrive, I'm doubtful of their success.
+
+CLINTON. The provincials are vastly strong, and seem no novices in the
+art of war; 'tis true we gain'd the hill at last, but of what advantage
+is it to us?--none--the loss of 1400 as brave men as Britain can boast
+of, is a melancholy consideration, and must make our most sanguinary
+friends in England abate of their vigour.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. I never saw or read of any battle equal to it--never was
+more martial courage display'd, and the provincials, to do the dogs
+justice, fought like heroes, fought indeed more like devils than men;
+such carnage and destruction not exceeded by Blenheim, Minden, Fontenoy,
+Ramillies, Dettingen, the battle of the Boyne, and the late affair of
+the Spaniards and Algerines--a mere cock-fight to it--no laurels there.
+
+MR. CAPER. No, nor triumphs neither--I regret in particular the number
+of brave officers that fell that day, many of whom were of the first
+families in England.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Aye, a damn'd affair indeed--many powder'd
+beaus--petit maitres--fops--fribbles--skip jacks--macaronies--jack
+puddings--noblemen's bastards and whores' sons fell that day--and my
+poor marines stood no more chance with 'em than a cat in hell without
+claws.
+
+LORD BOSTON. It can't be help'd, Admiral; what is to be done next?
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Done?--why, what the devil have you done? nothing
+yet, but eat Paramount's beef, and steal a few Yankee sheep--and that,
+it seems, is now become a damn'd lousy, beggarly trade too, for you
+hav'n't left yourselves a mouthful to eat.
+
+[_Aside._]
+
+    "_Bold at the council board,
+    But cautious in the field, he shunn'd the sword._"
+
+LORD BOSTON. But what can we do, Admiral?
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Do?--why, suck your paws--that's all you're like to
+get. [_Aside._] But avast, I must bowse taught there, or we shall get to
+loggerheads soon, we're such damn'd fighting fellows.
+
+LORD BOSTON. We must act on the defensive this winter, till
+reinforcements arrive.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Defensive? aye, aye--if we can defend our bellies
+from hunger, and prevent a mutiny and civil war among the small guts
+there this winter, we shall make a glorious campaign of it, indeed--it
+will read well in the American Chronicles.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I expect to be recalled this winter, when I shall lay the
+case before Lord Paramount, and let him know your deplorable situation.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Aye, do--and lay it behind him too; you've got the
+weather-gage of us this tack, messmate; but I wish you a good voyage for
+all--and don't forget to tell him, the poor worms are starving too,
+having nothing to eat, but half starv'd dead soldiers and the ships'
+bottoms. [_Aside._] A cunning old fox, he's gnaw'd his way handsomely
+out of the Boston cage--but he'll never be a _wolf_, for all that.
+
+MR. CAPER. I shall desire to be recalled too--I've not been us'd to such
+fare--and not the least diversion or entertainment of any sort going
+forward here--I neither can nor will put up with it.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. I think we're all a parcel of damn'd boobies for
+coming three thousand miles upon a wild-goose chase--to perish with
+cold--starve with hunger--get our brains knock'd out, or be hang'd for
+sheep-stealing and robbing hen-roosts.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I think, Admiral, you're always grumbling--never satisfied.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Satisfied? I see no appearance of it--we have been
+here these twelve hours, scolding upon empty stomachs--you may call it a
+council of war (and so it is indeed, a war with the guts) or what you
+will--but I call it a council of famine.
+
+LORD BOSTON. As it's so late, Gentlemen, we'll adjourn the council of
+war till to-morrow at nine o'clock--I hope you'll all attend, and come
+to a conclusion.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. And I hope you'll then conclude to favour us with one
+of them fine turkeys you're keeping for your sea store [_Aside._] or
+that fine, fat, black pig you or some of your guard stole out of the
+poor Negroe's pen. As it's near Christmas, and you're going to make your
+exit--you know the old custom among the sailors--pave your way
+first--let us have one good dinner before we part, and leave us half a
+dozen pipes of Mr. Hancock's wine to drink your health, and a good
+voyage, and don't let us part with dry lips.
+
+    _Such foolish councils, with no wisdom fraught,
+    Must end in wordy words, and come to nought;
+    Just like St. James's, where they bluster, scold,
+    They nothing know--yet they despise being told._
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[9] See Burgoyne's letter.
+
+
+
+
+ACT V.
+
+
+SCENE I. _At Montreal._
+
+_GENERAL PRESCOT and OFFICER._
+
+GENERAL PRESCOT.
+
+So it seems indeed, one misfortune seldom comes alone.--The rebels,
+after the taking of Ticonderoga and Chamblee, as I just now learn by a
+Savage, marched immediately to besiege St. John's, and are now before
+that place, closely investing it, and no doubt intend paying us a visit
+soon.
+
+OFFICER. Say you so? then 'tis time to look about us.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. They'll find us prepar'd, I'll warrant 'em, to give 'em
+such a reception as they little dream of--a parcel of Yankee dogs.
+
+OFFICER. Their success, no doubt, has elated them, and given 'em hopes
+of conquering all Canada soon, if that's their intent.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. No doubt it is--but I'll check their career a little.----
+
+_Enter SCOUTING OFFICER, with COLONEL ALLEN, and other prisoners._
+
+SCOUTING OFFICER. Sir, I make bold to present you with a few
+prisoners--they are a scouting detachment from the army besieging St.
+John's.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Prisoners? Rebels, I suppose, and scarcely worth hanging.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Sir, you suppose wrong--you mean scarcely worth your while
+to attempt.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Pray, who are you, sir?
+
+COL. ALLEN. A man, sir, and who had the honour, till now, to command
+those brave men, whom you call rebels.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. What is your name? If I may be so bold?
+
+COL. ALLEN. Allen.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Allen?
+
+COL. ALLEN. Yes, Allen.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Are you that Allen, that Colonel Allen (as they call him)
+that dar'd to take Ticonderoga?
+
+COL. ALLEN. The same--the very man.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Then rebels you are, and as such I shall treat you, for
+daring to oppose Lord Paramount's troops, and the laws of the land.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Prisoners we are, 'tis true--but we despise the name of a
+rebel--With more propriety that name is applicable to your master--'tis
+he who attempts to destroy the laws of the land, not us--we mean to
+support them, and defend our property against Paramount's and
+parliamentary tyranny.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. To answer you were a poorness of spirit I despise; when
+rebels dare accuse, power that replies, forgets to punish; I am not to
+argue that point with you: And let me tell you, sir, whoever you are, it
+now ill becomes you thus to talk--You're my prisoner--your life is in my
+hands, and you shall suffer immediately--Guards! take them away.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Cruel insult!--pardon these brave men!--what they have done
+has been by my orders--I am the only guilty person (if guilt there be),
+let me alone suffer for them all. [_Opening his breast._] Here! take
+your revenge--Why do you hesitate?--Will you not strike a breast that
+ne'er will flinch from your pointed bayonet?
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Provoke me not--Remember you're my prisoners.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Our souls are free!--Strike, cowards, strike!--I scorn to
+beg my life.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Guards! away with them--I'll reserve you for a more
+ignominious death--your fate is fix'd--away with them.
+
+COL. ALLEN. [_Going off._] Be glutted, ye thirsters after human
+blood--Come, see me suffer--mark my eye, and scorn me, if my expiring
+soul confesses fear--Come, see and be taught virtue, and to die as a
+patriot for the wrongs of my country.
+
+                                       [_Exeunt PRISONERS and GUARDS._
+
+
+SCENE II. _A Dungeon._
+
+COL. ALLEN. What! ye infernal monsters! murder us in the dark?--What
+place is this?--Who reigns king of these gloomy mansions?--You might
+favour us at least with one spark of light--Ye cannot see to do your
+business here.
+
+OFFICER. 'Tis our orders.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Ye dear, ye brave, wretched friends!--now would I die for ye
+all--ye share a death I wou'd gladly excuse you from--'Tis not death I
+fear--this is only bodily death--but to die noteless in the silent dark,
+is to die scorn'd, and shame our suff'ring country--we fall undignify'd
+by villains' hands--a sacrifice to Britain's outcast blood-hounds--This,
+this shakes the soul!--Come then, ye murderers, since it must be so--do
+your business speedily--Farewell, my friends! to die with you is now my
+noblest claim since to die for you was a choice deny'd--What are ye
+about?--Stand off, ye wretches!
+
+OFFICER. I am order'd to lay you in irons. [_They seize him._] You must
+submit.
+
+COL. ALLEN. What, do you mean to torture us to death with chains, racks
+and gibbets? rather despatch us immediately--Ye executioners, ye
+inquisitors, does this cruelty proceed from the lenity I shewed to the
+prisoners I took?--Did it offend you that I treated them with
+friendship, generosity, honour and humanity?--If it did, our suff'rings
+will redound more to our honour, and our fall be the more glorious--But
+remember, this fall will prove your own one day--Wretches! I fear you
+not, do your worst; and while I here lay suff'ring and chain'd on my
+back to the damp floor, I'll yet pray for your conversion.
+
+OFFICER. Excuse us, we have only obey'd our order.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Then I forgive you; but pray execute them.
+
+    _Oh! my lost friends! 'tis liberty, not breath,
+    Gives the brave life. Shun slav'ry more than death.
+    He who spurns fear, and dares disdain to be,
+    Mocks chains and wrongs--and is forever free;
+    While the base coward, never safe, tho' low,
+    Creeps but to suff'rings, and lives on for woe!_
+
+                                                     [_Exeunt GUARDS._
+
+
+SCENE III. _In the Camp at Cambridge._
+
+_GENERAL WASHINGTON, GENERAL LEE, and GENERAL PUTNAM._
+
+GENERAL WASHINGTON.
+
+Our accounts from the Northward, so far, are very favourable;
+Ticonderoga, Chamblee, St. John's and Montreal our troops are already in
+possession of--and Colonel Arnold, having penetrated Canada, after
+suff'ring much thro' cold, fatigue and want of provisions, is now before
+Quebec, and General Montgomery, I understand, is in full march to join
+him; see these letters.
+
+                                                         [_They read._
+
+GEN. LEE. The brave, the intrepid Arnold, with his handful of fearless
+troops, have dar'd beyond the strength of mortals--Their courage smil'd
+at doubts, and resolutely march'd on, clamb'ring (to all but themselves)
+insurmountable precipices, whose tops, covered with ice and snow, lay
+hid in the clouds, and dragging baggage, provisions, ammunition and
+artillery along with them, by main strength, in the dead of winter, over
+such stupendous and amazing heights, seems almost unparallelled in
+history!--'Tis true, Hannibal's march over the Alps comes the nearest to
+it--it was a surprising undertaking, but when compar'd to this, appears
+but as a party of pleasure, an agreeable walk, a sabbath day's journey.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Posterity will stand amazed, and be astonish'd at the
+heroes of this new world, that the spirit of patriotism should blaze to
+such a height, and eclipse all others, should outbrave fatigue, danger,
+pain, peril, famine and even death itself, to serve their country; that
+they should march, at this inclement season, thro' long and dreary
+deserts, thro' the remotest wilds, covered with swamps and standing
+lakes, beset with trees, bushes and briars, impervious to the cheering
+rays of the sun, where are no traces or vestiges of human footsteps,
+wild, untrodden paths, that strike terror into the fiercest of the brute
+creation.
+
+    _No bird of song to cheer the gloomy desert!
+    No animals of gentle love's enliven!_
+
+GEN. LEE. Let Britons do the like--no--they dare not attempt it--let 'em
+call forth the Hanoverian, the Hessian, the hardy Ruffian, or, if they
+will, the wild Cossacks and Kalmucks of Tartary, and they would tremble
+at the thought! And who but Americans dare undertake it? The wond'ring
+moon and stars stood aloof, and turn'd pale at the sight!
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I rejoice to hear the Canadians received them kindly,
+after their fatigue furnish'd them with the necessaries of life, and
+otherways treated them very humanely--And the savages, whose hair stood
+on end, and look'd and listen'd with horror and astonishment at the
+relation of the fatigues and perils they underwent, commiserated them,
+and afforded all the succour in their power.
+
+GEN. LEE. The friendship of the Canadians and Savages, or even their
+neutrality alone, are favourable circumstances that cannot fail to
+hearten our men; and the junction of General Montgomery will inspire 'em
+with fresh ardour.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Heavens prosper 'em!
+
+_Enter OFFICER and EXPRESS._
+
+OFFICER. Sir, here's an Express.
+
+EXPRESS. I have letters to your Excellency.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. From whence?
+
+EXPRESS. From Canada, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. From the army?
+
+EXPRESS. From the headquarters, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I hope matters go well there.--Had General Montgomery
+join'd Colonel Arnold when you left it?
+
+EXPRESS. He had, sir--these letters are from both those gentlemen.
+
+                                             [_Gives him the letters._
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Very well. You may now withdraw and refresh yourself,
+unless you've further to say--I'll dispatch you shortly.
+
+EXPRESS. Nothing further, sir.
+
+                                        [_Exeunt OFFICER and EXPRESS._
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. [_Opens and reads the letter to GENERALS LEE and
+PUTNAM._] I am well pleased with their contents--all but the behaviour
+of the haughty Carleton--to fire upon a flag of truce, hitherto
+unprecedented, even amongst Savages or Algerines--his cruelty to the
+prisoners is cowardly, and personal ill treatment of General Montgomery
+is unbecoming a General--a soldier--and beneath a Gentleman--and leaves
+an indelible mark of brutality--I hope General Montgomery, however, will
+not follow his example.
+
+GEN. LEE. I hope so too, sir--if it can be avoided; it's a disgrace to
+the soldier, and a scandal to the Gentleman--so long as I've been a
+soldier, my experience has not furnish'd me with a like instance.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I see no reason why he shou'dn't be paid in his own
+coin.--If a man bruises my heel, I'll break his head--I cannot see the
+reason or propriety of bearing with their insults--does he not know it's
+in our power to retaliate fourfold?
+
+GEN. LEE. Let's be good natur'd, General--let us see a little more of it
+first----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I think we have seen enough of it already for this
+twelve-months past. Methinks the behaviour of Lord Boston, the ill
+treatment of poor Allen, to be thrown into a loathsome dungeon like a
+murderer, be loaded with irons, and transported like a convict, would
+sufficiently rouse us to a just retaliation--that imperious red coat,
+Carleton, should be taught good manners--I hope to see him ere long in
+our College at Cambridge----
+
+GEN. LEE. I doubt; he'll be too cunning, and play truant--he has no
+notion of learning American manners; ev'ry dog must have his day (as the
+saying is); it may be our time by and by--the event of war is
+uncertain----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Very true, sir; but don't let us be laugh'd at forever.
+
+_Enter an OFFICER in haste._
+
+OFFICER. Sir, a messenger this moment from Quebec waits to be admitted.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Let him enter.
+
+                                                      [_Exit OFFICER._
+
+_Enter MESSENGER._
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. What news bring you?
+
+MESSENGER. I am sorry, sir, to be the bearer of an unpleasing tale----
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Bad news have you?--have you letters?
+
+MESSENGER. None, sir--I came off at a moment's warning--my message is
+verbal.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Then relate what you know.
+
+MESSENGER. After the arrival and junction of General Montgomery's troops
+with Colonel Arnold's, Carleton was summoned to surrender; he disdaining
+any answer, fir'd on the flag of truce----
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. That we have heard--go on.
+
+MESSENGER. The General finding no breach could be effected in any
+reasonable time, their walls being vastly strong, and his cannon rather
+light, determined to attempt it by storm--The enemy were apprized of
+it--however, he passed the first barrier, and was attempting the second,
+where he was unfortunately killed, with several other brave officers----
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Is General Montgomery killed?
+
+MESSENGER. He is certainly, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I am sorry for it--a brave man--I could wish him a
+better fate!----
+
+GEN. LEE. I lament the loss of him--a resolute soldier----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Pity such bravery should prove unsuccessful, such merit
+unrewarded;--but the irreversible decree of Providence!--who can
+gainsay?--we may lament the loss of a friend, but 'tis irreligious to
+murmur at pre-ordination. What happ'ned afterwards?
+
+MESSENGER. The officer next in command, finding their attacks at that
+time unsuccessful, retired in good order.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. What became of Colonel Arnold?
+
+MESSENGER. Colonel Arnold, at the head of about three hundred and fifty
+brave troops, and Captain Lamb's company of artillery, having in the
+mean time passed through St. Rocques, attacked a battery, and carried
+it, tho' well defended, with the loss of some men--
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I hope they proved more successful.
+
+GEN. LEE. Aye, let us hear.
+
+MESSENGER. The Colonel about this time received a wound in his leg, and
+was obliged to crawl as well as he cou'd to the hospital, thro' the fire
+of the enemy, and within fifty yards of the walls, but, thro'
+Providence, escap'd any further damage.----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Aye, providential indeed!
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Is he dangerously wounded?
+
+MESSENGER. I am told not, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I am glad of it.--What follow'd?
+
+MESSENGER. His brave troops pushed on to the second barrier, and took
+possession of it.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Very good--proceed.
+
+MESSENGER. A party of the enemy then sallying out from the palace-gate,
+attacked them in the rear, whom they fought with incredible bravery for
+three hours, and deeds of eternal fame were done; but being surrounded
+on all sides, and overpowered by numbers, were at last obliged to submit
+themselves as prisoners of war.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Heav'ns! could any thing prove more unlucky? such brave
+fellows deserve better treatment than they'll get (I'm afraid) from the
+inhuman Carleton.
+
+GEN. LEE. Such is the fortune of war, and the vicissitudes attending a
+military life; to-day conquerors, to-morrow prisoners.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. He dares not treat them ill--only as prisoners. Did you
+learn how those brave fellows were treated?
+
+MESSENGER. It was currently reported in the camp they were treated very
+humanely.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. A change for the better.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Produc'd by fear, no doubt from General Montgomery's
+letter--but no matter from what cause.
+
+GEN. LEE. How far did the remainder of the army retire?
+
+MESSENGER. About two miles from the city, where they are posted very
+advantageously, continuing the blockade, and waiting for reinforcements.
+
+GEN. LEE. Did the enemy shew any peculiar marks of distinction to the
+corpse of General Montgomery?
+
+MESSENGER. He was interred in Quebec, with ev'ry possible mark of
+distinction.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. What day did the affair happen on?
+
+MESSENGER. On the last day of the year.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. A remarkable day! When was the General interred?
+
+MESSENGER. The second of January.
+
+GEN. LEE. What number of men in the whole attack was killed? did you
+learn?
+
+MESSENGER. About sixty killed and wounded.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Have you any thing further to communicate?
+
+MESSENGER. Nothing, sir, but to inform you they are all in good spirits,
+and desire reinforcements, and heavy artillery may be sent them as soon
+as possible.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. That be our business--with all despatch. You may for
+the present withdraw. Serjeant!
+
+_Enter SERJEANT._
+
+SERJEANT. I wait your order, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. See that the Messenger and his horse want for nothing.
+
+SERJEANT. I shall, sir.
+
+                                     [_Exeunt SERJEANT and MESSENGER._
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I'll despatch an Express to the Congress. This repulse,
+if I mistake not (or victory, as Carleton may call it), will stand 'em
+but in little stead--'t will be only a temporary reprieve--we'll
+reinforce our friends, let the consequence be what it may--Quebec must
+fall, and the lofty strong walls and brazen gates (the shield of
+cowards) must tumble by an artificial earthquake; should they continue
+in their obstinacy, we'll arm our friends with missive thunders in their
+hands, and stream death on them swifter than the winds.
+
+GEN. LEE. I lament the loss of the valiant Montgomery and his brave
+officers and soldiers (at this time more especially) 'tis the fortune of
+war, 'tis unavoidable; yet, I doubt not, out of their ashes will arise
+new heroes.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Who can die a more glorious, a more honourable death than
+in their country's cause?--let it redouble our ardour, and kindle a
+noble emulation in our breasts--let each American be determined to
+conquer or die in a righteous cause.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I have drawn my sword, and never will I sheathe it,
+till America is free, or I'm no more.
+
+GEN. LEE. Peace is despaired of, and who can think of submission? The
+last petition from the Congress, like the former, has been disregarded;
+they prayed but for liberty, peace and safety, and their omnipotent
+authoritative supreme-ships will grant them neither: War, then, war open
+and understood, must be resolved on; this, this will humble their pride,
+will bring their tyrant noses to the ground, teach 'em humility, and
+force them to hearken to reason when 'tis too late. My noble General, I
+join you. [_Drawing his sword._] I'll away with the scabbard, and
+sheathe my sword in the bosom of tyranny.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Have you not read the speech, where frowning revenge and
+sounds of awful dread for disgrace at Lexington and loss at Bunker's
+Hill echo forth? Not smiling peace, or pity, tame his sullen soul; but,
+Pharaoh-like, on the wings of tyranny he rides and forfeits happiness to
+feast revenge, till the waters of the red sea of blood deluge the
+tyrant, with his mixed host of vile cut-throats, murderers, and bloody
+butchers.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Yet, finding they cannot conquer us, gladly would they
+make it up by a voluntary free-will offering of a million of money in
+bribes, rather than be obliged to relish the thoughts of sacrificing
+their cursed pride and false honour, they sending over to amuse us (to
+put us off our guard) a score or two of commissioners with sham
+negotiations in great state, to endeavour to effect, by bribery,
+deception and chicanery, what they cannot accomplish by force. Perish
+such wretches!--detested be their schemes!--Perish such monsters!--a
+reproach to human understanding--their vaunted boasts and threats will
+vanish like smoke, and be no more than like snow falling on the moist
+ground, melt in silence, and waste away--Blasted, forever blasted be the
+hand of the villainous traitor that receives their gold upon such
+terms--may he become leprous, like Naaman, the Syrian, yea, rather like
+Gehazi, the servant of Elisha, that it may stick to him for ever.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I join you both, and swear by all the heroes of
+New-England, that this arm, tho' fourscore and four [_Drawing his
+sword._], still nervous and strong, shall wield this sword to the last
+in the support of liberty and my country, revenge the insult offer'd to
+the immortal Montgomery, and brutal treatment of the brave Allen.
+
+    _O Liberty! thou sunshine of the heart!
+    Thou smile of nature, and thou soul of art!
+    Without thy aid no human hope cou'd grow,
+    And all we cou'd enjoy were turn'd to woe._
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+THE EPILOGUE.
+
+SPOKEN BY MR. FREEMAN.
+
+
+    Since tyrants reign, and lust and lux'ry rule;
+    Since kings turn Neroes--statesmen play the fool;
+    Since parli'ment in cursed league combine,
+    To sport with rights that's sacred and divine;
+    Destroying towns with direful conflagration,
+    And murder subjects without provocation!
+    These are but part of evils we could name,
+    Not to their glory, but eternal shame.
+    Petitions--waste paper--great Pharaoh cries,
+    Nor care a rush for your remonstrances.
+    Each Jacobite, and ev'ry pimping Tory,
+    Waits for your wealth, to raise his future glory:
+    Or pensions sure, must ev'ry rascal have,
+    Who strove his might, to make FREEMAN a slave.
+    Since this the case, to whom for succour cry?
+    To God, our swords, and sons of liberty!
+    Cast off the idol god!--kings are but vain!
+    Let justice rule, and independence reign.
+    Are ye not men? Pray who made men, but God?
+    Yet men make kings--to tremble at their nod!
+    What nonsense this--let's wrong with right oppose,
+    Since nought will do, but sound, impartial blows.
+    Let's act in earnest, not with vain pretence, }
+    Adopt the language of sound COMMON SENSE,     }
+    And with one voice proclaim INDEPENDENCE.     }
+    Convince your foes you will defend your right,
+    That blows and knocks is all they will get by 't.
+    Let tyrants see that you are well prepar'd,
+    By proclamations, sword, nor speeches scar'd;
+    That liberty freeborn breathe in each soul!
+    One god-like union animate the whole!
+
+_End of the First Campaign._
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES
+
+General: Inconsistent hyphenation of eye(-)lids preserved as in original
+General: Inconsistent punctuation of Bunker(')s-Hill preserved as in
+original
+General: Variable punctuation after Roman numerals (e.g. iv.) preserved as
+in original
+Page 290: , added after JUDAS
+Page 293: "confident" as in original
+Page 305: "They has often been told" as in original
+Page 314: . added after "time to find him
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+<div class="tnote"><p class="center"><b>Transcriber's Note:</b></p>
+<p>This e-book contains the text of <i>The Fall of British Tyranny</i>, extracted from
+<b>Representative Plays by American Dramatists: Vol 1, 1765-1819</b>. Comments and
+background to all the plays, and links to the other plays are available
+<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/29221/29221-h/29221-h.htm">here</a>.</p>
+<p>For your convenience, the transcribers have provided the following links:</p>
+<p class="center">
+<a href="#JOHN_LEACOCK"><b>JOHN LEACOCK</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_DEDICATION"><b>THE DEDICATION</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_PREFACE"><b>THE PREFACE</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_GODDESS_OF_LIBERTY"><b>THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_PROLOGUE"><b>THE PROLOGUE</b></a><br />
+<a href="#DRAMATIS_PERSONAE"><b>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ACT_I"><b>ACT I.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ACT_II"><b>ACT II.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ACT_III"><b>ACT III.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ACT_IV"><b>ACT IV.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ACT_V"><b>ACT V.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_EPILOGUE"><b>THE EPILOGUE.</b></a><br />
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<h1 class="gap3">THE FALL</h1>
+
+<h3>OF</h3>
+
+<h1>BRITISH TYRANNY</h1>
+
+<h2><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">John Leacock</span></h2>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h3 class="gap3"><a name="JOHN_LEACOCK" id="JOHN_LEACOCK"></a>JOHN LEACOCK</h3>
+
+
+<p>Among the elusive figures of early American Drama stands
+John Leacock, author of "The Fall of British Tyranny,"<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> published
+in 1776, in Philadelphia. Even more elusive is the identification,
+inasmuch as his name has been spelled variously Leacock,
+Lacock, and Laycock. To add to the confusion, Watson's
+"Annals of Philadelphia," on the reminiscent word of an old
+resident of that town, declares that Joseph Leacock penned
+"The Medley."<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> "He wrote also a play, with good humour,"
+says this authority, "called 'British Tyranny.'" On careful
+search of the files, no definite information in regard to Leacock
+has been forthcoming. The dedication to "The Fall of British
+Tyranny" was signed "Dick Rifle," but there is no information
+to be traced from this pseudonym.</p>
+
+<p>Searching the Colonial Records of Pennsylvania, I discovered
+no less than three John Leacocks mentioned, all of whom were
+Coroners, as well as a Joseph Leacock, who occupied the same
+position. Examining the Records of the Pennsylvania Soldiers
+of the Revolution, I found several John Leacocks in the ranks
+as privates, and also one John Laycock.</p>
+
+<p>Professor Moses Coit Tyler, in his "Literary History of the
+American Revolution" (ii, 198), giving a list of the characters
+in the play and the names of those supposed to be lampooned,
+analyzes the piece thoroughly, and says, "From internal evidence,
+it must be inferred that the writing of the play was finished
+after the publication of 'Common Sense' in January, 1776,
+and before the news had reached Philadelphia of the evacuation
+of Boston, March 17, 1776." Though Sabin takes for granted
+that Leacock wrote "The Fall of British Tyranny," Hildeburn,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>in the "Issues of the Press" (ii, 249), states that it is "said to have
+been written by Mr. Laycock of Philadelphia." If the John
+Leacock, whose name appears in the Philadelphia Directory of
+1802, is the one who wrote "The Fall of British Tyranny," following
+that clue we find his name disappearing from the Directory
+in 1804. Hence, he must either have died, or have moved
+away from Philadelphia.</p>
+
+<p>The elusive name of Leacock is to be considered also in connection
+with an opera entitled, "The Disappointment; or, The
+Force of Credulity," signed by Andrew Barton,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> supposed to be
+a pseudonym, and attributed variously to "Colonel" Thomas
+Forrest and to John Leacock. I already have had occasion to
+mention "The Disappointment" in connection with Godfrey's
+"The Prince of Parthia." The reader will remember that in
+1767 "The Disappointment" was put into rehearsal, but was
+suddenly withdrawn in preference to Godfrey's piece. This
+play has been fully and interestingly analyzed by O. G. Sonneck,
+who gives the reasons for the withdrawal of the play from
+rehearsal by the American Company of Philadelphia, 1767.
+These reasons are definitely stated in the <i>Pennsylvania Gazette</i>
+for April 16, 1767, which contains this warning in the American
+Company's advertisement of "The Mourning Bride": "N.B. 'The
+Disappointment' (that was advertised for Monday), as it contains
+personal Reflections, is unfit for the Stage."</p>
+
+<p>The reason why this piece is attributed to "Colonel" Thomas
+Forrest is that there is a memorandum in substantiation on the
+title-page of a copy owned by the Library Company of Philadelphia.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Sonneck gives further and more extensive treatment of
+the subject in his excellent book on "Early Opera in America,"
+(Schirmer, 1915) as well as in "Sammelb&auml;nde der Internationale
+Musik Gesellschaft," for 1914-1915.</p>
+
+<p>We mention the matter here, because, although Sonneck enters
+into a long discussion of the life of Forrest, he fails to give any
+satisfactory account of John Leacock. In fact, he says in
+closing, "If Andrew Barton, Esq., is to be a pseudonym, it seems
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span>to me that John Leacock, claimed (by Mr. Hildeburn) to have
+written the tragi-comedy of 'The Fall of British Tyranny,'
+should not be cast aside so cheerfully in favour of Thomas Forrest."</p>
+
+<p>Seilhamer and Durang, referring to the matter, mention
+Joseph Leacock as a claimant for the authorship of "The Disappointment,"
+and say that he was a jeweler and a silversmith
+in Philadelphia; they also mention John Leacock, the Coroner.
+Durang, in the "History of the Philadelphia Stage," throws all
+weight in favour of Thomas Forrest. Sonneck says further,
+regarding the matter,&mdash;"We may dispose of Joseph by saying
+that he seems to have been among the dead when, in 1796, the
+second edition of 'The Disappointment,' revised and corrected
+by the author, was issued. On the other hand, Coroner John
+Leacock figures in the Philadelphia Directories even later."</p>
+
+<p>So the matter stands. The play, however, is a very definite
+contribution, illustrating how quickly the American spirit
+changed in the days preceding the Revolution. Imagine, in
+1762, the students of the College of New Jersey giving a piece
+entitled "The Military Glory of Great Britain;"<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and so short
+a time afterwards, only fourteen years, in fact, a piece with the
+title, "The Fall of British Tyranny," being greeted by the
+theatre-going public! Leacock's attempt may be taken as the
+first example that we have of an American chronicle play. And
+it is likewise significant as being the first literary piece in which
+George Washington appears as a character. In the advertisement,
+the play is thus described (see Ford):</p>
+
+<p>"A pleasing scene between Roger and Dick, two shepherds
+near Lexington.</p>
+
+<p>"Clarissa, etc. A very moving scene on the death of Dr. Warren,
+etc., in a chamber near Boston, the morning after the battle
+of Bunker's Hill.</p>
+
+<p>"A humorous scene between the Boatswain and a Sailor on
+board a man-of-war, near Norfolk in Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Two very laughable scenes between the Boatswain, two
+Sailors and the Cook, exhibiting specimens of seafaring oratory,
+and peculiar eloquence of those sons of Neptune, touching
+Tories, Convicts, and Black Regulars: and between Lord Kidnapper
+and the Boatswain.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p>
+<p>"A very black scene between Lord Kidnapper and Major
+Cudjo.</p>
+
+<p>"A religious scene between Lord Kidnapper, Chaplain, and
+the Captain.</p>
+
+<p>"A scene, the Lord Mayor, etc., going to St. James's with the
+address.</p>
+
+<p>"A droll scene, a council of war in Boston, Admiral Tombstone,
+Elbow Room, Mr. Caper, General Clinton and Earl Piercy.</p>
+
+<p>"A diverting scene between a Whig and a Tory.</p>
+
+<p>"A spirited scene between General Prescott and Colonel Allen.</p>
+
+<p>"A shocking scene, a dungeon, between Colonel Allen and an
+officer of the guard.</p>
+
+<p>"Two affecting scenes in Boston after the flight of the regulars
+from Lexington, between Lord Boston, messenger and
+officers of the guard.</p>
+
+<p>"A patriotic scene in the camp at Cambridge, between the
+Generals Washington, Lee, and Putnam, etc., etc."</p>
+
+<p>It is interesting to note that in the Abb&eacute; Robin's discerning
+remarks, concerning the effect of drama on the pupils of Harvard
+in 1781, and on the general appeal of drama among the American
+Patriots, he mentions "The Fall of British Tyranny" without
+giving the author's name.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The Fall/of/British Tyranny;/or,/American Liberty/Triumphant./The First
+Campaign./A Tragi-Comedy of Five Acts,/as Lately Planned/at the Royal Theatrum
+Pandemonium,/at St. James's./The Principal Place of Action in America./Publish'd
+According to Act of Parliament./Quis furor &ocirc; cives! qu&aelig; tanta licentia ferri?/Lucan.
+lib. I. ver. 8./What blind, detested madness could afford/Such horrid licence
+to the murd'ring sword?/Rowe./Philadelphia:/Printed by Styner and Cist, in Second-street,/near
+Arch-street. M DCC LXXVI.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> "The Medley; or, Harlequin Have At Ye All." A pantomime produced at
+Covent Garden, and published in 1778.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> From Sabin, I take the following:
+</p><p>
+<span class="smcap">Barton</span> (A.) "The Disappointment; or, The Force of Credulity." A new American
+Comic Opera, of two Acts. By Andrew Barton, Esq. [Motto.] <i>New York,
+Printed in the year</i> M, DCC, LXVIII. 8vo. pp. v., 58. P. t. Second edition, revised
+and corrected, with large additions, by the Author. <i>Philadelphia</i>, Francis Shallus,
+1796. 12 mo. pp. iv., 94, p. 3801. [Sabin also notes that the Philadelphia Library
+copy is very rare, with MS Key to the characters, who were Philadelphians. Air
+No. iv is Yankee Doodle (1767).]</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> The Title-page runs as follows:
+</p><p>
+The/Military Glory/of/Great-Britain,/an/Entertainment,/given by the late Candidates
+for/Bachelor's Degree,/At the close of the/Anniversary Commencement,
+held/in/Nassau-Hall/New-Jersey/September 29th, 1762./Philadelphia:/Printed by
+William Bradford, M, DCC, LXII.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/image_282.png" width="426" height="689" alt="THE FALL OF BRITISH TYRANNY OR, AMERICAN LIBERTY TRIUMPHANT. Fac-Simile Title-Page of the First Edition" title="THE FALL OF BRITISH TYRANNY OR, AMERICAN LIBERTY TRIUMPHANT." />
+<span class="caption smcap">Fac-Simile Title-Page of the First Edition</span></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="THE_DEDICATION" id="THE_DEDICATION"></a><i>THE DEDICATION</i></h2>
+
+<div class="hangindent"><p>To Lord Boston, Lord Kidnapper, and the innumerable and
+never-ending Clan of Macs and Donalds upon Donalds, and
+the Remnant of the Gentlemen Officers, Actors, Merry
+Andrews, strolling Players, Pirates, and Buccaneers in
+America.</p></div>
+
+
+<p>My Lords and Gentlemen:</p>
+
+<p><i>Understanding you are vastly fond of plays and farces, and
+frequently exhibit them for your own amusement, and the laudable
+purpose of ridiculing your masters (the <span class="smcap">Yankees</span>, as you call
+'em), it was expected you would have been polite enough to have
+favoured the world, or America at least (at whose expense you act
+them), with some of your play-bills, or with a sample of your composition.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>I shall, however, not copy your churlishness, but dedicate the
+following Tragi-Comedy to your patronage, and for your future
+entertainment; and as the most of you have already acted your
+particular parts of it, both comic and tragic, in reality at Lexington,
+Bunker's-Hill, the Great-Bridge, &amp;c., &amp;c., &amp;c., to the very great
+applause of yourselves, tho' not of the whole house, no doubt you will
+preserve the marks, or memory of it, as long as you live, as it is
+wrote in capital American characters and letters of blood on your
+posteriors: And however some Whigs may censure you for your
+affected mirth (as they term it, in the deplorable situation you are
+now in, like hogs in a pen, and in want of elbow room), yet I can
+by no means agree with them, but think it a proof of true heroism
+and philosophy, to endeavour to make the best of a bad bargain, and
+laugh at yourselves, to prevent others from laughing at you; and
+tho' you are deprived of the use of your teeth, it is no reason you
+should be bereaved of the use of your tongues, your eyes, your ears,
+and your risible faculties and powers. That would be cruel indeed!
+after the glorious and fatiguing campaign you have made, and the
+many signal victories obtained over whole herds of cattle and swine,
+routing flocks of sheep, lambs and geese, storming hen-roosts, and
+taking them prisoners, and thereby raising the glory of Old England<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>
+to a pitch she never knew before. And ye Macs, and ye Donalds
+upon Donalds, go on, and may our gallows-hills and liberty poles
+be honour'd and adorn'd with some of your heads: Why should
+Tyburn and Temple-bar make a monopoly of so valuable a commodity?</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Wishing you abundance of entertainment in the re-acting this
+Tragi-Comedy, and of which I should be proud to take a part with
+you, tho' I have reason to think you would not of choice let me come
+within three hundred yards of your stage, lest I should rob you of
+your laurels, receive the clap of the whole house, and pass for a
+second Garrick among you, as you know I always act with applause,
+speak bold&mdash;point blank&mdash;off hand&mdash;and without prompter.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>I am</i>, My Lords and Gentlemen Buffoons,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left:30%"><i>Your always ready humble servant,</i></p>
+<p style="margin-left:60%"><span class="smcap">Dick Rifle.</span></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="THE_PREFACE" id="THE_PREFACE"></a>THE PREFACE</h2>
+
+
+<p>Solomon said, "Oppression makes a wise man mad:" but
+what would he have said, had he lived in these days, and
+seen the oppression of the people of Boston, and the distressed
+situation of the inhabitants of Charlestown, Falmouth, Stonnington,
+Bristol, Norfolk, &amp;c.? Would he not have said, "The
+tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for
+thirst; the young children ask for bread, but no man breaketh
+it unto them?" "They that did feed delicately, perish in the
+streets; they that were brought up in scarlet, embrace the
+dung." What would he have said of rejected petitions, disregarded
+supplications, and contemned remonstrances? Would
+he not have said, "From hardness of heart, good Lord, deliver
+us?" What would he have said of a freeborn people butchered&mdash;their
+towns desolated, and become an heap of ashes&mdash;their
+inhabitants become beggars, wanderers and vagabonds&mdash;by the
+cruel orders of an unrelenting tyrant, wallowing in luxury, and
+wantonly wasting the people's wealth, to oppress them the more?
+Would he not have said, it was oppression and ingratitude in the
+highest degree, exceeding the oppression of the children of Israel?
+and, like Moses, have cried out, let the people go? Would he
+not have wondered at our patience and long-suffering, and have
+said, "'Tis time to change our master!&mdash;'Tis time to part!"&mdash;And
+had he been an American born, would he not have shewed his
+wisdom by adopting the language of independency? Happy
+then for America in these fluctuating times, she is not without
+her Solomons, who see the necessity of heark'ning to reason, and
+listening to the voice of <span class="smcap">Common Sense</span>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="THE_GODDESS_OF_LIBERTY" id="THE_GODDESS_OF_LIBERTY"></a>THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hail! Patriots,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> hail! by me inspired be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speak boldly, think and act for Liberty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">United sons, America's choice band,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye Patriots firm, ye sav'ours of the land.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hail! Patriots, hail! rise with the rising sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor quit your labour, till the work is done.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye early risers in your country's cause,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shine forth at noon, for Liberty and Laws.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Build a strong tow'r, whose fabric may endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Firm as a rock, from tyranny secure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet would you build my fabric to endure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be your hearts warm&mdash;but let your hands be pure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never to shine, yourselves, your country sell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But think you nobly, while in place act well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let no self-server general trust betray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No picque, no party, bar the public way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Front an arm'd world, with union on your side:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No foe shall shake you&mdash;if no friends divide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At night repose, and sweetly take your rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None sleeps so sound as those by conscience blest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May martyr'd patriots whisper in your ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tread the paths of virtue without fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May pleasing visions charm your patriot eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Freedom's sons shall hail you blest and wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hail! my last hope, she cries, inspired by me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wish, talk, write, fight, and die&mdash;for <span class="smcap">Liberty</span>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> The Congress</p></div>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="THE_PROLOGUE" id="THE_PROLOGUE"></a>THE PROLOGUE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Spoken by</i> Mr. Peter Buckstail.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since 'tis the fashion, preface, prologue next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Else what's a play?&mdash;like sermon without text!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since 'tis the fashion then, I'll not oppose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For what's a man if he's without a nose?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The curtain's up&mdash;the music's now begun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is 't?&mdash;Why murder, fire, and sword, and gun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What scene?&mdash;Why blood!&mdash;What act?&mdash;Fight and be free!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or be ye slaves&mdash;and give up liberty!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blest Continent, while groaning nations round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bend to the servile yoke, ignobly bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May ye be free&mdash;nor ever be opprest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By murd'ring tyrants, but a land of rest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What say ye to 't? what says the audience?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methinks I hear some whisper <span class="smcap">Common Sense</span>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark! what say them Tories?&mdash;Silence&mdash;let 'em speak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor fools! dumb&mdash;they hav'n't spoke a word this week,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dumb let 'em be, at full end of their tethers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twill save the expense of tar and of feathers:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since old Pluto's lurch'd 'em, and swears he does not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If more these Tory puppy curs will bark or no.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now ring the bell&mdash;Come forth, ye actors, come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Tragedy's begun, beat, beat the drum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's all advance, equipt like volunteers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oppose the foe, and banish all our fears.<br /></span>
+<table summary="bigbrace1" style="padding:0;border:0;border-collapse:collapse;margin-left:0%;">
+<tr>
+<td><span class="i0">We will be free&mdash;or bravely we will die,</span></td>
+<td rowspan="3" style="font-size:300%;">}</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><span class="i0">And leave to Tories tyrants' legacy,</span></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><span class="i0">And all our share of its dependency.</span></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE" id="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE"></a>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</h2>
+
+<table summary="Dramatis Personae">
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Paramount</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Bute.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Mocklaw</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Mansfield.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Hypocrite</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Dartmouth.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Poltron</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Sandwich.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Catspaw</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. North.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Wisdom</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Chatham.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Religion</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Bishop of St. Asaph.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Justice</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Camden.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Wilkes.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Bold Irishman</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Burke.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Judas</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Hutchinson.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Charley</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Jenkinson.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Brazen</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Wedderburne.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Colonel</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Barre.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Boston</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Gage.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Graves.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Elbow Room</span>,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Howe.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Mr. Caper</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Burgoyne.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="padded"><span class="smcap">Lord Kidnapper</span>,</td>
+<td class="padded">Mr. Dunmore.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan="2" class="padded"><span class="smcap">General Washington</span>.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan="2" class="padded"><span class="smcap">General Lee</span>.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td colspan="2" class="padded"><span class="smcap">General Putnam</span>.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Citizens, Negroes, &amp;c., &amp;c., &amp;c.</i></p>
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> It seems to be generally thought that the expression of "Elbow Room" is to be
+attributed to General Howe, and not to General Burgoyne.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2 class="gap3">THE FALL</h2>
+
+<h3>OF</h3>
+
+<h2>BRITISH TYRANNY, &amp;c.</h2>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_I" id="ACT_I"></a>ACT I.</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I. <i>At St. James's.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Lord Paramount</span> [<i>solus, strutting about</i>].</p>
+
+<p>Many long years have rolled delightfully on, whilst I have
+been basking in the sunshine of grandeur and power, whilst
+I have imperceptibly (tho' not unsuspected) guided the chariot
+of state, and greased with the nation's gold the imperial wheels.</p>
+
+<p>'Tis I that move the mighty engine of royalty, and with the
+tincture of my somniferous opiate or (in the language of a
+courtier) by the virtue of my secret influence, I have lulled the
+axletree to sleep, and brought on a pleasing insensibility.</p>
+
+<p>Let their champion, Lord Wisdom, groan, he is now become
+feeble and impotent, a mere cripple in politics; their Lord Patriot's
+squint has lost its basilisk effect: and the bold Irishman may
+bellow the <i>Keenew</i> till he's hoarse, he's no more when compar'd
+to me than an Irish salmon to a Scotch herring: I care not a
+bawbee for them all. I'll reign in Britain, I'll be king of their
+counsels, and chief among the princes.</p>
+
+<p>Oh! ambition, thou darling of my soul! stop not till I rise
+superior to all superlative, till I mount triumphantly the pinnacle
+of glory, or at least open the way for one of my own family
+and name to enter without opposition.</p>
+
+<p>The work is now cut out, and must be finish'd, I have ventur'd
+too far to recede, my honour's at stake, my importance, nay my
+life, depends upon it!</p>
+
+<p>Last night's three hours' closeting has effectually done the
+business; then I spoke my mind in such terms as to make a lasting
+impression, never to be eradicated&mdash;all&mdash;all was given up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span>
+to me, and now since I hold the reins of government, since I am
+possessed of supreme power, every thing shall be subservient
+to my royal will and pleasure.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mocklaw</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> I am your Lordship's most obedient humble
+servant.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Be seated,&mdash;I sent for you to have a small conference
+with you&mdash;and to let you know, your advice respecting
+certain points of law, I have found succeeded to admiration;
+even beyond my most sanguine expectations.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> I am heartily glad of it, altho' the advice I gave
+your Lordship, I cannot say, was law; yet, your Lordship can
+easily pass it as such by a royal proclamation: and should it ever
+be disputed, I have quirks and quibbles enough at your service,
+with Mr. Brazen and Mr. Attorney-General's assistance, to
+render it so doubtful, obscure and ambiguous, as to puzzle Lord
+Justice, perplex Dunning, and confound Glynn.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Can you show me an instance of a royal proclamation
+passing for a law? or advise me how to make it such, if
+you can, I shall make it well worth your study.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> My Lord, as you have now got a parliament exactly
+to your mind, ev'ry thing you propose will be granted; but
+in order that you may see precedents are not wanting&mdash;there is
+a statute in the reign of Henry the 8th that expressly shews
+the then parliament passed a law that the king's proclamation
+should be the law of the land&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Are you sure of that?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> My Lord, here it is&mdash;this is real law: <i>Luce meridiana
+clariora</i>. When we find any thing of this kind, ready made
+to our hands, it's a treasure we should never part with.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i><span class="smcap">Paramount</span> reads.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I see it plain! this, this alone is worth a ton of
+gold.&mdash;Now, by St. Andrew! I'll strike a stroke that shall surprise
+all Europe, and make the boldest of the adverse party turn
+pale and tremble&mdash;Scotch politics, Scotch intrigues, Scotch influence,
+and Scotch impudence (as they have termed it), they
+shall see ere long shine with unheard of splendour, and the name
+of Lord Paramount the mighty, shall blaze in the annals of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span>
+the world with far greater lustre (as a consummate politician)
+than the name of Alexander the Great, as an hero!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> That day I much wish for,&mdash;but, with your Lordship's
+permission, I would just mention, that secrecy and dissimulation
+are the soul of enterprise; your Lordship hath many
+enemies, who watch ev'ry movement of state with a jealous and
+wary eye.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I know it, but the futile attempts of my timid
+adversaries have hitherto proved abortive&mdash;so far I have borne
+down all opposition, and those (even some of the greatest of
+them) who not long since were my most open, as well as secret
+enemies, I now behold with the most princely pleasure, the
+earliest to attend, to congratulate me on my birthday, tho'
+uninvited, bow down, and make the most submissive congees.
+Have you not seen this, Mocklaw? and how I keep them in expectation
+of something, by now and then bestowing part of a
+gracious smile amongst a dozen of them?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> I have, my Lord, and no doubt they interpret that
+as a favourable omen;&mdash;however, policy, my Lord, would dictate
+that to you, if there were no other consideration.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> True, and yet they are cursedly mistaken&mdash;and
+now, Mocklaw, as I have ever found you to be well dispos'd
+towards me, and the cause I espouse, and as I trust you continue
+satisfy'd with my former bounty, and my promise now of
+granting you a pension for life, with liberty to retire, I shall
+make you my confident, and disclose to you a secret no man
+except myself yet knows, which I expect you have so much
+honour to let it remain a secret to all the world (I mean as to
+the main point I have in view).</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> Depend upon it, my Lord, I am sincerely devoted
+to your Lordship, command me, I care not what it is, I'll screw,
+twist and strain the law as tight as a drumhead, to serve
+you.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I shall at this time but just give you a hint of
+the plan I've drawn up in my own mind. You must have perceived
+in me a secret hankering for majesty for some time past,
+notwithstanding my age;&mdash;but as I have considered the great
+dislike the nation in general have, as to my person, I'll wave my
+own pretensions, and bend my power and assiduity to it in
+favour of one, the nearest a kin to me, you know who I mean,
+and a particular friend of yours, provided I continue to be dictator,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span>
+as at present; and further, I intend America shall submit. What
+think you of it so far?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> A day I've long wish'd to see! but you stagger
+me, my Lord, not as to my honour, secrecy, or resolution to
+serve you, but as to the accomplishment of such grand designs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> 'Tis true, I have undertaken a mighty task, a
+task that would have perplexed the Council of Nice, and stagger'd
+even Julius C&aelig;sar&mdash;but&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> You have need, my Lord, of all your wisdom,
+fortitude and power, when you consider with whom you have
+to contend&mdash;Let me see&mdash;Lord Wisdom&mdash;Lord Religion&mdash;Lord
+Justice&mdash;Lord Patriot&mdash;the bold Irishman, &amp;c., &amp;c., &amp;c., and
+the wisdom of the United Colonies of America in Congress to
+cope with; as individuals they are trifling, but in league combined
+may become potent enemies.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Granted&mdash;But are you so little of a lawyer as not
+to know the virtue of a certain specific I'm possess'd of, that will
+accomplish any thing, even to performing miracles? Don't you
+know there's such sweet music in the shaking of the treasury keys,
+that they will instantly lock the most babbling patriot's tongue?
+transform a Tory into a Whig, and a Whig into a Tory? make a
+superannuated old miser dance, and an old Cynic philosopher
+smile. How many thousand times has your tongue danc'd at
+Westminster Hall to the sound of such music?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> Enchanting sounds, powerful magic, there's no
+withstanding the charms of such music, their potency and influence
+are irresistible&mdash;that is a point of law I can by no means
+give up, of more force than all the acts of parliament since
+the days of King Alfred.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I'm glad you acknowledge that&mdash;Now then for
+a line of politics&mdash;I propose to begin first by taxing America, as a
+blind&mdash;that will create an eternal animosity between us, and by
+sending over continually ships and troops, this will, of course, produce
+a civil war&mdash;weaken Britain by leaving her coasts defenseless,
+and impoverish America; so that we need not fear any thing
+from that quarter. Then the united fleets of France and Spain
+with troops to appear in the channel, and make a descent, while
+my kinsman with thirty thousand men lands in Scotland, marches
+to London, and joins the others: What then can prevent the
+scheme from having the wish'd for effect? This is the main
+point, which keep to yourself.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> If it has failed heretofore, 'tis impossible it should
+fail now; nothing within the reach of human wisdom was ever
+planned so judiciously; had Solomon been alive, and a politician, I
+would have sworn your Lordship had consulted him.&mdash;But I would
+beg leave to hint to your Lordship the opposition to be apprehended
+from the militia of England, and the German forces that
+may be sent for according to treaty.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> As to the militia, they are half of them my
+friends, witness Lancaster, Manchester, Liverpool, &amp;c., &amp;c., &amp;c.,
+the other half scarce ever fired a gun in their lives, especially
+those of London; and I shall take care by shaking the keys a
+little to have such officers appointed over them, who are well
+known to be in my interest. As to the German forces, I have
+nothing to apprehend from them; the parliament can soon
+pass an act against the introduction of foreign troops, except
+the French or Spaniards, who can't be called foreign, they are
+our friends and nearest neighbours. Have you any thing
+further to object against the probability of this plan?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> Nothing, my Lord, but the people of Ireland, who
+must be cajoled or humbugg'd.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> As to that, let me alone, I shall grant the Roman
+Catholics, who are by far the most numerous, the free exercise
+of their religion, with the liberty of bearing arms, so long unjustly
+deprived of, and disarm in due time all the Protestants in
+their turn.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> That will be a noble stroke, the more I consider
+it, the more I'm surpris'd at your Lordship's profound wisdom
+and foresight: I think success is certain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Then this is the favourable crisis to attempt it;
+'tis not the thought of a day, a month, or a year. Have you
+any more objections?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> I have one more, my Lord&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Well, pray let's hear it; these lawyers will be
+heard.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> The Bishops and Clergy are a powerful, numerous
+body; it would be necessary, my Lord, to gain them over, or
+keep them silent&mdash;A religious war is the worst of wars.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> You are very right, I have 'em fast enough&mdash;Mammon
+will work powerfully on them&mdash;The keys&mdash;the keys&mdash;His
+Grace my Lord of Suffolk is managing this business for me,
+and feeding them with the hopes of being all created Archbishops<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
+here, and each to have a diocese, and Bishops of their own
+appointment in America; not a city or town there but must be
+provided with a Bishop: There let religion erect her holy altars,
+by which means their revenues will be augmented beyond that
+of a Cardinal. All this we must make 'em believe.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> True, my Lord, what is a Bishop without faith?
+This is the grandest stroke of religious circumvention that ever
+was struck.&mdash;I've done, my Lord.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Very well, you'll not fail to meet the privy council
+here this evening; in the mean time you'll go and search the
+statutes for other precedents to strengthen the cause; and remember
+I have enjoin'd you to secrecy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> Depend upon it, my Lord, I cannot prove ungrateful
+to your Lordship, nor such an enemy to myself.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Mocklaw</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <span class="smcap">Lord Paramount</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p>
+
+<p>This Mocklaw is a cursed knowing dog, and I believe the father
+of Brazen; how readily he found an old act of parliament to my
+purpose, as soon as I told him I would make it worth his study;
+and the thoughts of a pension will make him search his old
+worm-eaten statute books from the reign of King Arthur down
+to this present time; how he raises objections too to make me
+think his mind is ever bent on study to serve me. The shaking
+of the treasury keys is a fine bait. [<i>Rings the bell.</i>] Charters,
+magna chartas, bill of rights, acts of assembly, resolves of congresses,
+trials by juries (and acts of parliament too) when they
+make against us, must all be annihilated; a suspending power I
+approve of, and of royal proclamations.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Enter <span class="smcap">Charley</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> I wait your Lordship's orders.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Write a number of cards, and see that the Lords
+of the privy council, and Mr. Judas, be summoned to give their
+attendance this evening at six o'clock, at my Pandemonium.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> I'm gone, my Lord.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Charley</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Paramount</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p>
+
+<p>How do we shew our authority? how do we maintain the
+royal prerogative? keep in awe the knowing ones of the opposite
+party, and blind the eyes of the ignorant multitude in Britain?
+Why, by spirited measures, by an accumulation of power, of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span>
+deception, and the shaking of the keys, we may hope to succeed,
+should that fail, I'll enforce them with the pointed bayonet; the
+Americans from one end to the other shall submit, in spite of
+all opposition; I'll listen to no overtures of reconciliation from
+any petty self-constituted congress, they shall submit implicitly
+to such terms as I of my royal indulgence please to grant. I'll
+shew them the impudence and weakness of their resolves, and
+the strength of mine; I will never soften; my inflexibility shall
+stand firm, and convince them the second Pharaoh is at least
+equal to the first. I am unalterably determined at every hazard
+and at the risk of every consequence to compel the colonies to
+absolute submission. I'll draw in treasure from every quarter,
+and, Solomon-like, wallow in riches; and Scotland, my dear
+Scotland, shall be the paradise of the world. Rejoice in the
+name of Paramount, and the sound of a bawbee shall be no
+more heard in the land of my nativity.&mdash;</p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Charley</span> in haste.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> My Lord, the notices are all served.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> It's very well, Charley.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> My Lord, be pleased to turn your eyes, and look
+out of the window, and see the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, Common
+Council and Liverymen going to St. James's with the address.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Where? Sure enough&mdash;Curse their impudence;
+how that squinting scoundrel swells with importance&mdash;Mind,
+Charley, how fond he is of bowing to the gaping multitude, and
+ev'ry upstart he sees at a window&mdash;I hope he'll not turn his
+blear eyes t'wards me&mdash;I want none of his bows, not I&mdash;Stand
+before me, Charley&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> I will, my Lord, and if he looks this way, I'll give
+him such a devilish grin as best suits such fellows as him, and
+make him remember it as long as he lives.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Do so, Charley; I hate the dog mortally, I religiously
+hate him, and hope ere long to have satisfaction for his
+insolence and the freedoms he has taken with me and my connections:
+I shall never forget the many scandalous verses,
+lampoons and pasquinades he made upon us.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> Indeed, he has used your Lordship too ill ever to
+be forgotten or forgiven.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Damn him, I never intend to do either&mdash;See
+again how he bows&mdash;there again&mdash;how the mob throw up their
+hats, split their throats; how they huzza too; they make a mere
+god of the fellow; how they idolize him&mdash;Ignorant brutes!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> A scoundrel; he has climb'd up the stilts of preferment
+strangely, my Lord.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Strangely, indeed; but it's our own faults.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> He has had better luck than honester folks; I'm
+surpris'd to think he has ever rose to the honour of presenting a
+remonstrance, or rather, that he could ever have the impudence
+to think of remonstrating.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Aye, Charley, you see how unaccountably things
+turn out; his audacity is unparalleled&mdash;a Newgate dog.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> My Lord, I believe the fellow was never known to
+blush; and, indeed, it's an observation I made some time ago,
+and I believe a just one, without an exception, that those who
+squint never blush.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> You must be mistaken, Charley.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> No, my Lord, it's a fact, I had an uncle squinted
+exactly like him, who was guilty of many scandalous things, and
+yet all the parish, with the parson at their head, could not make
+him blush, so that at last he became a by-word&mdash;Here comes
+old shame-the-devil; this dog is the very spawn of him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Hoot, mon, ye give your uncle a shocking character.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> I only mention it, my Lord, for the similarity's
+sake.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> For the spawn of him, and the similarity's sake,
+I'm apt to think you've been abusing your own cousin all this
+while.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> God forbid, my Lord, I should be any how allied
+to him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I fancy, Charley, if the truth was known, your
+uncle did not mention you in his will, and forgot to leave you
+the mansion-house and farm at Gallows-hill. Am I right,
+Charley?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> You're right, my Lord, upon my honour&mdash;but&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I thought so&mdash;Well, never mind&mdash;Ha, ha, ha,
+who are those two fat fellows there, that go in such state?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> I suppose them to be a couple of Livery Tallow-chandlers,
+my Lord, by their big bellies.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Ha, ha,&mdash;what work the guards would make
+amongst them&mdash;but they must not be called yet.&mdash;And who are
+those other two behind 'em?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> This is Mr. Hone, and the other Mr. Strap, a
+couple of the Corporation Barbers, forsooth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Ha, ha, ha, I thought they had been a couple
+of Dukes;&mdash;and that one&mdash;who is he with the monstrous wig?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> That is Mr. Alderman Pipeshank, in Newgate-street.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> A parcel of Newgate dogs altogether&mdash;Well it
+is a good deal of satisfaction to me to think how this fellow will
+be received at St. James's; he'll not return back so pleas'd as
+he seems to be now, I warrant you&mdash;I have taken care he shall
+meet with a d&mdash;&mdash;d cold reception there; he will have to make
+his appearance before Lord Frostyface, Lord Scarecrow, Lord
+Sneerwell, Lord Firebrand, Lord Mawmouth, Lord Waggonjaws,
+Lord Gripe, Lord Brass, Lord Surly and Lord Tribulation,
+as hard-fac'd fellows as himself; and the beauty of it is,
+not one of them loves him a whit more than I do.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> That will be rare diversion for them that are
+present; he'll look then, my Lord, like Sampson making sport
+for the Philistines.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> Aye, but I wish he was as blind too, as Sampson
+was.&mdash;Well Charley, we have been dispos'd to be a little merry
+with this ridiculous parade, this high life below stairs. I wish
+you had begun your description a little sooner, before they were
+all gone; the looks of these wiseacres afford us some mirth, tho'
+we despise them and their politics, and it's not unlikely it may
+end in blood&mdash;Be it so, I'm prepar'd for the worst.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Charley.</span> Rather so, my Lord, than submit to such rascals.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I'll give up my life first for a sacrifice.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Charley</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> V.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mocklaw</span>, <span class="smcap">Poltron</span>, <span class="smcap">Hypocrite</span>, <span class="smcap">Catspaw</span>, <span class="smcap">Brazen</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Judas</span>.</i> [<i>All seated.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> My Lords and Gentlemen, it seems opposition
+to our measures are making hasty strides; the discontented
+faction, the supporters and encouragers of rebellion, and whole
+hearts are tainted therewith, seem bent, if possible, on the
+destruction of Britain, and their own aggrandisement. Are not
+the daily papers filled with treasonable resolves of American<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>
+congresses and committees, extracts of letters, and other
+infamous pieces and scurrilous pamphlets, circulating with
+unusual industry throughout the kingdom, by the enemies of
+Britain, thereby poisoning the minds of our liege subjects with
+their detestable tenets?&mdash;And did you not this day see the
+procession, and that vile miscreant Lord Patriot at their head,
+going to St. James's with their remonstrance, in such state and
+parade as manifestly tended to provoke, challenge and defy
+majesty itself, and the powers of government? and yet nothing
+done to stop their pernicious effects.&mdash;Surely, my Lords and
+Gentlemen, you must agree with me, that it is now become
+highly expedient that an immediate stop should be put to such
+unwarrantable and dangerous proceedings, by the most vigorous
+and coercive measures.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> I entirely agree with your Lordship, and was ever
+firmly of opinion, that licentiousness of every kind (particularly
+that of the Press) is dangerous to the state; the rabble should be
+kept in awe by examples of severity, and a proper respect should
+be enforced to superiors. I have sufficiently shewn my dislike to
+the freedom of the Press, by the examples I have frequently
+made (tho' too favourable) of several Printers, and others, who
+had greatly trespassed, and if they still persist, other measures
+should be taken with them, which the laws will point out; and
+as to Lord Patriot, he's a fellow that has been outlaw'd, scandal-proof,
+little to be got by meddling with him; I would advise to
+let him alone for the present, and humble America first.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Brazen.</span> I am very clear in it, please your Lordship;
+there are numbers of men in this country who are ever studying
+how to perplex and entangle the state, constantly thwarting
+government, in ev'ry laudable undertaking; this clamorous
+faction must be curbed, must be subdued and crush'd&mdash;our
+thunder must go forth, America must be conquered. I am for
+blood and fire to crush the rising glories of America&mdash;They boast
+of her strength; she must be conquered, if half of Germany is
+called to our assistance.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Poltron.</span> I entirely agree with you, Mr. Brazen; my
+advice is, that Lord Boston and Admiral Tombstone be immediately
+despatch'd to Boston, with two or three regiments (tho'
+one would be more than sufficient) and a few ships to shut up
+their ports, disannul their charter, stop their trade, and the
+pusillanimous beggars, those scoundrel rascals, whose predomi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span>nant
+passion is fear, would immediately give up, on the first
+landing of the regulars, and fly before 'em like a hare before
+the hounds; that this would be the case, I pawn my honour to
+your Lordships, nay, I'll sacrifice my life: My Lords, I have
+moreover the testimony of General Amherst and Colonel Grant
+to back my assertion; besides, here's Mr. Judas, let him speak.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Hypocrite.</span> If this is the same Colonel Grant that was
+at Fort Duquesne, the same that ran away from the French and
+Indians, the same that was rescued by Colonel Washington, I
+have no idea of his honour or testimony.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Poltron.</span> He's a Gentleman, my Lord Hypocrite, of
+undoubted veracity.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Hypocrite.</span> You might as well have said courage too,
+I have exceptions against both; and as to General Amherst's
+assertion that he could drive all America with five thousand
+men, he must have been joking, as he is quite of a diff'rent
+opinion now.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Catspaw.</span> What is your opinion of your countrymen,
+Mr. Judas, with respect to their courage?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Judas.</span> The same that I have ever told you, my Lord; as
+to true courage they have none, I know 'em well&mdash;they have a
+plenty of a kind of enthusiastic zeal, which they substitute in
+the room of it; I am very certain they would never face the
+regulars, tho' with the advantage of ten to one.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Hypocrite.</span> All this, and a great deal more, would
+never convince me of the general cowardice of the Americans&mdash;but
+of the cowardice of Grant I've been long convinced, by
+numbers of letters formerly from America&mdash;I'm for doing the
+business effectually; don't let us be too sanguine, trust to stories
+told by every sycophant, and hurry heels over head to be laugh'd
+at; the Americans are bold, stubborn, and sour; it will require
+foreign assistance to subdue 'em.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Catspaw.</span> These four Americans, ignorant brutes, unbroke
+and wild, must be tamed; they'll soon be humble if
+punish'd; but if disregarded, grow fierce.&mdash;Barbarous nations
+must be held by fear, rein'd and spurr'd hard, chain'd to the
+oar, and bow'd to due control, till they look grim with blood;
+let's first humble America, and bring them under our feet; the
+olive-branch has been held out, and they have rejected it; it now
+becomes us to use the iron rod to break their disobedience; and
+should we lack it, foreign assistance is at hand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Hypocrite.</span> All this I grant, but I'm for sending a force
+sufficient to crush 'em at once, and not with too much precipitation;
+I am first for giving it a colour of impartiality, forbearance
+and religion.&mdash;Lay it before parliament; we have then law on our
+side, and endeavour to gain over some or all of the Methodist
+Teachers, and in particular my very good friend Mr. Wesley, their
+Bishop, and the worthy Mr. Clapum, which task I would undertake;
+it will then have the sanction of religion, make it less suspected,
+and give it a better grace.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Catspaw.</span> I should choose it to be done by consent of
+parliament; we stand then on firmer ground; there's no doubt
+they'll grant ev'ry thing your Lordship proposes upon my motion:
+but to tell the truth, I'd rather be in Purgatory so long, than
+to run the gauntlet of the Bold Irishman's tongue.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mocklaw.</span> Aye, aye, don't part with the law while it's in our
+favour, or we can have it by asking for&mdash;and as to the Bold Irishman,
+don't be brow-beaten, you must summon all your brass,
+and put on a rugged highwayman's face like his; I expect some
+work of that kind too, but the devil himself sha'n't browbeat me.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Paramount.</span> I am glad to find, my Lords and Gentlemen, you
+all see the necessity of sending over troops and ships; I intend my
+Lord Catspaw shall lay it before parliament, and am very certain
+they'll pass any acts I can desire. I thank you, Lord Hypocrite,
+for your kind offer, and accept of it; my Lord of Suffolk is negotiating
+the same business with the rest of my Lords the Bishops,
+and will succeed; so that it will carry the appearance of law, of
+religion, and will be sufficiently grac'd; I'll warrant you no one
+shall have cause to complain of its wanting grace. And now,
+my Lords and Gentlemen, as it's so late, and we have gone
+through all the business at this time proposed, you are at your
+liberty to withdraw.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Paramount</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p>
+
+<p>The fate of England and America is now fixed, irrevocably
+fixed; the storm is ready to burst; the low'ring clouds portend
+their fate my glory, their fall my triumph&mdash;But I must haste to
+be gone, the ceremonies await my presence; deeds of darkness
+must be done by night, and, like the silent mole's work, under
+ground:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Now rushing forth in sober twilight gray,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Like prowling wolf, who ranges for his prey.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit.</i></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_II" id="ACT_II"></a>ACT II.</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Lord Wisdom</span>, <span class="smcap">Lord Religion</span>, <span class="smcap">Lord Justice</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Lord Wisdom.</span></p>
+
+<p>I much lament, my Lords, the present unhappy situation of
+my country; where e'er I turn mine eyes, to Europe, Asia, Africa,
+or America, the prospect appears the same&mdash;Look up to the
+throne, and behold your king, if I may now call him by that soft
+title&mdash;Where is the wisdom, the justice, the religion, that once
+adorn'd that throne, and shed the benign influence of their bright
+rays thro' the four quarters of the globe? Alas! they're flown!</p>
+
+<p>Mark his forlorn looks&mdash;his countenance dejected, a sullen
+greatness fixed on his brow, as if it veil'd in blood some awful
+purpose, his eyes flaming and sanguinary; how I bewail you,
+for your predecessor's sake! Long, long have I been an old,
+and I trust a faithful, servant in the family&mdash;Can I then restrain
+one tear? No, 'tis impossible! View that arch-dragon, that old
+fiend, Paramount, that rebel in grain, whispering in his ear.
+View his wretched ministers hovering round him, to accomplish
+their accursed purpose, and accelerate his destruction. View the
+whole herd of administration (I know 'em well) and tell me if
+the world can furnish a viler set of miscreants? View both houses
+of parliament, and count the number of Tyrants, Jacobites,
+Tories, Placemen, Pensioners, Sycophants, and Panders. View
+the constitution, is she not disrob'd and dismantled? is she not
+become like a virgin deflower'd? View our fleets and armies
+commanded by bloody, murdering butchers! View Britain herself
+as a sheep without a shepherd! And lastly view America,
+for her virtue bleeding and for her liberty weltering in her blood!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Religion.</span> Such hath, and ever will be the fate of
+kings, who only listen to the voice of pleasure, thrown in their
+way by the sirens of administration, which never fail to swallow
+them up like quicksand&mdash;like a serpent, who charms and fascinates,
+bewitches and enchants with his eye the unwary bird;
+witness the fatal catastrophe of Rehoboam, who rejected the
+counsel of the wise and experienced, and gave up all to the
+advice and guidance of young, unskilful and wicked counsellors.
+Had he listen'd to you, my Lord, had he followed your advice,
+all, all would have gone well&mdash;Under your auspicious adminis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span>tration
+Britain flourished, but ever since has been on the decline
+and patriotism, like religion, scarcely now more than a sounding
+brass or a tinkling cymbal.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Wisdom.</span> My counsel has been rejected&mdash;my conciliatory
+plan thrown under the table, and treated with contempt;
+the experience of gray hairs called the superannuated notions
+of old age&mdash;my bodily infirmities&mdash;my tottering frame&mdash;my
+crazy carcase, worn out in the service of my country, and even
+my very crutches, have been made the subject of their ridicule.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Justice.</span> Gratitude, like religion and patriotism, are
+about taking their flight, and the law of the land stands on tip-toe;
+the constitution, that admirable fabric, that work of ages,
+the envy of the world, is deflower'd indeed, and made to commit
+a rape upon her own body, by the avaricious frowns of her own
+father, who is bound to protect her, not to destroy.&mdash;Her pillars
+are thrown down, her capitals broke, her pedestals demolish'd,
+and her foundation nearly destroy'd.&mdash;Lord Paramount and his
+wretched adviser Mocklaw baffle all our efforts.&mdash;The statutes
+of the land superseded by royal proclamations and dispensing
+powers, &amp;c., &amp;c., the bloody knife to be held to the throats of
+the Americans, and force them to submit to slav'ry.&mdash;Administration
+have commenced bloody tyrants, and those that should
+protect the subject are become their executioners; yet will I
+dispute with them inch by inch, while there's a statute book left
+in the land. Come forth, thou grand deceiver! I challenge thee
+to come forth!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Wisdom.</span> Our friends must bestir themselves once more,
+perhaps we may yet turn the scale.&mdash;If the voice of religion,
+wisdom and justice should fail, let us sound the trumpet of
+liberty and patriotism, that will conquer them in America, I
+know; let us try to storm them here with the united whole, and
+if by a base majority they still carry their point, we can nevertheless
+wash our hands and be clean.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Religion.</span> From the pulpit, in the house of God, have
+I spoken aloud, I have lifted up my voice like a trumpet. O
+Britain, how art thou fallen! Hear now, O house of Britain, is
+it a small thing for you to weary man, but will you weary your
+God also? In the house of Lords have I borne my testimony:
+Hear now, O ye Princes, and I will yet declare in Britain,
+and shew forth in America, I will not cease till I bring about
+(if possible) unity, peace and concord.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Wisdom.</span> Much to be wished for; but alas! I fear it's
+now too late; I foresee the tendency and consequence of those
+diabolical measures that have been pursued with unrelenting fury.
+Britain will ruin her trade, waste her wealth, her strength, her
+credit and her importance in the scale of Europe. When a British
+king proves ungrateful and haughty, and strives to be independent
+of his people (who are his sole support), the people will in their
+turn likewise strive to be independent of him and his myrmidons,
+and will be free; they will erect the anfractuous standard of independency,
+and thousands and tens of thousands will flock to it,
+and solace themselves under its shade.&mdash;They has often been told
+of this, but affected to despise it; they know not America's
+strength, they are ignorant of it; fed by the flatt'ry of every
+sycophant tale, imagine themselves almighty, and able to subdue
+the whole world. America will be lost to Britain forever, and
+will prove her downfall. America is wise, and will shake off the
+galling yoke before it be rivetted on them; they will be drove to
+it, and who can blame them? Who can blame a galley-slave for
+making his escape?&mdash;Britain will miscarry in her vile projects,
+her knight errant, her Don Quixote schemes in America: America
+will resist; they are not easily to be subdued (nay, 'tis impossible);
+Britain will find it a harder task than to conquer France and
+Spain united, and will cost 'em more blood and treasure than a
+twice Seven Years' War with those European powers; they will
+stand out till Britons are tired. Britain will invite her with kind
+promises and open arms; America will reject them; America will
+triumph, rejoice and flourish, and become the glory of the earth;
+Britain will languidly hold down her head, and become first a
+prey to a vile Pretender, and then be subject to the ravagers of
+Europe. I love the Americans, because they love liberty. Liberty
+flourishes in the wilds of America. I honour the plant, I
+revere the tree, and would cherish its branches. Let us, my
+friends, join hands with them, follow their example, and endeavour
+to support expiring liberty in Britain; whilst I have a
+tongue to speak, I will support her wherever found; while I have
+crutches to crawl with, I will try to find her out, and with the
+voice of an archangel will demand for a sacrifice to the nation
+those miscreants who have wickedly and wantonly been the ruin
+of their country. O Liberty! O my Country!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Religion.</span> O Religion! O Virtue! whither art thou
+fleeing? O thou Defender of the Faith? O ye mighty Lords<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span>
+and Commons! O ye deluded Bishops, ye learned props of our
+unerring church, who preach up vengeance, force and fire, instead
+of peace! be wise in time, lest the Americans be driven to work
+out their own salvation without fear or trembling.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot</span>, <span class="smcap">Bold Irishman</span>, <span class="smcap">Colonel</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Bold Irishman.</span></p>
+
+<p>That Brazen Lawyer,<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> that Lord Chancellor, that wou'd be,
+held forth surprisingly last night, he beat the drum in your ears,
+brother soldier.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Colonel.</span> I think he did; he beat a Tatoo for us all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot.</span> No politicians, but lawyer politicians, it seems
+will go down; if we believe him, we must all turn lawyers now,
+and prate away the liberties of the nation.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Colonel.</span> Aye, first we must learn to rail at the clamourous
+faction, disappointed politicians&mdash;ever restless&mdash;ever plotting&mdash;constantly
+thwarting government, in laudable and blameable
+purposes.&mdash;Inconsiderable party&mdash;inconsistent in their own politics&mdash;hostile
+to all government, soured by disappointment, and
+urged by want&mdash;proceeding to unjustifiable lengths&mdash;and then
+sound the magnanimity of a British senate, animated by the
+sacred fire caught from a high-spirited people&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bold Irishman.</span> And the devil knows what beside&mdash;Magnanimity
+and sacred fire, indeed!&mdash;Very magnanimous sounds, but
+pompous nothings! Why did he not tell us where was the
+magnanimity of the British senate at the time of the dispute
+about Falkland's Island? What sort of fire animated them
+then?&mdash;Where was the high spirit of the people?&mdash;Strange sort
+of fire, and strange sort of spirit, to give up to our inveterate
+enemies, the Spaniards, our property unasked for, and cut our
+best friends and brethren, the Americans' throats, for defending
+theirs against lawless tyranny; their sacred fire became then
+all fume, and the strength of their boasted spirits evaporated
+into invisible effluvium; the giant then sunk sure enough spontaneously
+into a dwarf; and now, it seems, the dwarf having been
+feeding upon smoky fire and evaporated spirits, is endeavouring
+to swell himself into a giant again, like the frog in the fable,
+till he bursts himself in silent thunder&mdash;But let the mighty
+Philistine, the Goliath Paramount, and his oracle Mocklaw,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span>
+with their thunder bellowed from the brazen mortar-piece of a
+turn-coat lawyer, have a care of the little American David!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot.</span> Aye, indeed! America will prove a second
+Sampson to 'em; they may put out his eyes for a while, but
+he'll pull their house down about their ears for all that. Mr.
+Brazen seem'd surpris'd at the thought of relinquishing America,
+and bawl'd out with the vociferation of an old miser that had
+been robb'd&mdash;Relinquish America! relinquish America! forbid
+it heavens! But let him and his masters take great care, or
+America will save 'em the trouble, and relinquish Britain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Colonel.</span> Or I'm much mistaken, Brazen says, establish
+first your superiority, and then talk of negotiating.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot.</span> That doctrine suits 'em best; just like a
+cowardly pickpocket, or a bloody highwayman, knock a man
+down first, and then tell him stand and deliver.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Colonel.</span> A just comparison, and excellent simile, by my
+soul! But I'm surpris'd he did not include the Clergy among
+the number of professions unfit (as he said) to be politicians.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bold Irishman.</span> Did you ever know a lawyer to be concerned
+with religion, unless he got a fee by it? he'll take care and steer
+clear of that; if it don't come in his way, he'll never break his
+neck over a church bible, I warrant you&mdash;Mammon is his god&mdash;Judge
+Jeffereys is his priest&mdash;Star-chamber doctrine is his
+creed&mdash;fire, flames and faggot, blood, murder, halters and
+thund'ring cannon are the ceremonies of his church&mdash;and lies,
+misrepresentations, deceit, hypocrisy and dissimulation are the
+articles of his religion.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot.</span> You make him a monster, indeed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bold Irishman.</span> Not half so bad as he is, my Lord; he's following
+close to the heels of that profound sage, that oracle,
+Mocklaw, his tutor: I can compare the whole herd of them to
+nothing else but to the swine we read of running headlong down
+the hill, Paramount their devil, Mocklaw the evil spirit, and
+Brazen their driver.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Colonel.</span> And thus they'll drive liberty from out the land; but
+when a brave people, like the Americans, from their infancy us'd
+to liberty (not as a gift, but who inherit it as a birth-right, but not
+as a mess of pottage, to be bought by, or sold to, ev'ry hungry
+glutton of a minister) find attempts made to reduce them to
+slavery, they generally take some desperate successful measure
+for their deliverance. I should not be at all surpris'd to hear of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span>
+independency proclaim'd throughout their land, of Britain's
+armies beat, their fleets burnt, sunk, or otherwise destroy'd.
+The same principle which Mr. Brazen speaks of, that inspires
+British soldiers to fight, namely the ferment of youthful blood, the
+high spirit of the people, a love of glory, and a sense of national
+honour, will inspire the Americans to withstand them; to which
+I may add, liberty and property.&mdash;But what is national honour?
+Why, national pride.&mdash;What is national glory? Why, national
+nonsense, when put in competition with liberty and property.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Patriot.</span> Of Britain I fear liberty has taken its farewell,
+the aspiring wings of tyranny hath long hovered over, and
+the over-shadowing influence of bribery hath eclips'd its rays
+and dark'ned its lustre; the huge Paramount, that temporal
+deity, that golden calf, finds servile wretches enough so base as
+to bow down, worship and adore his gilded horns;&mdash;let 'em e'en
+if they will:&mdash;But as for me, tho' I should stand alone, I would
+spurn the brute, were he forty-five<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> times greater than he is;
+I'll administer, ere long, such an emetic to him, as shall make
+the monster disgorge the forty millions yet unaccounted for,
+and never shall it be said, that Patriot ever feared or truckled
+to him, or kept a silent tongue when it should speak.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bold Irishman.</span> There I'll shake hands with you, and my
+tongue shall echo in their ears, make their arched ceiling speak,
+the treasury bench crack, and the great chair of their great
+speaker tremble, and never will I cease lashing them, while lashing
+is good, or hope remains; and when the voice of poor liberty
+can no longer be heard in Britain or Hibernia, let's give Caledonia
+a kick with our heels, and away with the goddess to the
+American shore, crown her, and defy the grim king of tyranny,
+at his peril, to set his foot there.&mdash;Here let him stay, and wallow
+in sackcloth and ashes, like a beast as he is, and, Nebuchadnezzar-like,
+eat grass and thistles.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>See Paramount, upon his awful throne,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Striving to make each freeman's purse his own!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>While Lords and Commons most as one agree,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To grace his head with crown of tyranny.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>They spurn the laws,&mdash;force constitution locks,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To seize each subject's coffer, chest and box;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Send justice packing, as tho' too pure unmix'd,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And hug the tyrant, as if by law he's fix'd.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> See Wedderburne's Speech.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Alluding to North-Briton, Number forty-five.</p></div>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_III" id="ACT_III"></a>ACT III.</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I. <i>In Boston.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Selectman</span>, <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span></p>
+
+<p>At length, it seems, the bloody flag is hung out, the ministry
+and parliament, ever studious in mischief, and bent on our
+destruction, have ordered troops and ships of war to shut our
+ports, and starve us into submission.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> And compel us to be slaves; I have heard so. It is
+a fashionable way to requite us for our loyalty, for the present
+we made them of Louisburg, for our protection at Duquesne,
+for the assistance we gave them at Quebec, Martinico, Guadaloupe
+and the Havannah. Blast their councils, spurn their ingratitude!
+Soul of Pepperel! whither art thou fled?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> They seem to be guided by some secret demon;
+this stopping our ports and depriving us of all trade is cruel,
+calculated to starve and beggar thousands of families, more
+spiteful than politic, more to their own disadvantage than
+ours: But we can resolve to do without trade; it will be the
+means of banishing luxury, which has ting'd the simplicity and
+spotless innocence of our once happy asylum.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> We thank heaven, we have the necessaries of life
+in abundance, even to an exuberant plenty; and how oft have
+our hospitable tables fed numbers of those ungrateful monsters,
+who would now, if they could, famish us?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> No doubt, as we abound in those temporal
+blessings, it has tempted them to pick our pockets by violence,
+in hopes of treasures more to their minds.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> In that these thirsters after gold and human blood
+will be disappointed. No Perus or Mexicos here they'll find;
+but the demon you speak of, tho' he acts in secret, is notoriously
+known. Lord Paramount is that demon, that bird of prey, that
+ministerial cormorant, that waits to devour, and who first
+thought to disturb the repose of America; a wretch, no friend
+to mankind, who acts thro' envy and avarice, like Satan, who
+'scap'd from hell to disturb the regions of paradise; after ransacking
+Britain and Hibernia for gold, the growth of hell, to
+feed his luxury, now waits to rifle the bowels of America.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> May he prove more unsuccessful than Satan;
+blind politics, rank infatuation, madness detestable, the con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span>comitants
+of arbitrary power! They can never think to succeed;
+but should they conquer, they'll find that he who overcometh by
+force and blood, hath overcome but half his foe. Capt. Preston's
+massacre is too recent in our memories; and if a few troops dar'd
+to commit such hellish unprovok'd barbarities, what may we
+not expect from legions arm'd with vengeance, whose leaders
+harbour principles repugnant to freedom, and possess'd with
+more than diabolical notions? Surely our friends will oppose
+them with all the power heaven has given them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> Nothing more certain; each citizen and each individual
+inhabitant of America are bound by the ties of nature;
+the laws of God and man justify such a procedure; passive
+obedience for passive slaves, and non-resistance for servile
+wretches who know not, neither deserve, the sweets of liberty.
+As for me and my house, thank God, such detestable doctrine
+never did, nor ever shall, enter over my threshold.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> Would all America were so zealous as you.&mdash;The
+appointment of a general Continental Congress was a
+judicious measure, and will prove the salvation of this new
+world, where counsel mature, wisdom and strength united; it
+will prove a barrier, a bulwark, against the encroachments of
+arbitrary power.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> I much approve of the choice of a congress; America
+is young, she will be to it like a tender nursing mother, she will
+give it the paps of virtue to suck, cherish it with the milk of
+liberty, and fatten it on the cream of patriotism; she will train
+it up in its youth, and teach it to shun the poison of British
+voluptuousness, and instruct it to keep better company. Let
+us, my friend, support her all in our power, and set on foot an
+immediate association; they will form an intrenchment, too
+strong for ministerial tyranny to o'erleap.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> I am determined so to do, it may prevent the
+farther effusion of blood.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Minister</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Minister.</span></p>
+
+<p>My friends, I yet will hail you good morrow, tho' I know not
+how long we may be indulg'd that liberty to each other; doleful
+tidings I have to tell.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> With sorrow we have heard it, good morrow, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Minister.</span> Wou'd to God it may prove false, and that it
+may vanish like the dew of the morning.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> Beyond a doubt, sir, it's too true.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Minister.</span> Perhaps, my friends, you have not heard all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> We have heard too much, of the troops and
+ships coming over, we suppose you mean; we have not heard
+more, if more there be.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Minister.</span> Then worse I have to tell, tidings which will raise
+the blood of the patriot, and put your virtue to the proof, will
+kindle such an ardent love of liberty in your breasts, as time
+will not be able to exterminate&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> Pray, let us hear it, I'm all on fire.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> I'm impatient to know it, welcome or unwelcome.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Minister.</span> Such as it is, take it; your charter is annihilated;
+you are all, all declared rebels; your estates are to be confiscated;
+your patrimony to be given to those who never labour'd for it;
+popery to be established in the room of the true catholic faith;
+the Old South, and other houses of our God, converted perhaps
+into nunneries, inquisitions, barracks and common jails, where
+you will perish with want and famine, or suffer an ignominious
+death; your wives, children, dearest relations and friends forever
+separated from you in this world, without the prospect of receiving
+any comfort or consolation from them, or the least hope of
+affording any to them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> Perish the thought!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> I've heard enough!&mdash;To arms! my dear friends, to
+arms! and death or freedom be our motto!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Minister.</span> A noble resolution! Posterity will crown the urn
+of the patriot who consecrates his talents to virtue and freedom;
+his name shall not be forgot; his reputation shall bloom with
+unfading verdure, while the name of the tyrant, like his vile
+body, shall moulder in the dust. Put your trust in the Lord of
+hosts, he is your strong tower, he is your helper and defense, he
+will guide and strengthen the arm of flesh, and scatter your enemies
+like chaff.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Selectman.</span> Let us not hesitate.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Citizen.</span> Not a single moment;&mdash;'tis like to prove a mortal
+strife, a never-ending contest.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Minister.</span> Delays may be dangerous.&mdash;Go and awake your
+brethren that sleep;&mdash;rouse them up from their lethargy and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>
+supineness, and join, with confidence, temporal with spiritual
+weapons. Perhaps they be now landing, and this moment, this
+very moment, may be the last of your liberty. Prepare yourselves&mdash;be
+ready&mdash;stand fast&mdash;ye know not the day nor the
+hour. May the Ruler of all send us liberty and life. Adieu!
+my friends.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <i>In a street in Boston.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangindent"><i>Frequent town-meetings and consultations amongst the inhabitants;&mdash;<span class="smcap">Lord
+Boston</span> arrives with the forces and ships;&mdash;lands and
+fortifies Boston.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Whig</span> and <span class="smcap">Tory</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> I have said and done all that man could say or do.&mdash;'Tis
+wrong, I insist upon it, and time will show it, to suffer them
+to take possession of Castle William and fortify Boston Neck.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> I cannot see, good sir, of what advantage it will be to
+them;&mdash;they've only a mind, I suppose, to keep their soldiers
+from being inactive, which may prejudice their health.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> I wish it may prove so, I would very gladly confess
+your superior knowledge in military man&oelig;uvres; but till then,
+suffer me to tell you, it's a stroke the most fatal to us,&mdash;no less,
+sir, but to cut off the communication between the town and
+country, making prisoners of us all by degrees, and give 'em an
+opportunity of making excursions, and in a short time subdue
+us without resistance.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> I think your fears are groundless.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Sir, my reason is not to be trifled with. Do you not
+see or hear ev'ry day of insults and provocations to the peaceable
+inhabitants? This is only a prelude. Can men of spirit bear
+forever with such usage? I know not what business they have
+here at all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> I suppose they're come to protect us.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Damn such protectors, such cut-throat villains; protect
+us? from what? from whom?&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Nay, sir, I know not their business;&mdash;let us yet bear
+with them till we know the success of the petition from the
+Congress;&mdash;if unfavourable, then it will be our time.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Then, I fear, it will be too late; all that time we lose,
+and they gain ground; I have no notion of trusting to the success
+of petitions, waiting twelve months for no answer at all. Our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span>
+assemblies have petitioned often, and as often in vain; 't would be
+a miracle in these days to hear of an American petition being
+granted; their omnipotences, their demi-godships (as they think
+themselves) no doubt think it too great a favour done us to
+throw our petitions under their table, much less vouchsafe to
+read them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> You go too far;&mdash;the power of King, Lords and Commons
+is uncontroulable.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> With respect to tyrannising they would make it so,
+if they could, I know, but there's a good deal to be said and done
+first; we have more than half the bargain to make.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Sure you would not go to dispute by arms with Great-Britain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Sure I would not suffer you to pick my pocket, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> If I did, the law is open for you&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> I have but a poor opinion of law, when the devil sits
+judge.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> What would you do then, sir, if I was to pick your
+pocket?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Break your head, sir&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Sure you don't mean as you say, sir&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> I surely do&mdash;try me, sir&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Excuse me, sir, I am not of your mind, I would avoid
+every thing that has the appearance of rashness.&mdash;Great-Britain's
+power, sir&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Great-Britain's power, sir, is too much magnified,
+'t will soon grow weak, by endeavouring to make slaves of
+American freemen; we are not Africans yet, neither bond-slaves.&mdash;You
+would avoid and discourage every thing that has the
+appearance of patriotism, you mean.&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Who? me, sir?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Yes, you, sir;&mdash;you go slyly pimping, spying and
+sneaking about, cajoling the ignorant, and insinuating bugbear
+notions of Great-Britain's mighty power into weak people's ears,
+that we may tamely give all up, and you be rewarded, perhaps,
+with the office of judge of the admiralty, or continental hangman,
+for ought I know.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Who? me, sir?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Aye, you, sir;&mdash;and let me tell you, sir, you've been
+long suspected&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Of what, sir?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> For a rank Tory, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> What mean you, sir?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> I repeat it again&mdash;suspected to be an enemy to your
+country.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> By whom, sir? Can you show me an instance?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> From your present discourse I suspect you&mdash;and from
+your connections and artful behaviour all suspect you.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Can you give me a proof?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Not a point blank proof, as to my own knowledge;
+you're so much of a Jesuit, you have put it out of my power;&mdash;but
+strong circumstances by information, such as amount to a
+proof in the present case, sir, I can furnish you with.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Sir, you may be mistaken.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> 'Tis not possible, my informant knows you too well.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Who is your informant, sir?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> A gentleman, sir; and if you'll give yourself the trouble
+to walk with me, I'll soon produce him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> Another time; I cannot stay now;&mdash;'tis dinner time.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> That's the time to find him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> I cannot stay now.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> We'll call at your house then.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tory.</span> I dine abroad, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whig.</span> Be gone, you scoundrel! I'll watch your waters;
+'tis time to clear the land of such infernal vermin.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt both different ways.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV. <i>In Boston, while the Regulars were flying from
+Lexington.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Lord Boston</span> surrounded by his guards and a few officers.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> If Colonel Smith succeeds in his embassy,
+and I think there's no doubt of it, I shall have the pleasure this
+ev'ning, I expect, of having my friends Hancock and Adams's
+good company; I'll make each of them a present of a pair of
+handsome iron ruffles, and Major Provost shall provide a suitable
+entertainment for them in his apartment.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Sure they'll not be so unpolite as to refuse your
+Excellency's kind invitation.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Shou'd they, Colonel Smith and Major Pitcairn
+have my orders to make use of all their rhetoric and the
+persuasive eloquence of British thunder.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Messenger</span> in haste.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> I bring your Excellency unwelcome tidings&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> For heaven's sake! from what quarter?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> From Lexington plains.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> 'Tis impossible!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> Too true, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Say&mdash;what is it? Speak what you know.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> Colonel Smith is defeated, and fast retreating.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Good God!&mdash;What does he say? Mercy on me!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> They're flying before the enemy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Britons turn their backs before the Rebels!&mdash;The
+Rebels put Britons to flight?&mdash;Said you not so?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> They are routed, sir;&mdash;they are flying this
+instant;&mdash;the Provincials are numerous, and hourly gaining
+strength;&mdash;they have nearly surrounded our troops. A reinforcement,
+sir&mdash;a timely succour may save the shatter'd remnant
+Speedily! speedily, sir! or they're irretrievably lost!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Good God! What does he say? Can it be
+possible?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> Lose no time, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> What can I do?&mdash;Oh dear!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Draw off a detachment&mdash;form a brigade; prepare
+part of the train; send for Lord Percy; let the drums beat to
+arms.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Aye, do, Captain; you know how, better than
+I. (<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</i>) Did the Rebels dare to fire on the king's
+troops? Had they the courage? Guards, keep round me.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> They're like lions; they have killed many of
+our bravest officers and men; and if not checked instantly, will
+totally surround them, and make the whole prisoners. This is
+no time to parley, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> No, indeed; what will become of me?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Earl Percy</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Earl Percy.</span> Your orders, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Haste, my good Percy, immediately take
+command of the brigade of reinforcement, and fly to the assistance
+of poor Smith!&mdash;Lose no time, lest they be all cut off, and
+the Rebels improve their advantage, and be upon us; and God
+knows what quarter they'll give.&mdash;Haste, my noble Earl!&mdash;Speedily!&mdash;Speedily!&mdash;Where's
+my guard?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Earl Percy.</span> I'm gone, sir.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Percy</span> and <span class="smcap">Officers</span>&mdash;drums beating to arms.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> What means this flutt'ring round my heart?
+this unusual chilness? Is it fear? No, it cannot be, it must
+proceed from my great anxiety, my perturbation of mind for the
+fate of my countrymen. A drowsiness hangs o'er my eyelids;&mdash;fain
+would I repose myself a short time;&mdash;but I must not;&mdash;I
+must wait;&mdash;I'll to the top of yon eminence,&mdash;there I shall be
+safer. Here I cannot stay;&mdash;there I may behold something
+favourable to calm this tumult in my breast.&mdash;But, alas! I
+fear&mdash;Guards, attend me.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Lord Boston</span> and <span class="smcap">Guards</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> V. <i><span class="smcap">Lord Boston</span> and <span class="smcap">Guards</span> on a hill in Boston, that
+overlooks Charlestown.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Clouds of dust and smoke intercept my sight;
+I cannot see; I hear the noise of cannon&mdash;Percy's cannon&mdash;Grant
+him success!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer of Guard.</span> Methinks, sir, I see British colours waving.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Some ray of hope.&mdash;Have they got so near?&mdash;Captain,
+keep a good lookout; tell me every thing you see. My
+eyes are wondrous dim.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> The two brigades have join'd&mdash;Now Admiral Tombstone
+bellows his lower tier on the Provincials. How does your
+Excellency?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Right;&mdash;more hope still.&mdash;I'm bravely to what
+I was. Which way do our forces tend?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> I can distinguish nothing for a certainty now; such
+smoke and dust!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> God grant Percy courage!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> His ancestors were brave, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Aye, that's no rule&mdash;no rule, Captain; so
+were mine.&mdash;A heavy firing now.&mdash;The Rebels must be very
+numerous&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> They're like caterpillars; as numerous as the
+locusts of Egypt.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Look out, Captain, God help you, look out.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> I do, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> What do you see now? Hark! what dreadful
+noise!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">One of the Guard.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] How damn'd afraid he is.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Another of the Guard.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] He's one of your chimney
+corner Generals&mdash;an old granny.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> If I mistake not, our troops are fast retreating; their
+fire slackens; the noise increases.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Oh, Captain, don't say so!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> 'Tis true, sir, they're running&mdash;the enemy shout
+victory.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Upon your honour?&mdash;say&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Upon my honour, sir, they're flying t'wards Charlestown.
+Percy's beat;&mdash;I'm afraid he's lost his artillery.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Then 'tis all over&mdash;the day is lost&mdash;what more
+can we do?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> We may, with the few troops left in Boston, yet
+afford them some succour, and cover their retreat across the
+water; 'tis impossible to do more.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Go instantly; I'll wait your return. Try your
+utmost to prevent the Rebels from crossing. Success attend you,
+my dear Captain, God prosper you! [<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</i>] Alas!
+alas! my glory's gone; my honour's stain'd. My dear guards,
+don't leave me, and you shall have plenty of porter and sour-crout.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> VI. <i><span class="smcap">Roger</span> and <span class="smcap">Dick</span>, two shepherds near Lexington, after
+the defeat and flight of the Regulars.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Whilst early looking, Dick, ere the sun was seen
+to tinge the brow of the mountain, for my flock of sheep, nor
+dreaming of approaching evil, suddenly mine eyes beheld from
+yon hill a cloud of dust arise at a small distance; the intermediate
+space were thick set with laurels, willows, evergreens, and bushes
+of various kinds, the growth of wild nature, and which hid the
+danger from my eyes, thinking perchance my flock had thither
+stray'd; I descended, and straight onward went; but, Dick,
+judge you my thoughts at such a disappointment: Instead of
+my innocent flock of sheep, I found myself almost encircled by a
+herd of ravenous British wolves.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Dangerous must have been your situation, Roger,
+whatever were your thoughts.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> I soon discovered my mistake; finding a hostile
+appearance, I instantly turn'd myself about, and fled to alarm
+the shepherds.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Did they pursue you?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> They did; but having the start, and being acquainted
+with the by-ways, I presently got clear of their voracious jaws.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> A lucky escape, indeed, Roger; and what route did they
+take after that?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Onwards, t'wards Lexington, devouring geese, cattle
+and swine, with fury and rage, which, no doubt, was increased by
+their disappointment; and what may appear strange to you
+Dick (tho' no more strange than true), is, they seem'd to be
+possessed of a kind of brutish music, growling something like our
+favourite tune Yankee Doodle (perhaps in ridicule), till it were
+almost threadbare, seeming vastly pleased (monkey-like) with
+their mimickry, as tho' it provoked us much.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Nature, Roger, has furnish'd some brute animals with
+voices, or, more properly speaking, with organs of sound that
+nearly resemble the human. I have heard of crocodiles weeping
+like a child, to decoy the unwary traveller, who is no sooner
+within their reach, but they seize and devour instantly.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Very true, Dick, I have read of the same; and these
+wolves, being of the canine breed, and having the properties of
+blood-hounds, no doubt are possess'd of a more acute sense of
+smelling, more reason, instinct, sagacity, or what shall I call it?
+than all other brutes. It might have been a piece of cunning of
+theirs, peculiar to them, to make themselves pass for shepherds,
+and decoy our flocks; for, as you know, Dick, all our shepherds
+both play and sing Yankee Doodle, our sheep and lambs are as
+well acquainted with that tune as ourselves, and always make
+up to us whene'er they hear the sound.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Yes, Roger; and now you put me in mind of it I'll tell
+you of something surprising in my turn: I have an old ram and
+an old ewe, that, whenever they sing Yankee Doodle together,
+a skilful musician can scarcely distinguish it from the bass and
+tenor of an organ.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Surprising indeed, Dick, nor do I in the least doubt it;
+and why not, as well as Balaam's ass, speak? and I might add,
+many other asses, now-a-days; and yet, how might that music
+be improved by a judicious disposition of its various parts, by
+the addition of a proper number of sheep and young lambs;
+'t would then likewise resemble the counter, counter tenor, treble,
+and finest pipes of an organ, and might be truly called nature's
+organ; methinks, Dick, I could forever sit and hear such music,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Where all the parts in complication roll,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And with its charming music feast the soul!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Delightful, indeed; I'll attempt it with what little skill
+I have in music; we may then defy these wolves to imitate it,
+and thereby save our flocks: I am well convinced, Roger, these
+wolves intended it rather as a decoy than by way of ridicule,
+because they live by cunning and deception; besides, they could
+never mean to ridicule a piece of music, a tune, of which such
+brutes cannot be supposed to be judges, and, which is allowed
+by the best masters of music to be a composition of the most sublime
+kind, and would have done honour to a Handel or a Correllius.
+Well, go on, Roger, I long to hear the whole.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> When they came to Lexington, where a flock of our
+innocent sheep and young lambs, as usual, were feeding and
+sporting on the plain, these dogs of violence and rapine with
+haughty stride advanc'd, and berated them in a new and unheard
+of language to us.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> I suppose learn'd at their own fam'd universities&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> No doubt; they had teachers among them&mdash;two old
+wolves their leaders, not unlike in features to Smith and Pitcairn,
+as striving to outvie each other in the very dregs of brutal eloquence,
+and more than Billingsgate jargon, howl'd in their ears
+such a peal of new-fangled execrations, and hell-invented oratory,
+till that day unheard in New-England, as struck the whole flock
+with horror, and made them for a while stand aghast, as tho'
+all the wolves in the forest had broke loose upon them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Oh, shocking!&mdash;Roger, go on.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Not content with this, their murdering leaders, with
+premeditated malice, keen appetite, and without provocation,
+gave the howl for the onset, when instantly the whole herd, as if
+the devil had entered into them, ran violently down the hill, and
+fixed their talons and jaws upon them, and as quick as lightning
+eight innocent young lambs fell a sacrifice to their fury, and victims
+to their rapacity; the very houses of our God were no longer
+a sanctuary; many they tore to pieces, and some at the very foot
+of the altar; others were dragged out as in a wanton, gamesome
+mood.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Barbarity inexpressible! more than savage cruelty! I
+hope you'll make their master pay for 'em; there is a law of this
+province, Roger, which obliges the owner of such dogs to pay for
+the mischief they do.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> I know it, Dick; he shall pay, never fear, and that
+handsomely too; he has paid part of it already.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Who is their master, Roger?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> One Lord Paramount; they call him a free-booter;
+a fellow who pretends to be proprietor of all America, and says
+he has a deed for it, and chief ranger of all the flocks, and pretends
+to have a patent for it; has been a long time in the practice
+of killing and stealing sheep in England and Ireland, and had
+like to have been hang'd for it there, but was reprieved by the
+means of his friend <i>George</i>&mdash;I forgot his other name&mdash;not
+Grenville&mdash;not George the Second&mdash;but another George&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> It's no matter, he'll be hang'd yet; he has sent his dogs
+to a wrong place, and lugg'd the wrong sow by the ear; he should
+have sent them to Newfoundland, or Kamchatka, there's no
+sheep there&mdash;But never mind, go on, Roger.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Nor was their voracious appetites satiated there;
+they rush'd into the town of Concord, and proceeded to devour
+every thing that lay in their way; and those brute devils, like
+Sampson's foxes (and as tho' they were men), thrice attempted
+with firebrands to destroy our corn, our town-house and habitations.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Heavens! Could not all this provoke you?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> It did; rage prompted us at length, and found us
+arms 'gainst such hellish mischief to oppose.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Oh, would I had been there!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Our numbers increasing, and arm'd with revenge, we
+in our turn play'd the man; they, unus'd to wounds, with hideous
+yelling soon betook themselves to a precipitate and confused
+flight, nor did we give o'er the chase, till Ph&oelig;bus grew drowsy,
+bade us desist, and wished us a good night.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Of some part of their hasty retreat I was a joyful
+spectator, I saw their tongues lolling out of their mouths, and
+heard them pant like hunted wolves indeed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> Did you not hear how their mirth was turn'd into
+mourning? their fury into astonishment? how soon they quitted
+their howling Yankee Doodle, and chang'd their notes to bellowing?
+how nimbly (yet against their will) they betook themselves
+to dancing? And he was then the bravest dog that beat time
+the swiftest, and footed Yankee Doodle the nimblest.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> Well pleased, Roger, was I with the chase, and glorious
+sport it was: I oft perceiv'd them tumbling o'er each other heels<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>
+over head; nor did one dare stay to help his brother&mdash;but,
+with bloody breech, made the best of his way&mdash;nor ever stopped
+till they were got safe within their lurking-holes&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> From whence they have not the courage to peep out,
+unless four to one, except (like a skunk) forc'd by famine.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> May this be the fate of all those prowling sheep-stealers,
+it behooves the shepherds to double the watch, to take uncommon
+precaution and care of their tender flocks, more especially as
+this is like to be an uncommon severe winter, by the appearance
+of wolves, so early in the season&mdash;but, hark!&mdash;Roger, methinks
+I hear the sound of melody warbling thro' the grove&mdash;Let's sit a
+while, and partake of it unseen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Roger.</span> With all my heart.&mdash;Most delightful harmony! This
+is the First of May; our shepherds and nymphs are celebrating
+our glorious St. Tammany's day; we'll hear the song out, and
+then join in the frolic, and chorus it o'er and o'er again&mdash;This
+day shall be devoted to joy and festivity.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Song.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Tune.</span> <i>The hounds are all out, &amp;c.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="center">1.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Of <i>St. George</i>, or <i>St. Bute</i>, let the poet Laureat sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of <i>Pharaoh</i> or <i>Pluto</i> of old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While he rhymes forth their praise, in false, flattering lays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll sing of St. Tamm'ny the bold, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">2.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Let Hibernia's sons boast, make Patrick their toast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Scots Andrew's fame spread abroad.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Potatoes and oats, and Welch leeks for Welch goats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was never St. Tammany's food, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">3.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">In freedom's bright cause, Tamm'ny pled with applause,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And reason'd most justly from nature;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this, this was his song, all, all the day long:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Liberty's the right of each creature, brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">4.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Whilst under an oak his great parliament sat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His throne was the crotch of the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Solomon's look, without statutes or book,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wisely sent forth his decree, my brave boys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">5.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">His subjects stood round, not the least noise or sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That might <i>Bute</i>, <i>North</i> and <i>Mansfield</i> disgrace, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">6.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">No duties, nor stamps, their blest liberty cramps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A king, tho' no <i>tyrant</i>, was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He did oft'times declare, nay, sometimes wou'd swear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The least of his subjects were free, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">7.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">He, as king of the woods, of the rivers and floods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had a right all beasts to controul;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, content with a few, to give nature her due:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So gen'rous was Tammany's soul! my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">8.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">In the morn he arose, and a-hunting he goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bold Nimrod his second was he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his breakfast he'd take a large venison steak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And despis'd your slip-slops and tea, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">9.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">While all in a row, with squaw, dog and bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vermilion adorning his face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With feathery head he rang'd the woods wide:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>St. George</i> sure had never such grace, my brave boys?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">10.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin saints wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perfumed with bear's grease well smear'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the oil from Aaron's old beard, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">11.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The strong nervous deer, with amazing career,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In swiftness he'd fairly run down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er was such a saint as our own, my brave boys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">12.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">When he'd run down a stag, he behind him wou'd lag;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, so noble a soul had he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd stop, tho' he lost it, tradition reports it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give him fresh chance to get free, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">13.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">With a mighty strong arm, and a masculine bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His arrow he drew to the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">14.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">His table he spread where the venison bled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be thankful, he used to say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a saint and a king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sumptuously dine on his prey, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">15.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd caper, such was his delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ne'er in his days, Indian history says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did lack a good supper at night, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">16.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">On an old stump he sat, without cap or hat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When supper was ready to eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Snap</i>, his dog, he stood by, and cast a sheep's eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For ven'son, the king of all meat, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">17.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lov'd sav'ry meat, such that patriarchs eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of ven'son and squirrel made pottage, brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">18.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">When fourscore years old, as I've oft'times been told,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To doubt it, sure, would not be right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a pipe in his jaw, he'd buss his old squaw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And get a young saint ev'ry night, my brave boys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">19.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho' his sport, 'twere hard to keep from it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blazed like the tail of a comet, brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">20.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">What country on earth, then, did ever give birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To such a magnanimous saint?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His acts far excel all that history tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center">21.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Now, to finish my song, a full flowing bowl<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll quaff, and sing all the long day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my saint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hail ev'ry First of sweet <i>May</i>, my brave boys.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dick.</span> What a seraphic voice! how it enlivens my soul! Come
+away, away, Roger, the moments are precious.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Dick</span> and <span class="smcap">Roger.</span></i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> VII. <i>In a chamber, near Boston, the morning after the
+battle of Bunkers-Hill.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> How lovely is this new-born day!&mdash;The sun rises
+with uncommon radiance after the most gloomy night my wearied
+eyes ever knew.&mdash;The voice of slumber was not heard&mdash;the angel
+of sleep was fled&mdash;and the awful whispers of solemnity and
+silence prevented my eye-lids from closing.&mdash;No wonder&mdash;the
+terrors and ideas of yesterday&mdash;such a scene of war&mdash;of tumult&mdash;hurry
+and hubbub&mdash;of horror and destruction&mdash;the direful noise
+of conflict&mdash;the dismal hissing of iron shot in volleys flying&mdash;such
+bellowing of mortars&mdash;such thund'ring of cannon&mdash;such
+roaring of musketry&mdash;and such clashing of swords and bayonets&mdash;such
+cries of the wounded&mdash;and such streams of blood&mdash;such a
+noise and crush of houses, steeples, and whole streets of desolate
+Charlestown falling&mdash;pillars of fire, and the convulsed vortex
+of fiery flakes, rolling in flaming wreaths in the air, in dreadful
+combustion, seemed as tho' the elements and whole earth were
+envelop'd in one general, eternal conflagration and total ruin,
+and intermingled with black smoke, ascending, on the wings of
+mourning, up to Heaven, seemed piteously to implore the Al<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span>mighty
+interposition to put a stop to such devastation, lest the
+whole earth should be unpeopled in the unnatural conflict&mdash;Too,
+too much for female heroism to dwell upon&mdash;But what are all
+those to the terrors that filled my affrighted imagination the
+last night?&mdash;Dreams&mdash;fancies&mdash;evil bodings&mdash;shadows, phantoms
+and ghastly visions continually hovering around my pillow,
+goading and harrowing my soul with the most terrific appearances,
+not imaginary, but real&mdash;Am I awake?&mdash;Where are the
+British murderers?&mdash;where's my husband?&mdash;my son?&mdash;my
+brother?&mdash;Something more than human tells me all is not well:
+If they are among the slain, 'tis impossible.&mdash;I&mdash;Oh! [<i>She cries.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Neighbour</span></i> [<i>a spectator of the battle</i>].</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> Madam, grieve not so much.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Am I wont to grieve without a cause? Wou'd
+to God I did;&mdash;mock me not&mdash;What voice is that? methinks I
+know it&mdash;some angel sent to comfort me?&mdash;welcome then. [<i>She
+turns about.</i>] Oh, my Neighbour, is it you? My friend, I have
+need of comfort. Hast thou any for me?&mdash;say&mdash;will you not
+speak? Where's my husband?&mdash;my son?&mdash;my brother? Hast
+thou seen them since the battle? Oh! bring me not unwelcome
+tidings! [<i>Cries.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> [<i>Aside. What shall I say?</i>] Madam, I beheld
+them yesterday from an eminence.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Upon that very eminence was I. What then?&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> I saw the brave man Warren, your son and
+brother.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> What? O ye gods!&mdash;Speak on friend&mdash;stop&mdash;what
+saw ye?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> In the midst of the tempest of war&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Where are they now?&mdash;That I saw too&mdash;What is
+all this?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> Madam, hear me&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Then say on&mdash;yet&mdash;Oh, his looks!&mdash;I fear!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> When General Putnam bid the vanguard open
+their front to the&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Oh, trifle not with me&mdash;dear Neighbour!&mdash;where
+shall I find them?&mdash;say&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> [<i>Aside. Heavens! must I tell her!</i>] Madam, be
+patient&mdash;right and left, that all may see who hate us, we are
+prepar'd for them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> What then?&mdash;Can you find 'em?&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> I saw Warren and the other two heroes firm as
+Roxbury stand the shock of the enemy's fiercest attacks, and
+twice put to flight their boasted phalanx.&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> All that I saw, and more; say&mdash;wou'd they not
+come to me, were they well?&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> Madam, hear me&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Oh! he will not speak.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> The enemy return'd to the charge, and stumbling
+o'er the dead and wounded bodies of their friends, Warren
+received them with indissoluble firmness, and notwithstanding
+their battalious aspect, in the midst of the battle, tho' surrounded
+with foes on ev'ry side&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Oh, my Neighbour!&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> Madam&mdash;his nervous arm, like a giant refresh'd
+with wine, hurl'd destruction where'er he came, breathing heroic
+ardour to advent'rous deeds, and long time in even scale the
+battle hung, till at last death turn'd pale and affrighted at the
+carnage&mdash;they ran&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Who ran?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> The enemy, Madam, gave way&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Warren never ran&mdash;yet&mdash;oh! I wou'd he had&mdash;I
+fear&mdash;[<i>Cries.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> I say not so, Madam.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> What say ye then? he was no coward, Neighbour&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> Brave to the last. [<i>Aside. I forgot myself.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> What said you? O Heavens! brave to the last!
+those words&mdash;why do you keep me thus?&mdash;cruel&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> [<i>Aside. She will know it.</i>] I say, Madam, by some
+mistaken orders on our side, the enemy rallied and return'd to
+the charge with fresh numbers, and your husband, son, and
+brother&mdash;Madam&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Stop!&mdash;O ye powers!&mdash;What?&mdash;say no more&mdash;yet
+let me hear&mdash;keep me not thus&mdash;tell me, I charge thee&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> [<i>Aside. I can hold no longer, she must know it.</i>]
+Forgive me, Madam&mdash;I saw them fall&mdash;and Michael, the archangel,
+who vanquish'd Satan, is not more immortal than they.
+[<i>Aside. Who can relate such woes without a tear?</i>],</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> Oh! I've heard enough&mdash;too&mdash;too much [<i>Cries.</i>]
+yet&mdash;if thou hast worse to tell&mdash;say on&mdash;nought worse can be&mdash;O
+ye gods!&mdash;cruel&mdash;cruel&mdash;thrice cruel&mdash;cou'd ye not leave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span>
+me one&mdash;[<i>She faints, and is caught by her friend, and placed
+in a chair; he rings the bell, the family come in, and endeavour to
+bring her to.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> With surprising fortitude she heard the melancholy
+relation, until I came to the last close&mdash;she then gave me
+a mournful look, lifted up her eyes, and immediately sunk motionless
+into my arms.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Woman.</span> Poor soul!&mdash;no wonder&mdash;how I sympathize with her
+in her distress&mdash;my tender bosom can scarcely bear the sight!
+A dreadful loss! a most shocking scene it was, that brothers
+should with brothers war, and in intestine fierce opposition meet,
+to seek the blood of each other, like dogs for a bare bone, who so
+oft in generous friendship and commerce join'd, in festivals of
+love and joy unanimous as the sons of one kind and indulgent
+father, and separately would freely in a good cause spend their
+blood and sacrifice their lives for him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Neighbour.</span> A terrible black day it was, and ever will be
+remembered by New-England, when that vile Briton (unworthy
+the name of a Briton), Lord Boston (curse the name!), whose
+horrid murders stain American soil with blood; perish his name!
+a fratricide! 'twas he who fir'd Charlestown, and spread desolation,
+fire, flames and smoke in ev'ry corner&mdash;he was the wretch,
+that waster of the world, that licens'd robber, that blood-stain'd
+insulter of a free people, who bears the name of Lord Boston,
+but from henceforth shall be called Cain, that pillag'd the ruins,
+and dragg'd and murder'd the infant, the aged and infirm&mdash;(But
+look, she recovers.)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clarissa.</span> O ye angels! ye cherubims and seraphims! waft
+their souls to bliss, bathe their wounds with angelic balsam, and
+crown them with immortality. A faithful, loving and beloved
+husband, a promising and filial son, a tender and affectionate
+brother: Alas! what a loss!&mdash;Whom have I now to comfort me?&mdash;What
+have I left, but the voice of lamentation: [<i>She weeps.</i>]
+Ill-fated bullets&mdash;these tears shall sustain me&mdash;yes, ye dear
+friends! how gladly wou'd I follow you&mdash;but alas! I must still
+endure tribulation and inquietudes, from which you are now
+exempt; I cannot cease to weep, ye brave men, I will mourn
+your fall&mdash;weep on&mdash;flow, mine eyes, and wash away their
+blood, till the fountain of sorrow is dried up&mdash;but, oh! it never&mdash;never
+will&mdash;my sympathetic soul shall dwell on your bosoms,
+and floods of tears shall water your graves; and since all other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span>
+comfort is deny'd me, deprive me not of the only consolation
+left me of meditating on your virtues and dear memories, who
+fell in defense of liberty and your country&mdash;ye brave men&mdash;ye
+more than friends&mdash;ye martyrs to liberty!&mdash;This, this is all I
+ask, till sorrow overwhelms me.&mdash;I breathe my last; and ye
+yourselves, your own bright spirits, come and waft me to your
+peaceful abode, where the voice of lamentation is not heard,
+neither shall we know any more what it is to separate.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Eager the patriot meets his desperate foe</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>With full intent to give the fatal blow;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The cause he fights for animates him high,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>His wife, his children and his liberty:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For these he conquers, or more bravely dies,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And yields himself a willing sacrifice.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_IV" id="ACT_IV"></a>ACT IV.</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I. <i>Near Norfolk, in Virginia, on board a man-of-war,
+<span class="smcap">Lord Kidnapper</span>, in the state-room; a boat appears rowing
+towards the ship.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Sailor</span> and <span class="smcap"> Boatswain</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor.</span> Boatswain!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Holla.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor.</span> Damn my eyes, Mr. Boatswain, but here's a black
+flag of truce coming on board.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Sure enough&mdash;where are they from?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor.</span> From hell, I suppose&mdash;for they're as black as so
+many devils.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Very well&mdash;no matter&mdash;they're recruits for the
+Kidnapper.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor.</span> We shall be all of a colour by and by&mdash;damn me&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> I'll go and inform his Lordship and his pair of
+doxies of it; I suppose by this time they have trim'd their sails,
+and he's done heaving the log.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Boatswain</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i>Near the state-room.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Where's his Lordship?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Servant.</span> He's in the state-room.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> It's time for him to turn out; tell him I want to
+speak to him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Servant.</span> I dare not do it, Boatswain; it's more than my
+life is worth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Damn your squeamish stomach, go directly, or
+I'll go myself.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Servant.</span> For God's sake! Boatswain&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Damn your eyes, you pimping son of a bitch,
+go this instant, or I'll stick my knife in your gammons.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Servant.</span> O Lord! Boatswain. [<i><span class="smcap">Servant</span> goes.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain</span> [<i>solus</i>]. What the devil&mdash;keep a pimp guard
+here, better station the son of a bitch at the mast head, to keep
+a look out there, lest Admiral Hopkins be upon us.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Kidnapper</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> What's your will, Boatswain?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> I beg your Lordship's pardon [<i>Aside. But you
+can soon fetch up Leeway, and spread the water sail again.</i>], please
+your honour, here's a boat full of fine recruits along side for you.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Recruits, Boatswain? you mean soldiers from
+Augustine, I imagine; what reg'mentals have they on?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Mourning, please your honour, and as black as
+our tarpawling.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Ha, ha, well well, take 'em on board, Boatswain,
+I'll be on deck presently.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> With submission to your honour, d' ye see,
+[<i>Scratching his head.</i>] I think we have gallows-looking dogs
+enough on board already&mdash;the scrapings of Newgate, and the
+refuse of Tyburn, and when the wind blows aft, damn 'em, they
+stink like polecats&mdash;but d' ye see, as your honour pleases, with
+submission, if it's Lord Paramount's orders, why it must be so,
+I suppose&mdash;but I've done my duty, d' ye see&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Ha, ha, the work must be done, Boatswain, no
+matter by whom.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Why, aye, that's true, please your honour, any
+port in a storm&mdash;if a man is to be hang'd, or have his throat cut,
+d' ye see&mdash;who are so fit to do it as his own slaves? especially as
+they're to have their freedoms for it; nobody can blame 'em,
+nor your honour neither, for you get them for half price, or
+nothing at all, d' ye see me, and that will help to lessen poor
+Owld England's taxes, and when you have done with 'em here,
+and they get their brains knock'd out, d' ye see, your honour can
+sell them in the West-Indies, and that will be something in your
+honour's pocket, d' ye see&mdash;well, ev'ry man to his trade&mdash;but,
+damn my impudence for all, I see your honour knows all about
+it&mdash;d' ye see.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Boatswain</span>.</i></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <i><span class="smcap">Lord Kidnapper</span> returns to his state-room; the
+<span class="smcap">Boatswain</span> comes on deck and pipes.</i></p>
+
+<p>All hands ahoy&mdash;hand a rope, some of you Tories, forward
+there, for his worship's reg'ment of black guards to come aboard.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Negroes</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Your humble servant, Gentlemen, I suppose
+you want to see Lord Kidnapper?&mdash;Clear the gangway there of
+them Tyburn tulips. Please to walk aft, brother soldiers, that's
+the fittest birth for you, the Kidnapper's in the state-room, he'll
+hoist his sheet-anchor presently, he'll be up in a jiffin&mdash;as soon
+as he has made fast the end of his small rope athwart Jenny
+Bluegarter and Kate Common's stern posts.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">First Sailor.</span> Damn my eyes, but I suppose, messmate, we
+must bundle out of our hammocks this cold weather, to make
+room for these black regulars to stow in, tumble upon deck, and
+choose a soft berth among the snow?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Second Sailor.</span> Blast 'em, if they come within a cable's length
+of my hammock, I'll kick 'em to hell through one of the gun ports.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Come, come, brothers, don't be angry, I suppose
+we shall soon be in a warmer latitude&mdash;the Kidnapper seems as
+fond of these black regulars (as you call 'em, Jack) as he is of the
+brace of whores below; but as they come in so damn'd slow, I'll
+put him in the humour of sending part of the fleet this winter to
+the coast of Guinea, and beat up for volunteers, there he'll get
+recruits enough for a hogshead or two of New-England rum, and
+a few owld pipe-shanks, and save poor Owld-England the trouble
+and expense of clothing them in the bargain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">First Sailor.</span> Aye, <span class="smcap">Boatswain</span>, any voyage, so it's a warm
+one&mdash;if it's to hell itself&mdash;for I'm sure the devil must be better
+off than we, if we are to stay here this winter.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Second Sailor.</span> Any voyage, so it's to the southward, rather
+than stay here at lazy anchor&mdash;no fire, nothing to eat or drink,
+but suck our frosty fists like bears, unless we turn sheep-stealers
+again, and get our brains knock'd out. Eigh, master cook, you're
+a gentleman now&mdash;nothing to do&mdash;grown so proud, you won't
+speak to poor folks, I suppose?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> The devil may cook for 'em for me&mdash;if I had any thing
+to cook&mdash;a parcel of frozen half-starv'd dogs. I should never
+be able to keep 'em out of the cook room, or their noses out of
+the slush-tub.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Damn your old smoky jaws, you're better off
+than any man aboard, your trouble will be nothing,&mdash;for I suppose
+they'll be disbursted in different messes among the Tories,
+and it's only putting on the big pot, cockey. Ha, ha, ha.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> What signifies, Mr. Boatswain, the big pot or the
+little pot, if there's nothing to cook? no fire, coal or wood to cook
+with? Blast my eyes, Mr. Boatswain, if I disgrease myself so
+much, I have had the honour, damn me (tho' I say it that
+shou'dn't say it) to be chief cook of a seventy-four gun ship, on
+board of which was Lord Abel-Marl and Admiral Poke-Cock.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Damn the liars&mdash;old singe-the-devil&mdash;you chief
+cook of a seventy-four gun ship, eigh? you the devil, you're as
+proud as hell, for all you look as old as Matheg'lum, hand a pair
+of silk stockings for our cook here, d' ye see&mdash;lash a handspike
+athwart his arse, get a ladle full of slush and a handful of brimstone
+for his hair, and step one of you Tories there for the devil's
+barber to come and shave and dress him. Ha, ha, ha.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> No, Mr. Boatswain, it's not pride&mdash;but look 'e (as I
+said before), I'll not disgrease my station, I'll throw up my commission,
+before I'll stand cook for a parcel of scape gallows, convict
+Tory dogs and run-away Negroes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> What's that you say? Take care, old frosty
+face&mdash;What? do you accuse his worship of turning kidnapper,
+and harbouring run-away Negroes?&mdash;Softly, or you'll be taken
+up for a Whig, and get a handsome coat of slush and hog's feathers
+for a christmas-box, cockey: Throw up your commission, eigh?
+throw up the pot-halliards, you mean, old piss-to-windward?
+Ha, ha, ha.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> I tell you, Mr. Boatswain&mdash;I&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Come, come, give us a chaw of tobacco, Cook&mdash;
+blast your eyes, don't take any pride in what I say&mdash;I'm only
+joking, d' ye see&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> Well, but Mr. Boatswain&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Come, avast, belay the lanyards of your jaws,
+and let's have no more of it, d' ye see. [<i><span class="smcap">Boatswain</span> pipes.</i>] Make
+fast that boat along side there.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt ev'ry man to his station.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV. <i><span class="smcap">Lord Kidnapper</span> comes up on the quarter-deck.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Well, my brave blacks, are you come to list?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Eas, massa Lord, you preazee.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> How many are there of you?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Twenty-two, massa.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Very well, did you all run away from your
+masters?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Eas, massa Lord, eb'ry one, me too.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> That's clever; they have no right to make you
+slaves, I wish all the Negroes wou'd do the same, I'll make 'em
+free&mdash;what part did you come from?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Disse brack man, disse one, disse one, disse one, disse
+one, come from Hamton, disse one, disse one, disse one, come
+from Nawfok, me come from Nawfok too.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Very well, what was your master's name?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Me massa name Cunney Tomsee.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Colonel Thompson&mdash;eigh?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Eas, massa, Cunney Tomsee.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Well then I'll make you a major&mdash;and what's
+your name?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Me massa cawra me Cudjo.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Cudjo?&mdash;very good&mdash;was you ever christened,
+Cudjo?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> No massa, me no crissen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Well, then I'll christen you&mdash;you shall be called
+Major Cudjo Thompson, and if you behave well, I'll soon make
+you a greater man than your master, and if I find the rest of you
+behave well, I'll make you all officers, and after you have serv'd
+Lord Paramount a while, you shall have money in your pockets,
+good clothes on your backs, and be as free as them white men
+there. [<i>Pointing forward to a parcel of Tories.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Tankee, massa, gaw bresse, massa Kidnap.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] What a damn'd big mouth that Cudjo
+has&mdash;as large as our main hatch-way&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] Aye, he's come to a wrong place to make a
+good use of it&mdash;it might stand some little chance at a Lord
+Mayor's feast.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Now go forward, give 'em something to eat and
+drink there. [<i>Aside.</i>] Poor devils, they look half starved and
+naked like ourselves.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] I don't know where the devil they'll get it:
+the sight of that fellow's mouth is enough to breed a famine on
+board, if there was not one already.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor.</span> Aye, he'd tumble plenty down his damn'd guts and
+swallow it, like Jones swallow'd the whale.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> To-morrow you shall have guns like them white
+men&mdash;Can you shoot some of them rebels ashore, Major Cudjo?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Eas, massa, me try.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Wou'd you shoot your old master, the Colonel,
+if you could see him?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cudjo.</span> Eas, massa, you terra me, me shoot him down dead.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> That's a brave fellow&mdash;damn 'em&mdash;down with
+them all&mdash;shoot all the damn'd rebels.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> [<i>Aside.</i>] Brave fellows indeed!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Serjeant!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> I wait your Lordship's commands.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Serjeant, to-morrow begin to teach those black
+recruits the exercise, and when they have learn'd sufficiently
+well to load and fire, then incorporate them among the regulars
+and the other Whites on board; we shall in a few days have some
+work for 'em, I expect&mdash;be as expeditious as possible. [<i>Aside to
+him.</i>] Set a guard over them every night, and take their arms
+from them, for who knows but they may cut our throats.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> Very true, My Lord, I shall take particular care.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Kidnapper</span>; <span class="smcap">Serjeant</span>
+and <span class="smcap">Negroes</span> walk forward.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> V.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> Damn 'em, I'd rather see half their weight in beef.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Aye, curse their stomachs, or mutton either; then
+our Cook wou'dn't be so damn'd lazy as he is, strutting about
+the deck like a nobleman, receiving Paramount's pay for nothing.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> Walk faster, damn your black heads. I suppose,
+Boatswain, when this hell-cat reg'ment's complete, they'll be
+reviewed in Hyde park?&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Boatswain.</span> Aye, blast my eyes, and our Chaplain with his
+dirty black gown, or our Cook, shall be their general, and review
+'em, for he talks of throwing up his pot-halliards commission, in
+hopes of it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> Ha, ha, ha.&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Cook.</span> I'd see the devil have 'em first.&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Serjeant</span>, &amp;c.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> VI. <i>In the cabin.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Lord Kidnapper</span>, <span class="smcap">Captain Squires</span>, and <span class="smcap">Chaplain</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> These blacks are no small acquisition, them and
+the Tories we have on board will strengthen us vastly; the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span>
+thoughts of emancipation will make 'em brave, and the encouragement
+given them by my proclamation, will greatly intimidate
+the rebels&mdash;internal enemies are worse than open foes.&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> Very true, My Lord; David prayed that he might
+be preserved from secret enemies.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Aye, so I've heard, but I look upon this to be a
+grand man&oelig;uvre in politics; this is making dog eat dog&mdash;thief
+catch thief&mdash;the servant against his master&mdash;rebel against rebel&mdash;what
+think you of that, parson?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> A house divided thus against itself cannot stand,
+according to scripture&mdash;My Lord, your observation is truly
+scriptural.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Scripture? poh, poh&mdash;I've nothing to do with
+scripture&mdash;I mean politically, parson.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> I know it very well; sure, My Lord, I understand
+you perfectly.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Faith that's all I care for; if we can stand our
+ground this winter, and burn all their towns that are accessible
+to our ships, and Colonel Connolly succeeds in his plan, there's
+not the least doubt but we shall have supplies from England very
+early in the spring, which I have wrote for; then, in conjunction
+with Connolly, we shall be able to make a descent where we
+please, and drive the rebels like hogs into a pen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> And then gather them (as the scriptures say) as
+a hen gathereth her chickens.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> True, Mr. Scripture.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain Squires.</span> Very good, but you must take care of the
+hawks.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> What do you mean by the hawks, Captain?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain Squires.</span> I mean the shirt-men, the rifle-men, My Lord.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Aye, damn 'em, hawks indeed; they are cursed
+dogs; a man is never safe where they are, but I'll take care to be
+out of their reach, let others take their chance, for I see they
+have no respect to persons&mdash;I suppose they wou'd shoot at me,
+if I were within their reach.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> Undoubtedly, they would be more fond of you
+than of a wild turkey; a parcel of ignorant, unmannerly rascals,
+they pay no more respect to a Lord than they wou'd to a devil.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> The scoundrels are grown so damn'd impudent
+too, that one can scarcely get a roasting pig now-a-days, but I'll
+be even with some of 'em by and by.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> I hope we shall get something good for our Christmas
+dinner&mdash;so much abstinence and involuntary mortification,
+cannot be good for the soul&mdash;a war in the body corporal is of
+more dangerous consequence than a civil war to the state, or
+heresy and schism to the church.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Very true, parson&mdash;very true&mdash;now I like your
+doctrine&mdash;a full belly is better than an empty sermon; preach
+that doctrine;&mdash;stick to that text, and you'll not fail of making
+converts.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> The wisest of men said, there is nothing better,
+than that a man should enjoy that which he hath, namely, eat,
+drink, and be merry, if he can.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> You're very right&mdash;Solomon was no fool, they
+say&mdash;[<i>He sings.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Give me a charming lass, Twangdillo cries,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>I know no pleasure, but love's sweet joys.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> [<i>Sings.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Give me the bottle, says the red face sot,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For a whore I'd not give six-pence, not a groat.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Yet two is better than one, my Lord, for the scriptures further
+say, if one be alone, how can there be heat? You seem to be
+converted to that belief, for you have a brace of them, as the
+Boatswain says.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Kidnapper.</span> Ha, ha. It's a pity but you were a bishop, you
+have the scriptures so pat&mdash;now I'll go and take a short nap,
+meanwhile; Captain, if any thing new happens, pray order my
+servant to wake me.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain Squires.</span> I will, my Lord.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Kidnapper</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> And you and I'll crack a bottle, Captain; (bring
+a bottle, boy!) 'tis bad enough to perish by famine, but ten
+thousand times worse to be chok'd for want of moisture. His
+Lordship and two more make three; and you and I and the
+bottle make three more, and a three-fold cord is not easily broken;
+so we're even with him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain Squires.</span> With all my heart.&mdash;Boy, bear a hand!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tom.</span> Coming, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> Tom, Tom!&mdash;make haste, you scoundrel!&mdash;fetch
+two bottles. I think we can manage it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Tom</span> with the bottles.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Chaplain.</span> That's right, Tom.&mdash;Now bring the glasses, and
+shut the door after you.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Tom</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> VII. <i>In Boston. A council of war after
+the battle of Bunker's-Hill.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Lord Boston</span>, <span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone</span>, <span class="smcap">Elbow Room</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Mr. Caper</span>, <span class="smcap">General Clinton</span>, <span class="smcap">Earl Percy.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> I fully expected, with the help of the last
+reinforcement you brought me over, and the advice and assistance
+of three accomplish'd and experienc'd Generals, I should have
+been able to have subdued the rebels, and gain'd immortal laurels
+to myself&mdash;have return'd to Old England like a Roman Consul,
+with a score or two of the rebel Generals, Colonels and Majors,
+to have grac'd my triumph.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elbow Room.</span> You have been vastly disappointed, sir&mdash;you
+must not look for laurels (unless wild ones) nor expect triumphs
+(unless sham ones) from your own victories or conquests in
+America.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> And yet, not more disappointed than you, sir&mdash;witness
+your thrasonical speeches on your first landing, provided
+you had but elbow room&mdash;and Mr. Caper too, to bring over
+Monsieur Rigadoon, the dancing-master, and Signor Rosin,
+the fiddler forsooth; he thought, no doubt, to have country
+danc'd the rebels out of their liberty with some of his new cuts&mdash;with
+his soft music to have fascinated their wives and daughters,
+and with some of 'em, no doubt, to have taken the tour of
+America, with his reg'ment of fine, sleek, prancing horses, that
+have been feeding this six months on codfish tails; he thought
+to have grown fat with feasting, dancing, and drinking tea with
+the Ladies, instead of being the skeleton he now appears to be&mdash;not
+to mention any thing of his letter, wherein he laments Tom's
+absence; for<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> "had Tom been with him (he says) he wou'd have
+been out of danger, and quite secure from the enemy's shot."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Percy.</span> I think, Gentlemen, we're even with you now; you
+have had your mirth and frolic with us, for dancing "Yankee
+Doodle," as you called it, from Lexington.&mdash;I find you have
+had a severer dance, a brave sweat at Bunker's Hill, and have
+been obliged to pay the fiddler in the bargain.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p>
+<p><span class="smcap">Clinton.</span> However, Gentlemen, I approve (at proper seasons)
+of a little joking, yet I can by no means think (as we have had
+such bad success with our crackers) that this is a proper time to
+throw your squibs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> I grant you, sir, this is a very improper time
+for joking; for my part, I was only speaking as to my own
+thoughts, when Mr. Elbow Room made remarks, which he might
+as well have spared.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elbow Room.</span> I took you, sir, as meaning a reflection upon
+us for our late great loss, and particularly to myself, for expressing
+some surprise on our first landing, that you should suffer a parcel
+of ignorant peasants to drive you before 'em like sheep from
+Lexington; and I must own I was a little chagrin'd at your seeming
+so unconcern'd at such an affair as this (which had nearly
+prov'd our ruin), by your innuendoes and ironical talk of accomplish'd
+Generals, Roman Consuls and triumphs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> My mentioning accomplish'd Generals, surely,
+sir, was rather a compliment to you.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elbow Room.</span> When irony pass current for compliments,
+and we take it so, I shall have no objection to it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Caper.</span> The affair of Lexington, My Lord Boston, at
+which you were so much affrighted (if I am rightly inform'd),
+was because you then stood on your own bottom, this of Bunker's
+Hill you seem secretly to rejoice at, only because you have three
+accomplish'd and experienc'd Generals to share the disgrace with
+you, besides the brave Admiral Tombstone&mdash;you talk of dancing
+and fiddling, and yet you do neither, as I see.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> And pray, sir, what did you do with the commission,
+the post, the Duke of Grafton gave you, in lieu of your
+losses at Preston election, and the expenses of your trial at the
+king's bench for a riot, which had emptied your pockets?&mdash;Why
+you sold it&mdash;you sold it, sir&mdash;to raise cash to gamble with.&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Damn it, don't let us kick up a dust
+among ourselves, to be laugh'd at fore and aft&mdash;this is a hell of
+a council of war&mdash;though I believe it will turn out one before
+we've done&mdash;a scolding and quarrelling like a parcel of damn'd
+butter whores&mdash;I never heard two whores yet scold and quarrel,
+but they got to fighting at last.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clinton.</span> Pray, Gentlemen, drop this discourse, consider the
+honour of England is at stake, and our own safety depends upon
+this day's consultation.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> 'Tis not for argument's sake&mdash;but the dignity
+of my station requires others should give up first.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elbow Room.</span> Sir, I have done, lest you should also accuse
+me of obstructing the proceedings of the council of war.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Caper.</span> For the same reason I drop it now.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Well, Gentlemen, what are we met here for?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Who the devil shou'd know, if you
+don't?&mdash;damn it, didn't you send for us?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> Our late great loss of men has tore up the
+foundation of our plan, and render'd all further attempts impracticable&mdash;'t
+will be a long time ere we can expect any more reinforcements&mdash;and
+if they should arrive, I'm doubtful of their
+success.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Clinton.</span> The provincials are vastly strong, and seem no
+novices in the art of war; 'tis true we gain'd the hill at last,
+but of what advantage is it to us?&mdash;none&mdash;the loss of 1400 as
+brave men as Britain can boast of, is a melancholy consideration,
+and must make our most sanguinary friends in England abate
+of their vigour.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elbow Room.</span> I never saw or read of any battle equal to it&mdash;never
+was more martial courage display'd, and the provincials,
+to do the dogs justice, fought like heroes, fought indeed more like
+devils than men; such carnage and destruction not exceeded by
+Blenheim, Minden, Fontenoy, Ramillies, Dettingen, the battle
+of the Boyne, and the late affair of the Spaniards and Algerines&mdash;a
+mere cock-fight to it&mdash;no laurels there.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Caper.</span> No, nor triumphs neither&mdash;I regret in particular
+the number of brave officers that fell that day, many of whom
+were of the first families in England.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Aye, a damn'd affair indeed&mdash;many
+powder'd beaus&mdash;petit maitres&mdash;fops&mdash;fribbles&mdash;skip jacks&mdash;macaronies&mdash;jack
+puddings&mdash;noblemen's bastards and whores'
+sons fell that day&mdash;and my poor marines stood no more chance
+with 'em than a cat in hell without claws.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> It can't be help'd, Admiral; what is to be done
+next?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Done?&mdash;why, what the devil have you
+done? nothing yet, but eat Paramount's beef, and steal a few
+Yankee sheep&mdash;and that, it seems, is now become a damn'd
+lousy, beggarly trade too, for you hav'n't left yourselves a mouthful
+to eat.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="lfloat">[<i>Aside.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="poem" style="margin-left:30%"><div class="stanza" style="margin-left:0em;">
+<span class="i0">"<i>Bold at the council board,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>But cautious in the field, he shunn'd the sword.</i>"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> But what can we do, Admiral?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Do?&mdash;why, suck your paws&mdash;that's all
+you're like to get. [<i>Aside.</i>] But avast, I must bowse taught
+there, or we shall get to loggerheads soon, we're such damn'd
+fighting fellows.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> We must act on the defensive this winter, till
+reinforcements arrive.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Defensive? aye, aye&mdash;if we can defend
+our bellies from hunger, and prevent a mutiny and civil war
+among the small guts there this winter, we shall make a glorious
+campaign of it, indeed&mdash;it will read well in the American Chronicles.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> I expect to be recalled this winter, when I shall
+lay the case before Lord Paramount, and let him know your
+deplorable situation.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Aye, do&mdash;and lay it behind him too;
+you've got the weather-gage of us this tack, messmate; but I
+wish you a good voyage for all&mdash;and don't forget to tell him, the
+poor worms are starving too, having nothing to eat, but half
+starv'd dead soldiers and the ships' bottoms. [<i>Aside.</i>] A cunning
+old fox, he's gnaw'd his way handsomely out of the Boston
+cage&mdash;but he'll never be a <i>wolf</i>, for all that.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Caper.</span> I shall desire to be recalled too&mdash;I've not been
+us'd to such fare&mdash;and not the least diversion or entertainment
+of any sort going forward here&mdash;I neither can nor will put up
+with it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> I think we're all a parcel of damn'd
+boobies for coming three thousand miles upon a wild-goose chase&mdash;to
+perish with cold&mdash;starve with hunger&mdash;get our brains
+knock'd out, or be hang'd for sheep-stealing and robbing hen-roosts.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> I think, Admiral, you're always grumbling&mdash;never
+satisfied.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> Satisfied? I see no appearance of it&mdash;we
+have been here these twelve hours, scolding upon empty
+stomachs&mdash;you may call it a council of war (and so it is indeed,
+a war with the guts) or what you will&mdash;but I call it a council of
+famine.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lord Boston.</span> As it's so late, Gentlemen, we'll adjourn the
+council of war till to-morrow at nine o'clock&mdash;I hope you'll all
+attend, and come to a conclusion.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Admiral Tombstone.</span> And I hope you'll then conclude to
+favour us with one of them fine turkeys you're keeping for your
+sea store [<i>Aside.</i>] or that fine, fat, black pig you or some of your
+guard stole out of the poor Negroe's pen. As it's near Christmas,
+and you're going to make your exit&mdash;you know the old custom
+among the sailors&mdash;pave your way first&mdash;let us have one good
+dinner before we part, and leave us half a dozen pipes of Mr.
+Hancock's wine to drink your health, and a good voyage, and
+don't let us part with dry lips.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Such foolish councils, with no wisdom fraught,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Must end in wordy words, and come to nought;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Just like St. James's, where they bluster, scold,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>They nothing know&mdash;yet they despise being told.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> See Burgoyne's letter.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_V" id="ACT_V"></a>ACT V.</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I. <i>At Montreal.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">General Prescot</span> and <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">General Prescot.</span></p>
+
+<p>So it seems indeed, one misfortune seldom comes alone.&mdash;The
+rebels, after the taking of Ticonderoga and Chamblee,
+as I just now learn by a Savage, marched immediately to besiege
+St. John's, and are now before that place, closely investing it, and
+no doubt intend paying us a visit soon.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Say you so? then 'tis time to look about us.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> They'll find us prepar'd, I'll warrant 'em,
+to give 'em such a reception as they little dream of&mdash;a parcel of
+Yankee dogs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Their success, no doubt, has elated them, and
+given 'em hopes of conquering all Canada soon, if that's their
+intent.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> No doubt it is&mdash;but I'll check their career
+a little.&mdash;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Scouting Officer</span>, with <span class="smcap">Colonel Allen</span>,
+and other prisoners.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Scouting Officer.</span> Sir, I make bold to present you with a
+few prisoners&mdash;they are a scouting detachment from the army
+besieging St. John's.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Prisoners? Rebels, I suppose, and scarcely
+worth hanging.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Sir, you suppose wrong&mdash;you mean scarcely
+worth your while to attempt.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Pray, who are you, sir?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> A man, sir, and who had the honour, till now,
+to command those brave men, whom you call rebels.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> What is your name? If I may be so bold?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Allen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Allen?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Yes, Allen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Are you that Allen, that Colonel Allen (as
+they call him) that dar'd to take Ticonderoga?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> The same&mdash;the very man.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Then rebels you are, and as such I shall treat
+you, for daring to oppose Lord Paramount's troops, and the laws
+of the land.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Prisoners we are, 'tis true&mdash;but we despise the
+name of a rebel&mdash;With more propriety that name is applicable
+to your master&mdash;'tis he who attempts to destroy the laws of the
+land, not us&mdash;we mean to support them, and defend our property
+against Paramount's and parliamentary tyranny.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> To answer you were a poorness of spirit I
+despise; when rebels dare accuse, power that replies, forgets
+to punish; I am not to argue that point with you: And let me
+tell you, sir, whoever you are, it now ill becomes you thus to talk&mdash;You're
+my prisoner&mdash;your life is in my hands, and you shall
+suffer immediately&mdash;Guards! take them away.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Cruel insult!&mdash;pardon these brave men!&mdash;what
+they have done has been by my orders&mdash;I am the only guilty
+person (if guilt there be), let me alone suffer for them all. [<i>Opening
+his breast.</i>] Here! take your revenge&mdash;Why do you hesitate?&mdash;Will
+you not strike a breast that ne'er will flinch from
+your pointed bayonet?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Provoke me not&mdash;Remember you're my
+prisoners.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Our souls are free!&mdash;Strike, cowards, strike!&mdash;I
+scorn to beg my life.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Prescot.</span> Guards! away with them&mdash;I'll reserve you
+for a more ignominious death&mdash;your fate is fix'd&mdash;away with
+them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> [<i>Going off.</i>] Be glutted, ye thirsters after human
+blood&mdash;Come, see me suffer&mdash;mark my eye, and scorn me, if my
+expiring soul confesses fear&mdash;Come, see and be taught virtue,
+and to die as a patriot for the wrongs of my country.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Prisoners</span> and <span class="smcap">Guards</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i>A Dungeon.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> What! ye infernal monsters! murder us in the
+dark?&mdash;What place is this?&mdash;Who reigns king of these gloomy
+mansions?&mdash;You might favour us at least with one spark of light&mdash;Ye
+cannot see to do your business here.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> 'Tis our orders.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Ye dear, ye brave, wretched friends!&mdash;now
+would I die for ye all&mdash;ye share a death I wou'd gladly excuse
+you from&mdash;'Tis not death I fear&mdash;this is only bodily death&mdash;but
+to die noteless in the silent dark, is to die scorn'd, and shame our
+suff'ring country&mdash;we fall undignify'd by villains' hands&mdash;a
+sacrifice to Britain's outcast blood-hounds&mdash;This, this shakes the
+soul!&mdash;Come then, ye murderers, since it must be so&mdash;do your
+business speedily&mdash;Farewell, my friends! to die with you is now
+my noblest claim since to die for you was a choice deny'd&mdash;What
+are ye about?&mdash;Stand off, ye wretches!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> I am order'd to lay you in irons. [<i>They seize him.</i>]
+You must submit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> What, do you mean to torture us to death with
+chains, racks and gibbets? rather despatch us immediately&mdash;Ye
+executioners, ye inquisitors, does this cruelty proceed from the
+lenity I shewed to the prisoners I took?&mdash;Did it offend you that I
+treated them with friendship, generosity, honour and humanity?&mdash;If
+it did, our suff'rings will redound more to our honour, and
+our fall be the more glorious&mdash;But remember, this fall will prove
+your own one day&mdash;Wretches! I fear you not, do your worst; and
+while I here lay suff'ring and chain'd on my back to the damp
+floor, I'll yet pray for your conversion.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Excuse us, we have only obey'd our order.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Col. Allen.</span> Then I forgive you; but pray execute them.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Oh! my lost friends! 'tis liberty, not breath,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Gives the brave life. Shun slav'ry more than death.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He who spurns fear, and dares disdain to be,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Mocks chains and wrongs&mdash;and is forever free;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>While the base coward, never safe, tho' low,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Creeps but to suff'rings, and lives on for woe!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Guards</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III. <i>In the Camp at Cambridge.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">General Washington</span>, <span class="smcap">General Lee</span>, and <span class="smcap">General Putnam</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">General Washington.</span></p>
+
+<p>Our accounts from the Northward, so far, are very favourable;
+Ticonderoga, Chamblee, St. John's and Montreal our troops are
+already in possession of&mdash;and Colonel Arnold, having penetrated
+Canada, after suff'ring much thro' cold, fatigue and want of provisions,
+is now before Quebec, and General Montgomery, I understand,
+is in full march to join him; see these letters.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>They read.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> The brave, the intrepid Arnold, with his handful
+of fearless troops, have dar'd beyond the strength of mortals&mdash;Their
+courage smil'd at doubts, and resolutely march'd on,
+clamb'ring (to all but themselves) insurmountable precipices,
+whose tops, covered with ice and snow, lay hid in the clouds,
+and dragging baggage, provisions, ammunition and artillery
+along with them, by main strength, in the dead of winter, over
+such stupendous and amazing heights, seems almost unparallelled
+in history!&mdash;'Tis true, Hannibal's march over the Alps
+comes the nearest to it&mdash;it was a surprising undertaking, but
+when compar'd to this, appears but as a party of pleasure, an
+agreeable walk, a sabbath day's journey.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Posterity will stand amazed, and be astonish'd
+at the heroes of this new world, that the spirit of patriotism
+should blaze to such a height, and eclipse all others, should outbrave
+fatigue, danger, pain, peril, famine and even death itself,
+to serve their country; that they should march, at this inclement
+season, thro' long and dreary deserts, thro' the remotest wilds,
+covered with swamps and standing lakes, beset with trees, bushes
+and briars, impervious to the cheering rays of the sun, where are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span>
+no traces or vestiges of human footsteps, wild, untrodden paths,
+that strike terror into the fiercest of the brute creation.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>No bird of song to cheer the gloomy desert!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No animals of gentle love's enliven!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> Let Britons do the like&mdash;no&mdash;they dare not
+attempt it&mdash;let 'em call forth the Hanoverian, the Hessian, the
+hardy Ruffian, or, if they will, the wild Cossacks and Kalmucks
+of Tartary, and they would tremble at the thought! And who
+but Americans dare undertake it? The wond'ring moon and
+stars stood aloof, and turn'd pale at the sight!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> I rejoice to hear the Canadians received
+them kindly, after their fatigue furnish'd them with the necessaries
+of life, and otherways treated them very humanely&mdash;And
+the savages, whose hair stood on end, and look'd and listen'd
+with horror and astonishment at the relation of the fatigues and
+perils they underwent, commiserated them, and afforded all
+the succour in their power.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> The friendship of the Canadians and Savages, or
+even their neutrality alone, are favourable circumstances that
+cannot fail to hearten our men; and the junction of General
+Montgomery will inspire 'em with fresh ardour.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Heavens prosper 'em!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Officer</span> and <span class="smcap">Express</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Sir, here's an Express.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Express.</span> I have letters to your Excellency.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> From whence?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Express.</span> From Canada, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> From the army?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Express.</span> From the headquarters, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> I hope matters go well there.&mdash;Had
+General Montgomery join'd Colonel Arnold when you left it?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Express.</span> He had, sir&mdash;these letters are from both those
+gentlemen.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Gives him the letters.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Very well. You may now withdraw and
+refresh yourself, unless you've further to say&mdash;I'll dispatch you
+shortly.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Express.</span> Nothing further, sir.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Officer</span> and <span class="smcap">Express</span>.</i></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> [<i>Opens and reads the letter to <span class="smcap">Generals
+Lee</span> and <span class="smcap">Putnam</span>.</i>] I am well pleased with their contents&mdash;all but
+the behaviour of the haughty Carleton&mdash;to fire upon a flag of
+truce, hitherto unprecedented, even amongst Savages or Algerines&mdash;his
+cruelty to the prisoners is cowardly, and personal ill
+treatment of General Montgomery is unbecoming a General&mdash;a
+soldier&mdash;and beneath a Gentleman&mdash;and leaves an indelible mark
+of brutality&mdash;I hope General Montgomery, however, will not
+follow his example.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> I hope so too, sir&mdash;if it can be avoided; it's a
+disgrace to the soldier, and a scandal to the Gentleman&mdash;so long
+as I've been a soldier, my experience has not furnish'd me with a
+like instance.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> I see no reason why he shou'dn't be paid
+in his own coin.&mdash;If a man bruises my heel, I'll break his
+head&mdash;I cannot see the reason or propriety of bearing with
+their insults&mdash;does he not know it's in our power to retaliate
+fourfold?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> Let's be good natur'd, General&mdash;let us see a little
+more of it first&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> I think we have seen enough of it already for
+this twelve-months past. Methinks the behaviour of Lord
+Boston, the ill treatment of poor Allen, to be thrown into a
+loathsome dungeon like a murderer, be loaded with irons, and
+transported like a convict, would sufficiently rouse us to a just
+retaliation&mdash;that imperious red coat, Carleton, should be taught
+good manners&mdash;I hope to see him ere long in our College at
+Cambridge&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> I doubt; he'll be too cunning, and play truant&mdash;he
+has no notion of learning American manners; ev'ry dog
+must have his day (as the saying is); it may be our time by and
+by&mdash;the event of war is uncertain&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Very true, sir; but don't let us be laugh'd at
+forever.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter an <span class="smcap">Officer</span> in haste.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Officer.</span> Sir, a messenger this moment from Quebec waits
+to be admitted.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Let him enter.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Messenger</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> What news bring you?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> I am sorry, sir, to be the bearer of an unpleasing
+tale&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Bad news have you?&mdash;have you letters?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> None, sir&mdash;I came off at a moment's warning&mdash;my
+message is verbal.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Then relate what you know.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> After the arrival and junction of General Montgomery's
+troops with Colonel Arnold's, Carleton was summoned
+to surrender; he disdaining any answer, fir'd on the flag of
+truce&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> That we have heard&mdash;go on.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> The General finding no breach could be effected
+in any reasonable time, their walls being vastly strong, and his
+cannon rather light, determined to attempt it by storm&mdash;The
+enemy were apprized of it&mdash;however, he passed the first barrier,
+and was attempting the second, where he was unfortunately
+killed, with several other brave officers&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Is General Montgomery killed?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> He is certainly, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> I am sorry for it&mdash;a brave man&mdash;I could
+wish him a better fate!&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> I lament the loss of him&mdash;a resolute soldier&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Pity such bravery should prove unsuccessful,
+such merit unrewarded;&mdash;but the irreversible decree of Providence!&mdash;who
+can gainsay?&mdash;we may lament the loss of a
+friend, but 'tis irreligious to murmur at pre-ordination. What
+happ'ned afterwards?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> The officer next in command, finding their
+attacks at that time unsuccessful, retired in good order.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> What became of Colonel Arnold?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> Colonel Arnold, at the head of about three hundred
+and fifty brave troops, and Captain Lamb's company of
+artillery, having in the mean time passed through St. Rocques,
+attacked a battery, and carried it, tho' well defended, with the
+loss of some men&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> I hope they proved more successful.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> Aye, let us hear.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> The Colonel about this time received a wound in
+his leg, and was obliged to crawl as well as he cou'd to the hospital,
+thro' the fire of the enemy, and within fifty yards of the walls,
+but, thro' Providence, escap'd any further damage.&mdash;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Aye, providential indeed!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Is he dangerously wounded?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> I am told not, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> I am glad of it.&mdash;What follow'd?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> His brave troops pushed on to the second barrier,
+and took possession of it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Very good&mdash;proceed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> A party of the enemy then sallying out from the
+palace-gate, attacked them in the rear, whom they fought with
+incredible bravery for three hours, and deeds of eternal fame
+were done; but being surrounded on all sides, and overpowered
+by numbers, were at last obliged to submit themselves as prisoners
+of war.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Heav'ns! could any thing prove more unlucky?
+such brave fellows deserve better treatment than they'll get (I'm
+afraid) from the inhuman Carleton.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> Such is the fortune of war, and the vicissitudes
+attending a military life; to-day conquerors, to-morrow prisoners.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> He dares not treat them ill&mdash;only as
+prisoners. Did you learn how those brave fellows were treated?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> It was currently reported in the camp they
+were treated very humanely.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> A change for the better.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Produc'd by fear, no doubt from General
+Montgomery's letter&mdash;but no matter from what cause.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> How far did the remainder of the army retire?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> About two miles from the city, where they are
+posted very advantageously, continuing the blockade, and waiting
+for reinforcements.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> Did the enemy shew any peculiar marks of distinction
+to the corpse of General Montgomery?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> He was interred in Quebec, with ev'ry possible
+mark of distinction.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> What day did the affair happen on?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> On the last day of the year.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> A remarkable day! When was the General
+interred?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> The second of January.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> What number of men in the whole attack was
+killed? did you learn?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> About sixty killed and wounded.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Have you any thing further to communicate?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span> Nothing, sir, but to inform you they are all in
+good spirits, and desire reinforcements, and heavy artillery may
+be sent them as soon as possible.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> That be our business&mdash;with all despatch.
+You may for the present withdraw. Serjeant!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Serjeant</span>.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> I wait your order, sir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> See that the Messenger and his horse
+want for nothing.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Serjeant.</span> I shall, sir.</p>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Serjeant</span> and <span class="smcap">Messenger</span>.</i></p>
+
+
+<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> I'll despatch an Express to the Congress.
+This repulse, if I mistake not (or victory, as Carleton may call
+it), will stand 'em but in little stead&mdash;'t will be only a temporary
+reprieve&mdash;we'll reinforce our friends, let the consequence be
+what it may&mdash;Quebec must fall, and the lofty strong walls and
+brazen gates (the shield of cowards) must tumble by an artificial
+earthquake; should they continue in their obstinacy, we'll
+arm our friends with missive thunders in their hands, and stream
+death on them swifter than the winds.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> I lament the loss of the valiant Montgomery and
+his brave officers and soldiers (at this time more especially) 'tis
+the fortune of war, 'tis unavoidable; yet, I doubt not, out of their
+ashes will arise new heroes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Who can die a more glorious, a more honourable
+death than in their country's cause?&mdash;let it redouble our
+ardour, and kindle a noble emulation in our breasts&mdash;let each
+American be determined to conquer or die in a righteous cause.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> I have drawn my sword, and never will
+I sheathe it, till America is free, or I'm no more.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Lee.</span> Peace is despaired of, and who can think of submission?
+The last petition from the Congress, like the former,
+has been disregarded; they prayed but for liberty, peace and
+safety, and their omnipotent authoritative supreme-ships will
+grant them neither: War, then, war open and understood, must
+be resolved on; this, this will humble their pride, will bring their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span>
+tyrant noses to the ground, teach 'em humility, and force them to
+hearken to reason when 'tis too late. My noble General, I join
+you. [<i>Drawing his sword.</i>] I'll away with the scabbard, and
+sheathe my sword in the bosom of tyranny.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> Have you not read the speech, where frowning
+revenge and sounds of awful dread for disgrace at Lexington and
+loss at Bunker's Hill echo forth? Not smiling peace, or pity,
+tame his sullen soul; but, Pharaoh-like, on the wings of tyranny
+he rides and forfeits happiness to feast revenge, till the waters
+of the red sea of blood deluge the tyrant, with his mixed host of
+vile cut-throats, murderers, and bloody butchers.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Washington.</span> Yet, finding they cannot conquer us,
+gladly would they make it up by a voluntary free-will offering
+of a million of money in bribes, rather than be obliged to relish
+the thoughts of sacrificing their cursed pride and false honour,
+they sending over to amuse us (to put us off our guard) a score
+or two of commissioners with sham negotiations in great state,
+to endeavour to effect, by bribery, deception and chicanery,
+what they cannot accomplish by force. Perish such wretches!&mdash;detested
+be their schemes!&mdash;Perish such monsters!&mdash;a reproach
+to human understanding&mdash;their vaunted boasts and threats
+will vanish like smoke, and be no more than like snow falling
+on the moist ground, melt in silence, and waste away&mdash;Blasted,
+forever blasted be the hand of the villainous traitor that receives
+their gold upon such terms&mdash;may he become leprous, like Naaman,
+the Syrian, yea, rather like Gehazi, the servant of Elisha,
+that it may stick to him for ever.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gen. Putnam.</span> I join you both, and swear by all the heroes
+of New-England, that this arm, tho' fourscore and four [<i>Drawing
+his sword.</i>], still nervous and strong, shall wield this sword to the
+last in the support of liberty and my country, revenge the insult
+offer'd to the immortal Montgomery, and brutal treatment of
+the brave Allen.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>O Liberty! thou sunshine of the heart!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Thou smile of nature, and thou soul of art!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Without thy aid no human hope cou'd grow,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And all we cou'd enjoy were turn'd to woe.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2 class="gap3"><a name="THE_EPILOGUE" id="THE_EPILOGUE"></a>THE EPILOGUE.</h2>
+
+<p class="center">SPOKEN BY MR. FREEMAN.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since tyrants reign, and lust and lux'ry rule;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since kings turn Neroes&mdash;statesmen play the fool;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since parli'ment in cursed league combine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sport with rights that's sacred and divine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Destroying towns with direful conflagration,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And murder subjects without provocation!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are but part of evils we could name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to their glory, but eternal shame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Petitions&mdash;waste paper&mdash;great Pharaoh cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor care a rush for your remonstrances.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each Jacobite, and ev'ry pimping Tory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waits for your wealth, to raise his future glory:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or pensions sure, must ev'ry rascal have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who strove his might, to make <span class="smcap">Freeman</span> a slave.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since this the case, to whom for succour cry?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To God, our swords, and sons of liberty!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast off the idol god!&mdash;kings are but vain!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let justice rule, and independence reign.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are ye not men? Pray who made men, but God?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet men make kings&mdash;to tremble at their nod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What nonsense this&mdash;let's wrong with right oppose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since nought will do, but sound, impartial blows.<br /></span>
+<table summary="bigbrace2" style="padding:0;border:0;border-collapse:collapse;margin-left:0%;">
+<tr>
+<td><span class="i0">Let's act in earnest, not with vain pretence,</span></td>
+<td rowspan="3" style="font-size:300%;">}</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><span class="i0">Adopt the language of sound <span class="smcap">Common Sense</span>,</span></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><span class="i0">And with one voice proclaim <span class="smcap">Independence</span>.</span></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<span class="i0">Convince your foes you will defend your right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That blows and knocks is all they will get by 't.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let tyrants see that you are well prepar'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By proclamations, sword, nor speeches scar'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That liberty freeborn breathe in each soul!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One god-like union animate the whole!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center"><i>End of the First Campaign.</i></p>
+
+<div class="tnote">
+<p class="center"><b>TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES</b></p>
+<p class="gap2">General: Inconsistent hyphenation of eye(-)lids preserved as in original</p>
+<p>General: Inconsistent punctuation of Bunker(')s-Hill preserved as in original</p>
+<p>General: Variable punctuation after Roman numerals (e.g. iv.) preserved as in original</p>
+<p>Page 290: , added after JUDAS</p>
+<p>Page 293: "confident" as in original</p>
+<p>Page 305: "They has often been told" as in original</p>
+<p>Page 314: . added after "time to find him</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Fall of British Tyranny, by John Leacock
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+Title: The Fall of British Tyranny
+       American Liberty Triumphant
+
+Author: John Leacock
+
+Editor: Montrose J. Moses
+
+Release Date: June 26, 2009 [EBook #29226]
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+This e-book contains the text of _The Fall of British Tyranny_,
+extracted from Representative Plays by American Dramatists: Vol 1,
+1765-1819. Comments and background to all the plays and the other plays
+are available at Project Gutenberg.
+
+Spelling as in the original has been preserved.
+
+
+
+
+THE FALL
+
+OF
+
+BRITISH TYRANNY
+
+_By_ JOHN LEACOCK
+
+
+
+
+JOHN LEACOCK
+
+
+Among the elusive figures of early American Drama stands John Leacock,
+author of "The Fall of British Tyranny,"[1] published in 1776, in
+Philadelphia. Even more elusive is the identification, inasmuch as his
+name has been spelled variously Leacock, Lacock, and Laycock. To add to
+the confusion, Watson's "Annals of Philadelphia," on the reminiscent
+word of an old resident of that town, declares that Joseph Leacock
+penned "The Medley."[2] "He wrote also a play, with good humour," says
+this authority, "called 'British Tyranny.'" On careful search of the
+files, no definite information in regard to Leacock has been
+forthcoming. The dedication to "The Fall of British Tyranny" was signed
+"Dick Rifle," but there is no information to be traced from this
+pseudonym.
+
+Searching the Colonial Records of Pennsylvania, I discovered no less
+than three John Leacocks mentioned, all of whom were Coroners, as well
+as a Joseph Leacock, who occupied the same position. Examining the
+Records of the Pennsylvania Soldiers of the Revolution, I found several
+John Leacocks in the ranks as privates, and also one John Laycock.
+
+Professor Moses Coit Tyler, in his "Literary History of the American
+Revolution" (ii, 198), giving a list of the characters in the play and
+the names of those supposed to be lampooned, analyzes the piece
+thoroughly, and says, "From internal evidence, it must be inferred that
+the writing of the play was finished after the publication of 'Common
+Sense' in January, 1776, and before the news had reached Philadelphia of
+the evacuation of Boston, March 17, 1776." Though Sabin takes for
+granted that Leacock wrote "The Fall of British Tyranny," Hildeburn, in
+the "Issues of the Press" (ii, 249), states that it is "said to have
+been written by Mr. Laycock of Philadelphia." If the John Leacock, whose
+name appears in the Philadelphia Directory of 1802, is the one who wrote
+"The Fall of British Tyranny," following that clue we find his name
+disappearing from the Directory in 1804. Hence, he must either have
+died, or have moved away from Philadelphia.
+
+The elusive name of Leacock is to be considered also in connection with
+an opera entitled, "The Disappointment; or, The Force of Credulity,"
+signed by Andrew Barton,[3] supposed to be a pseudonym, and attributed
+variously to "Colonel" Thomas Forrest and to John Leacock. I already
+have had occasion to mention "The Disappointment" in connection with
+Godfrey's "The Prince of Parthia." The reader will remember that in 1767
+"The Disappointment" was put into rehearsal, but was suddenly withdrawn
+in preference to Godfrey's piece. This play has been fully and
+interestingly analyzed by O. G. Sonneck, who gives the reasons for the
+withdrawal of the play from rehearsal by the American Company of
+Philadelphia, 1767. These reasons are definitely stated in the
+_Pennsylvania Gazette_ for April 16, 1767, which contains this warning
+in the American Company's advertisement of "The Mourning Bride": "N.B.
+'The Disappointment' (that was advertised for Monday), as it contains
+personal Reflections, is unfit for the Stage."
+
+The reason why this piece is attributed to "Colonel" Thomas Forrest is
+that there is a memorandum in substantiation on the title-page of a copy
+owned by the Library Company of Philadelphia.
+
+Mr. Sonneck gives further and more extensive treatment of the subject in
+his excellent book on "Early Opera in America," (Schirmer, 1915) as well
+as in "Sammelbaende der Internationale Musik Gesellschaft," for
+1914-1915.
+
+We mention the matter here, because, although Sonneck enters into a long
+discussion of the life of Forrest, he fails to give any satisfactory
+account of John Leacock. In fact, he says in closing, "If Andrew Barton,
+Esq., is to be a pseudonym, it seems to me that John Leacock, claimed
+(by Mr. Hildeburn) to have written the tragi-comedy of 'The Fall of
+British Tyranny,' should not be cast aside so cheerfully in favour of
+Thomas Forrest."
+
+Seilhamer and Durang, referring to the matter, mention Joseph Leacock as
+a claimant for the authorship of "The Disappointment," and say that he
+was a jeweler and a silversmith in Philadelphia; they also mention John
+Leacock, the Coroner. Durang, in the "History of the Philadelphia
+Stage," throws all weight in favour of Thomas Forrest. Sonneck says
+further, regarding the matter,--"We may dispose of Joseph by saying that
+he seems to have been among the dead when, in 1796, the second edition
+of 'The Disappointment,' revised and corrected by the author, was
+issued. On the other hand, Coroner John Leacock figures in the
+Philadelphia Directories even later."
+
+So the matter stands. The play, however, is a very definite
+contribution, illustrating how quickly the American spirit changed in
+the days preceding the Revolution. Imagine, in 1762, the students of the
+College of New Jersey giving a piece entitled "The Military Glory of
+Great Britain;"[4] and so short a time afterwards, only fourteen years,
+in fact, a piece with the title, "The Fall of British Tyranny," being
+greeted by the theatre-going public! Leacock's attempt may be taken as
+the first example that we have of an American chronicle play. And it is
+likewise significant as being the first literary piece in which George
+Washington appears as a character. In the advertisement, the play is
+thus described (see Ford):
+
+"A pleasing scene between Roger and Dick, two shepherds near Lexington.
+
+"Clarissa, etc. A very moving scene on the death of Dr. Warren, etc., in
+a chamber near Boston, the morning after the battle of Bunker's Hill.
+
+"A humorous scene between the Boatswain and a Sailor on board a
+man-of-war, near Norfolk in Virginia.
+
+"Two very laughable scenes between the Boatswain, two Sailors and the
+Cook, exhibiting specimens of seafaring oratory, and peculiar eloquence
+of those sons of Neptune, touching Tories, Convicts, and Black Regulars:
+and between Lord Kidnapper and the Boatswain.
+
+"A very black scene between Lord Kidnapper and Major Cudjo.
+
+"A religious scene between Lord Kidnapper, Chaplain, and the Captain.
+
+"A scene, the Lord Mayor, etc., going to St. James's with the address.
+
+"A droll scene, a council of war in Boston, Admiral Tombstone, Elbow
+Room, Mr. Caper, General Clinton and Earl Piercy.
+
+"A diverting scene between a Whig and a Tory.
+
+"A spirited scene between General Prescott and Colonel Allen.
+
+"A shocking scene, a dungeon, between Colonel Allen and an officer of
+the guard.
+
+"Two affecting scenes in Boston after the flight of the regulars from
+Lexington, between Lord Boston, messenger and officers of the guard.
+
+"A patriotic scene in the camp at Cambridge, between the Generals
+Washington, Lee, and Putnam, etc., etc."
+
+It is interesting to note that in the Abbe Robin's discerning remarks,
+concerning the effect of drama on the pupils of Harvard in 1781, and on
+the general appeal of drama among the American Patriots, he mentions
+"The Fall of British Tyranny" without giving the author's name.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] The Fall/of/British Tyranny;/or,/American Liberty/Triumphant./The
+First Campaign./A Tragi-Comedy of Five Acts,/as Lately Planned/at the
+Royal Theatrum Pandemonium,/at St. James's./The Principal Place of
+Action in America./Publish'd According to Act of Parliament./Quis furor
+o cives! quae tanta licentia ferri?/Lucan. lib. I. ver. 8./What blind,
+detested madness could afford/Such horrid licence to the murd'ring
+sword?/Rowe./Philadelphia:/Printed by Styner and Cist, in
+Second-street,/near Arch-street. M DCC LXXVI.
+
+[2] "The Medley; or, Harlequin Have At Ye All." A pantomime produced at
+Covent Garden, and published in 1778.
+
+[3] From Sabin, I take the following:
+
+BARTON (A.) "The Disappointment; or, The Force of Credulity." A new
+American Comic Opera, of two Acts. By Andrew Barton, Esq. [Motto.] _New
+York, Printed in the year_ M, DCC, LXVIII. 8vo. pp. v., 58. P. t. Second
+edition, revised and corrected, with large additions, by the Author.
+_Philadelphia_, Francis Shallus, 1796. 12 mo. pp. iv., 94, p. 3801.
+[Sabin also notes that the Philadelphia Library copy is very rare, with
+MS Key to the characters, who were Philadelphians. Air No. iv is Yankee
+Doodle (1767).]
+
+[4] The Title-page runs as follows:
+
+The/Military Glory/of/Great-Britain,/an/Entertainment,/given by the late
+Candidates for/Bachelor's Degree,/At the close of the/Anniversary
+Commencement, held/in/Nassau-Hall/New-Jersey/September 29th,
+1762./Philadelphia:/Printed by William Bradford, M, DCC, LXII.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE FALL
+
+OF
+
+BRITISH TYRANNY
+
+OR,
+
+AMERICAN LIBERTY
+
+_TRIUMPHANT_.
+
+THE FIRST CAMPAIGN.
+
+A _TRAGI-COMEDY_ OF FIVE ACTS,
+
+AS LATELY PLANNED
+
+AT THE ROYAL THEATRUM PANDEMONIUM, AT ST. JAMES'S.
+
+THE PRINCIPAL PLACE OF ACTION IN AMERICA.
+
+
+PUBLISH'D. ACCORDING TO ACT OF PARLIAMENT.
+
+
+Quis furor o cives! quae tanta licentia ferri?
+
+LUCAN. lib. 1. ver. 8.
+
+    _What blind, detested madness could afford
+    Such horrid license to the murd'ring sword?_
+
+ROWE.
+
+
+_PHILADELPHIA:_
+
+PRINTED BY STYNER AND CIST, IN SECOND-STREET, NEAR ARCH-STREET. M DCC
+LXXVI.
+
+
+FAC-SIMILE TITLE-PAGE OF THE FIRST EDITION]
+
+
+
+
+_THE DEDICATION_
+
+To Lord Boston, Lord Kidnapper, and the innumerable and never-ending
+  Clan of Macs and Donalds upon Donalds, and the Remnant of the
+  Gentlemen Officers, Actors, Merry Andrews, strolling Players,
+  Pirates, and Buccaneers in America.
+
+
+My Lords and Gentlemen:
+
+_Understanding you are vastly fond of plays and farces, and frequently
+exhibit them for your own amusement, and the laudable purpose of
+ridiculing your masters (the YANKEES, as you call 'em), it was expected
+you would have been polite enough to have favoured the world, or America
+at least (at whose expense you act them), with some of your play-bills,
+or with a sample of your composition._
+
+_I shall, however, not copy your churlishness, but dedicate the
+following Tragi-Comedy to your patronage, and for your future
+entertainment; and as the most of you have already acted your particular
+parts of it, both comic and tragic, in reality at Lexington,
+Bunker's-Hill, the Great-Bridge, &c., &c., &c., to the very great
+applause of yourselves, tho' not of the whole house, no doubt you will
+preserve the marks, or memory of it, as long as you live, as it is wrote
+in capital American characters and letters of blood on your posteriors:
+And however some Whigs may censure you for your affected mirth (as they
+term it, in the deplorable situation you are now in, like hogs in a pen,
+and in want of elbow room), yet I can by no means agree with them, but
+think it a proof of true heroism and philosophy, to endeavour to make
+the best of a bad bargain, and laugh at yourselves, to prevent others
+from laughing at you; and tho' you are deprived of the use of your
+teeth, it is no reason you should be bereaved of the use of your
+tongues, your eyes, your ears, and your risible faculties and powers.
+That would be cruel indeed! after the glorious and fatiguing campaign
+you have made, and the many signal victories obtained over whole herds
+of cattle and swine, routing flocks of sheep, lambs and geese, storming
+hen-roosts, and taking them prisoners, and thereby raising the glory of
+Old England to a pitch she never knew before. And ye Macs, and ye
+Donalds upon Donalds, go on, and may our gallows-hills and liberty poles
+be honour'd and adorn'd with some of your heads: Why should Tyburn and
+Temple-bar make a monopoly of so valuable a commodity?_
+
+_Wishing you abundance of entertainment in the re-acting this
+Tragi-Comedy, and of which I should be proud to take a part with you,
+tho' I have reason to think you would not of choice let me come within
+three hundred yards of your stage, lest I should rob you of your
+laurels, receive the clap of the whole house, and pass for a second
+Garrick among you, as you know I always act with applause, speak
+bold--point blank--off hand--and without prompter._
+
+_I am_, My Lords and Gentlemen Buffoons,
+
+    _Your always ready humble servant,_
+
+        DICK RIFLE.
+
+
+
+
+THE PREFACE
+
+
+Solomon said, "Oppression makes a wise man mad:" but what would he have
+said, had he lived in these days, and seen the oppression of the people
+of Boston, and the distressed situation of the inhabitants of
+Charlestown, Falmouth, Stonnington, Bristol, Norfolk, &c.? Would he not
+have said, "The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his
+mouth for thirst; the young children ask for bread, but no man breaketh
+it unto them?" "They that did feed delicately, perish in the streets;
+they that were brought up in scarlet, embrace the dung." What would he
+have said of rejected petitions, disregarded supplications, and
+contemned remonstrances? Would he not have said, "From hardness of
+heart, good Lord, deliver us?" What would he have said of a freeborn
+people butchered--their towns desolated, and become an heap of
+ashes--their inhabitants become beggars, wanderers and vagabonds--by the
+cruel orders of an unrelenting tyrant, wallowing in luxury, and wantonly
+wasting the people's wealth, to oppress them the more? Would he not have
+said, it was oppression and ingratitude in the highest degree, exceeding
+the oppression of the children of Israel? and, like Moses, have cried
+out, let the people go? Would he not have wondered at our patience and
+long-suffering, and have said, "'Tis time to change our master!--'Tis
+time to part!"--And had he been an American born, would he not have
+shewed his wisdom by adopting the language of independency? Happy then
+for America in these fluctuating times, she is not without her Solomons,
+who see the necessity of heark'ning to reason, and listening to the
+voice of COMMON SENSE.
+
+
+
+
+THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY
+
+
+    Hail! Patriots,[5] hail! by me inspired be!
+    Speak boldly, think and act for Liberty,
+    United sons, America's choice band,
+    Ye Patriots firm, ye sav'ours of the land.
+    Hail! Patriots, hail! rise with the rising sun,
+    Nor quit your labour, till the work is done.
+    Ye early risers in your country's cause,
+    Shine forth at noon, for Liberty and Laws.
+    Build a strong tow'r, whose fabric may endure
+    Firm as a rock, from tyranny secure.
+    Yet would you build my fabric to endure,
+    Be your hearts warm--but let your hands be pure.
+    Never to shine, yourselves, your country sell;
+    But think you nobly, while in place act well.
+    Let no self-server general trust betray,
+    No picque, no party, bar the public way.
+    Front an arm'd world, with union on your side:
+    No foe shall shake you--if no friends divide.
+    At night repose, and sweetly take your rest;
+    None sleeps so sound as those by conscience blest;
+    May martyr'd patriots whisper in your ear,
+    To tread the paths of virtue without fear;
+    May pleasing visions charm your patriot eyes;
+    While Freedom's sons shall hail you blest and wise,
+    Hail! my last hope, she cries, inspired by me,
+    Wish, talk, write, fight, and die--for LIBERTY.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[5] The Congress
+
+
+
+
+THE PROLOGUE
+
+_Spoken by_ Mr. Peter Buckstail.
+
+
+    Since 'tis the fashion, preface, prologue next,
+    Else what's a play?--like sermon without text!
+    Since 'tis the fashion then, I'll not oppose;
+    For what's a man if he's without a nose?
+    The curtain's up--the music's now begun,
+    What is 't?--Why murder, fire, and sword, and gun.
+    What scene?--Why blood!--What act?--Fight and be free!
+    Or be ye slaves--and give up liberty!
+    Blest Continent, while groaning nations round
+    Bend to the servile yoke, ignobly bound,
+    May ye be free--nor ever be opprest
+    By murd'ring tyrants, but a land of rest!
+    What say ye to 't? what says the audience?
+    Methinks I hear some whisper COMMON SENSE.
+    Hark! what say them Tories?--Silence--let 'em speak,
+    Poor fools! dumb--they hav'n't spoke a word this week,
+    Dumb let 'em be, at full end of their tethers,
+    'Twill save the expense of tar and of feathers:
+    Since old Pluto's lurch'd 'em, and swears he does not know
+    If more these Tory puppy curs will bark or no.
+    Now ring the bell--Come forth, ye actors, come,
+    The Tragedy's begun, beat, beat the drum,
+    Let's all advance, equipt like volunteers,
+    Oppose the foe, and banish all our fears.
+    We will be free--or bravely we will die, }
+    And leave to Tories tyrants' legacy,     }
+    And all our share of its dependency.     }
+
+
+
+
+DRAMATIS PERSONAE
+
+
+LORD PARAMOUNT,      Mr. Bute.
+LORD MOCKLAW,        Mr. Mansfield.
+LORD HYPOCRITE,      Mr. Dartmouth.
+LORD POLTRON,        Mr. Sandwich.
+LORD CATSPAW,        Mr. North.
+LORD WISDOM,         Mr. Chatham.
+LORD RELIGION,       Bishop of St. Asaph.
+LORD JUSTICE,        Mr. Camden.
+LORD PATRIOT,        Mr. Wilkes.
+BOLD IRISHMAN,       Mr. Burke.
+JUDAS,               Mr. Hutchinson.
+CHARLEY,             Mr. Jenkinson.
+BRAZEN,              Mr. Wedderburne.
+COLONEL,             Mr. Barre.
+LORD BOSTON,         Mr. Gage.
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE,   Mr. Graves.
+ELBOW ROOM,[6]       Mr. Howe.
+MR. CAPER,           Mr. Burgoyne.
+LORD KIDNAPPER,      Mr. Dunmore.
+GENERAL WASHINGTON.
+GENERAL LEE.
+GENERAL PUTNAM.
+
+_Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Citizens, Negroes, &c., &c., &c._
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[6] It seems to be generally thought that the expression of "Elbow Room"
+is to be attributed to General Howe, and not to General Burgoyne.
+
+
+
+
+THE FALL
+
+OF
+
+BRITISH TYRANNY, &c.
+
+
+
+
+ACT I.
+
+
+SCENE I. _At St. James's._
+
+LORD PARAMOUNT [_solus, strutting about_].
+
+Many long years have rolled delightfully on, whilst I have been basking
+in the sunshine of grandeur and power, whilst I have imperceptibly (tho'
+not unsuspected) guided the chariot of state, and greased with the
+nation's gold the imperial wheels.
+
+'Tis I that move the mighty engine of royalty, and with the tincture of
+my somniferous opiate or (in the language of a courtier) by the virtue
+of my secret influence, I have lulled the axletree to sleep, and brought
+on a pleasing insensibility.
+
+Let their champion, Lord Wisdom, groan, he is now become feeble and
+impotent, a mere cripple in politics; their Lord Patriot's squint has
+lost its basilisk effect: and the bold Irishman may bellow the _Keenew_
+till he's hoarse, he's no more when compar'd to me than an Irish salmon
+to a Scotch herring: I care not a bawbee for them all. I'll reign in
+Britain, I'll be king of their counsels, and chief among the princes.
+
+Oh! ambition, thou darling of my soul! stop not till I rise superior to
+all superlative, till I mount triumphantly the pinnacle of glory, or at
+least open the way for one of my own family and name to enter without
+opposition.
+
+The work is now cut out, and must be finish'd, I have ventur'd too far
+to recede, my honour's at stake, my importance, nay my life, depends
+upon it!
+
+Last night's three hours' closeting has effectually done the business;
+then I spoke my mind in such terms as to make a lasting impression,
+never to be eradicated--all--all was given up to me, and now since I
+hold the reins of government, since I am possessed of supreme power,
+every thing shall be subservient to my royal will and pleasure.
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+_Enter MOCKLAW._
+
+MOCKLAW. I am your Lordship's most obedient humble servant.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Be seated,--I sent for you to have a small conference with
+you--and to let you know, your advice respecting certain points of law,
+I have found succeeded to admiration; even beyond my most sanguine
+expectations.
+
+MOCKLAW. I am heartily glad of it, altho' the advice I gave your
+Lordship, I cannot say, was law; yet, your Lordship can easily pass it
+as such by a royal proclamation: and should it ever be disputed, I have
+quirks and quibbles enough at your service, with Mr. Brazen and Mr.
+Attorney-General's assistance, to render it so doubtful, obscure and
+ambiguous, as to puzzle Lord Justice, perplex Dunning, and confound
+Glynn.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Can you show me an instance of a royal proclamation passing
+for a law? or advise me how to make it such, if you can, I shall make it
+well worth your study.
+
+MOCKLAW. My Lord, as you have now got a parliament exactly to your mind,
+ev'ry thing you propose will be granted; but in order that you may see
+precedents are not wanting--there is a statute in the reign of Henry the
+8th that expressly shews the then parliament passed a law that the
+king's proclamation should be the law of the land--
+
+PARAMOUNT. Are you sure of that?
+
+MOCKLAW. My Lord, here it is--this is real law: _Luce meridiana
+clariora_. When we find any thing of this kind, ready made to our hands,
+it's a treasure we should never part with.
+
+                                                   [_PARAMOUNT reads._
+
+PARAMOUNT. I see it plain! this, this alone is worth a ton of
+gold.--Now, by St. Andrew! I'll strike a stroke that shall surprise all
+Europe, and make the boldest of the adverse party turn pale and
+tremble--Scotch politics, Scotch intrigues, Scotch influence, and Scotch
+impudence (as they have termed it), they shall see ere long shine with
+unheard of splendour, and the name of Lord Paramount the mighty, shall
+blaze in the annals of the world with far greater lustre (as a
+consummate politician) than the name of Alexander the Great, as an hero!
+
+MOCKLAW. That day I much wish for,--but, with your Lordship's
+permission, I would just mention, that secrecy and dissimulation are the
+soul of enterprise; your Lordship hath many enemies, who watch ev'ry
+movement of state with a jealous and wary eye.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I know it, but the futile attempts of my timid adversaries
+have hitherto proved abortive--so far I have borne down all opposition,
+and those (even some of the greatest of them) who not long since were my
+most open, as well as secret enemies, I now behold with the most
+princely pleasure, the earliest to attend, to congratulate me on my
+birthday, tho' uninvited, bow down, and make the most submissive
+congees. Have you not seen this, Mocklaw? and how I keep them in
+expectation of something, by now and then bestowing part of a gracious
+smile amongst a dozen of them?
+
+MOCKLAW. I have, my Lord, and no doubt they interpret that as a
+favourable omen;--however, policy, my Lord, would dictate that to you,
+if there were no other consideration.
+
+PARAMOUNT. True, and yet they are cursedly mistaken--and now, Mocklaw,
+as I have ever found you to be well dispos'd towards me, and the cause I
+espouse, and as I trust you continue satisfy'd with my former bounty,
+and my promise now of granting you a pension for life, with liberty to
+retire, I shall make you my confident, and disclose to you a secret no
+man except myself yet knows, which I expect you have so much honour to
+let it remain a secret to all the world (I mean as to the main point I
+have in view).
+
+MOCKLAW. Depend upon it, my Lord, I am sincerely devoted to your
+Lordship, command me, I care not what it is, I'll screw, twist and
+strain the law as tight as a drumhead, to serve you.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I shall at this time but just give you a hint of the plan
+I've drawn up in my own mind. You must have perceived in me a secret
+hankering for majesty for some time past, notwithstanding my age;--but
+as I have considered the great dislike the nation in general have, as to
+my person, I'll wave my own pretensions, and bend my power and assiduity
+to it in favour of one, the nearest a kin to me, you know who I mean,
+and a particular friend of yours, provided I continue to be dictator,
+as at present; and further, I intend America shall submit. What think
+you of it so far?
+
+MOCKLAW. A day I've long wish'd to see! but you stagger me, my Lord, not
+as to my honour, secrecy, or resolution to serve you, but as to the
+accomplishment of such grand designs.
+
+PARAMOUNT. 'Tis true, I have undertaken a mighty task, a task that would
+have perplexed the Council of Nice, and stagger'd even Julius
+Caesar--but--
+
+MOCKLAW. You have need, my Lord, of all your wisdom, fortitude and
+power, when you consider with whom you have to contend--Let me see--Lord
+Wisdom--Lord Religion--Lord Justice--Lord Patriot--the bold Irishman,
+&c., &c., &c., and the wisdom of the United Colonies of America in
+Congress to cope with; as individuals they are trifling, but in league
+combined may become potent enemies.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Granted--But are you so little of a lawyer as not to know the
+virtue of a certain specific I'm possess'd of, that will accomplish any
+thing, even to performing miracles? Don't you know there's such sweet
+music in the shaking of the treasury keys, that they will instantly lock
+the most babbling patriot's tongue? transform a Tory into a Whig, and a
+Whig into a Tory? make a superannuated old miser dance, and an old Cynic
+philosopher smile. How many thousand times has your tongue danc'd at
+Westminster Hall to the sound of such music?
+
+MOCKLAW. Enchanting sounds, powerful magic, there's no withstanding the
+charms of such music, their potency and influence are irresistible--that
+is a point of law I can by no means give up, of more force than all the
+acts of parliament since the days of King Alfred.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I'm glad you acknowledge that--Now then for a line of
+politics--I propose to begin first by taxing America, as a blind--that
+will create an eternal animosity between us, and by sending over
+continually ships and troops, this will, of course, produce a civil
+war--weaken Britain by leaving her coasts defenseless, and impoverish
+America; so that we need not fear any thing from that quarter. Then the
+united fleets of France and Spain with troops to appear in the channel,
+and make a descent, while my kinsman with thirty thousand men lands in
+Scotland, marches to London, and joins the others: What then can prevent
+the scheme from having the wish'd for effect? This is the main point,
+which keep to yourself.
+
+MOCKLAW. If it has failed heretofore, 'tis impossible it should fail
+now; nothing within the reach of human wisdom was ever planned so
+judiciously; had Solomon been alive, and a politician, I would have
+sworn your Lordship had consulted him.--But I would beg leave to hint to
+your Lordship the opposition to be apprehended from the militia of
+England, and the German forces that may be sent for according to treaty.
+
+PARAMOUNT. As to the militia, they are half of them my friends, witness
+Lancaster, Manchester, Liverpool, &c., &c., &c., the other half scarce
+ever fired a gun in their lives, especially those of London; and I shall
+take care by shaking the keys a little to have such officers appointed
+over them, who are well known to be in my interest. As to the German
+forces, I have nothing to apprehend from them; the parliament can soon
+pass an act against the introduction of foreign troops, except the
+French or Spaniards, who can't be called foreign, they are our friends
+and nearest neighbours. Have you any thing further to object against the
+probability of this plan?
+
+MOCKLAW. Nothing, my Lord, but the people of Ireland, who must be
+cajoled or humbugg'd.
+
+PARAMOUNT. As to that, let me alone, I shall grant the Roman Catholics,
+who are by far the most numerous, the free exercise of their religion,
+with the liberty of bearing arms, so long unjustly deprived of, and
+disarm in due time all the Protestants in their turn.
+
+MOCKLAW. That will be a noble stroke, the more I consider it, the more
+I'm surpris'd at your Lordship's profound wisdom and foresight: I think
+success is certain.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Then this is the favourable crisis to attempt it; 'tis not
+the thought of a day, a month, or a year. Have you any more objections?
+
+MOCKLAW. I have one more, my Lord--
+
+PARAMOUNT. Well, pray let's hear it; these lawyers will be heard.
+
+MOCKLAW. The Bishops and Clergy are a powerful, numerous body; it would
+be necessary, my Lord, to gain them over, or keep them silent--A
+religious war is the worst of wars.
+
+PARAMOUNT. You are very right, I have 'em fast enough--Mammon will work
+powerfully on them--The keys--the keys--His Grace my Lord of Suffolk is
+managing this business for me, and feeding them with the hopes of being
+all created Archbishops here, and each to have a diocese, and Bishops
+of their own appointment in America; not a city or town there but must
+be provided with a Bishop: There let religion erect her holy altars, by
+which means their revenues will be augmented beyond that of a Cardinal.
+All this we must make 'em believe.
+
+MOCKLAW. True, my Lord, what is a Bishop without faith? This is the
+grandest stroke of religious circumvention that ever was struck.--I've
+done, my Lord.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Very well, you'll not fail to meet the privy council here
+this evening; in the mean time you'll go and search the statutes for
+other precedents to strengthen the cause; and remember I have enjoin'd
+you to secrecy.
+
+MOCKLAW. Depend upon it, my Lord, I cannot prove ungrateful to your
+Lordship, nor such an enemy to myself.
+
+                                                      [_Exit MOCKLAW._
+
+
+SCENE III. LORD PARAMOUNT [_solus_].
+
+This Mocklaw is a cursed knowing dog, and I believe the father of
+Brazen; how readily he found an old act of parliament to my purpose, as
+soon as I told him I would make it worth his study; and the thoughts of
+a pension will make him search his old worm-eaten statute books from the
+reign of King Arthur down to this present time; how he raises objections
+too to make me think his mind is ever bent on study to serve me. The
+shaking of the treasury keys is a fine bait. [_Rings the bell._]
+Charters, magna chartas, bill of rights, acts of assembly, resolves of
+congresses, trials by juries (and acts of parliament too) when they make
+against us, must all be annihilated; a suspending power I approve of,
+and of royal proclamations.
+
+                                                     [_Enter CHARLEY._
+
+CHARLEY. I wait your Lordship's orders.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Write a number of cards, and see that the Lords of the privy
+council, and Mr. Judas, be summoned to give their attendance this
+evening at six o'clock, at my Pandemonium.
+
+CHARLEY. I'm gone, my Lord.
+
+                                                      [_Exit CHARLEY._
+
+PARAMOUNT [_solus_].
+
+How do we shew our authority? how do we maintain the royal prerogative?
+keep in awe the knowing ones of the opposite party, and blind the eyes
+of the ignorant multitude in Britain? Why, by spirited measures, by an
+accumulation of power, of deception, and the shaking of the keys, we
+may hope to succeed, should that fail, I'll enforce them with the
+pointed bayonet; the Americans from one end to the other shall submit,
+in spite of all opposition; I'll listen to no overtures of
+reconciliation from any petty self-constituted congress, they shall
+submit implicitly to such terms as I of my royal indulgence please to
+grant. I'll shew them the impudence and weakness of their resolves, and
+the strength of mine; I will never soften; my inflexibility shall stand
+firm, and convince them the second Pharaoh is at least equal to the
+first. I am unalterably determined at every hazard and at the risk of
+every consequence to compel the colonies to absolute submission. I'll
+draw in treasure from every quarter, and, Solomon-like, wallow in
+riches; and Scotland, my dear Scotland, shall be the paradise of the
+world. Rejoice in the name of Paramount, and the sound of a bawbee shall
+be no more heard in the land of my nativity.--
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+_Enter CHARLEY in haste._
+
+CHARLEY. My Lord, the notices are all served.
+
+PARAMOUNT. It's very well, Charley.
+
+CHARLEY. My Lord, be pleased to turn your eyes, and look out of the
+window, and see the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, Common Council and Liverymen
+going to St. James's with the address.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Where? Sure enough--Curse their impudence; how that squinting
+scoundrel swells with importance--Mind, Charley, how fond he is of
+bowing to the gaping multitude, and ev'ry upstart he sees at a window--I
+hope he'll not turn his blear eyes t'wards me--I want none of his bows,
+not I--Stand before me, Charley--
+
+CHARLEY. I will, my Lord, and if he looks this way, I'll give him such a
+devilish grin as best suits such fellows as him, and make him remember
+it as long as he lives.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Do so, Charley; I hate the dog mortally, I religiously hate
+him, and hope ere long to have satisfaction for his insolence and the
+freedoms he has taken with me and my connections: I shall never forget
+the many scandalous verses, lampoons and pasquinades he made upon us.
+
+CHARLEY. Indeed, he has used your Lordship too ill ever to be forgotten
+or forgiven.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Damn him, I never intend to do either--See again how he
+bows--there again--how the mob throw up their hats, split their throats;
+how they huzza too; they make a mere god of the fellow; how they idolize
+him--Ignorant brutes!
+
+CHARLEY. A scoundrel; he has climb'd up the stilts of preferment
+strangely, my Lord.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Strangely, indeed; but it's our own faults.
+
+CHARLEY. He has had better luck than honester folks; I'm surpris'd to
+think he has ever rose to the honour of presenting a remonstrance, or
+rather, that he could ever have the impudence to think of remonstrating.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Aye, Charley, you see how unaccountably things turn out; his
+audacity is unparalleled--a Newgate dog.
+
+CHARLEY. My Lord, I believe the fellow was never known to blush; and,
+indeed, it's an observation I made some time ago, and I believe a just
+one, without an exception, that those who squint never blush.
+
+PARAMOUNT. You must be mistaken, Charley.
+
+CHARLEY. No, my Lord, it's a fact, I had an uncle squinted exactly like
+him, who was guilty of many scandalous things, and yet all the parish,
+with the parson at their head, could not make him blush, so that at last
+he became a by-word--Here comes old shame-the-devil; this dog is the
+very spawn of him.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Hoot, mon, ye give your uncle a shocking character.
+
+CHARLEY. I only mention it, my Lord, for the similarity's sake.
+
+PARAMOUNT. For the spawn of him, and the similarity's sake, I'm apt to
+think you've been abusing your own cousin all this while.
+
+CHARLEY. God forbid, my Lord, I should be any how allied to him.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I fancy, Charley, if the truth was known, your uncle did not
+mention you in his will, and forgot to leave you the mansion-house and
+farm at Gallows-hill. Am I right, Charley?
+
+CHARLEY. You're right, my Lord, upon my honour--but--
+
+PARAMOUNT. I thought so--Well, never mind--Ha, ha, ha, who are those two
+fat fellows there, that go in such state?
+
+CHARLEY. I suppose them to be a couple of Livery Tallow-chandlers, my
+Lord, by their big bellies.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Ha, ha,--what work the guards would make amongst them--but
+they must not be called yet.--And who are those other two behind 'em?
+
+CHARLEY. This is Mr. Hone, and the other Mr. Strap, a couple of the
+Corporation Barbers, forsooth.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Ha, ha, ha, I thought they had been a couple of Dukes;--and
+that one--who is he with the monstrous wig?
+
+CHARLEY. That is Mr. Alderman Pipeshank, in Newgate-street.
+
+PARAMOUNT. A parcel of Newgate dogs altogether--Well it is a good deal
+of satisfaction to me to think how this fellow will be received at St.
+James's; he'll not return back so pleas'd as he seems to be now, I
+warrant you--I have taken care he shall meet with a d----d cold
+reception there; he will have to make his appearance before Lord
+Frostyface, Lord Scarecrow, Lord Sneerwell, Lord Firebrand, Lord
+Mawmouth, Lord Waggonjaws, Lord Gripe, Lord Brass, Lord Surly and Lord
+Tribulation, as hard-fac'd fellows as himself; and the beauty of it is,
+not one of them loves him a whit more than I do.
+
+CHARLEY. That will be rare diversion for them that are present; he'll
+look then, my Lord, like Sampson making sport for the Philistines.
+
+PARAMOUNT. Aye, but I wish he was as blind too, as Sampson was.--Well
+Charley, we have been dispos'd to be a little merry with this ridiculous
+parade, this high life below stairs. I wish you had begun your
+description a little sooner, before they were all gone; the looks of
+these wiseacres afford us some mirth, tho' we despise them and their
+politics, and it's not unlikely it may end in blood--Be it so, I'm
+prepar'd for the worst.
+
+CHARLEY. Rather so, my Lord, than submit to such rascals.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I'll give up my life first for a sacrifice.
+
+                                                      [_Exit CHARLEY._
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+_Enter MOCKLAW, POLTRON, HYPOCRITE, CATSPAW, BRAZEN, JUDAS._ [_All
+seated._]
+
+PARAMOUNT. My Lords and Gentlemen, it seems opposition to our measures
+are making hasty strides; the discontented faction, the supporters and
+encouragers of rebellion, and whole hearts are tainted therewith, seem
+bent, if possible, on the destruction of Britain, and their own
+aggrandisement. Are not the daily papers filled with treasonable
+resolves of American congresses and committees, extracts of letters,
+and other infamous pieces and scurrilous pamphlets, circulating with
+unusual industry throughout the kingdom, by the enemies of Britain,
+thereby poisoning the minds of our liege subjects with their detestable
+tenets?--And did you not this day see the procession, and that vile
+miscreant Lord Patriot at their head, going to St. James's with their
+remonstrance, in such state and parade as manifestly tended to provoke,
+challenge and defy majesty itself, and the powers of government? and yet
+nothing done to stop their pernicious effects.--Surely, my Lords and
+Gentlemen, you must agree with me, that it is now become highly
+expedient that an immediate stop should be put to such unwarrantable and
+dangerous proceedings, by the most vigorous and coercive measures.
+
+MOCKLAW. I entirely agree with your Lordship, and was ever firmly of
+opinion, that licentiousness of every kind (particularly that of the
+Press) is dangerous to the state; the rabble should be kept in awe by
+examples of severity, and a proper respect should be enforced to
+superiors. I have sufficiently shewn my dislike to the freedom of the
+Press, by the examples I have frequently made (tho' too favourable) of
+several Printers, and others, who had greatly trespassed, and if they
+still persist, other measures should be taken with them, which the laws
+will point out; and as to Lord Patriot, he's a fellow that has been
+outlaw'd, scandal-proof, little to be got by meddling with him; I would
+advise to let him alone for the present, and humble America first.
+
+MR. BRAZEN. I am very clear in it, please your Lordship; there are
+numbers of men in this country who are ever studying how to perplex and
+entangle the state, constantly thwarting government, in ev'ry laudable
+undertaking; this clamorous faction must be curbed, must be subdued and
+crush'd--our thunder must go forth, America must be conquered. I am for
+blood and fire to crush the rising glories of America--They boast of her
+strength; she must be conquered, if half of Germany is called to our
+assistance.
+
+MR. POLTRON. I entirely agree with you, Mr. Brazen; my advice is, that
+Lord Boston and Admiral Tombstone be immediately despatch'd to Boston,
+with two or three regiments (tho' one would be more than sufficient) and
+a few ships to shut up their ports, disannul their charter, stop their
+trade, and the pusillanimous beggars, those scoundrel rascals, whose
+predominant passion is fear, would immediately give up, on the first
+landing of the regulars, and fly before 'em like a hare before the
+hounds; that this would be the case, I pawn my honour to your Lordships,
+nay, I'll sacrifice my life: My Lords, I have moreover the testimony of
+General Amherst and Colonel Grant to back my assertion; besides, here's
+Mr. Judas, let him speak.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. If this is the same Colonel Grant that was at Fort
+Duquesne, the same that ran away from the French and Indians, the same
+that was rescued by Colonel Washington, I have no idea of his honour or
+testimony.
+
+LORD POLTRON. He's a Gentleman, my Lord Hypocrite, of undoubted
+veracity.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. You might as well have said courage too, I have
+exceptions against both; and as to General Amherst's assertion that he
+could drive all America with five thousand men, he must have been
+joking, as he is quite of a diff'rent opinion now.
+
+LORD CATSPAW. What is your opinion of your countrymen, Mr. Judas, with
+respect to their courage?
+
+JUDAS. The same that I have ever told you, my Lord; as to true courage
+they have none, I know 'em well--they have a plenty of a kind of
+enthusiastic zeal, which they substitute in the room of it; I am very
+certain they would never face the regulars, tho' with the advantage of
+ten to one.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. All this, and a great deal more, would never convince me
+of the general cowardice of the Americans--but of the cowardice of Grant
+I've been long convinced, by numbers of letters formerly from
+America--I'm for doing the business effectually; don't let us be too
+sanguine, trust to stories told by every sycophant, and hurry heels over
+head to be laugh'd at; the Americans are bold, stubborn, and sour; it
+will require foreign assistance to subdue 'em.
+
+LORD CATSPAW. These four Americans, ignorant brutes, unbroke and wild,
+must be tamed; they'll soon be humble if punish'd; but if disregarded,
+grow fierce.--Barbarous nations must be held by fear, rein'd and spurr'd
+hard, chain'd to the oar, and bow'd to due control, till they look grim
+with blood; let's first humble America, and bring them under our feet;
+the olive-branch has been held out, and they have rejected it; it now
+becomes us to use the iron rod to break their disobedience; and should
+we lack it, foreign assistance is at hand.
+
+LORD HYPOCRITE. All this I grant, but I'm for sending a force sufficient
+to crush 'em at once, and not with too much precipitation; I am first
+for giving it a colour of impartiality, forbearance and religion.--Lay
+it before parliament; we have then law on our side, and endeavour to
+gain over some or all of the Methodist Teachers, and in particular my
+very good friend Mr. Wesley, their Bishop, and the worthy Mr. Clapum,
+which task I would undertake; it will then have the sanction of
+religion, make it less suspected, and give it a better grace.
+
+LORD CATSPAW. I should choose it to be done by consent of parliament; we
+stand then on firmer ground; there's no doubt they'll grant ev'ry thing
+your Lordship proposes upon my motion: but to tell the truth, I'd rather
+be in Purgatory so long, than to run the gauntlet of the Bold Irishman's
+tongue.
+
+MOCKLAW. Aye, aye, don't part with the law while it's in our favour, or
+we can have it by asking for--and as to the Bold Irishman, don't be
+brow-beaten, you must summon all your brass, and put on a rugged
+highwayman's face like his; I expect some work of that kind too, but the
+devil himself sha'n't browbeat me.
+
+PARAMOUNT. I am glad to find, my Lords and Gentlemen, you all see the
+necessity of sending over troops and ships; I intend my Lord Catspaw
+shall lay it before parliament, and am very certain they'll pass any
+acts I can desire. I thank you, Lord Hypocrite, for your kind offer, and
+accept of it; my Lord of Suffolk is negotiating the same business with
+the rest of my Lords the Bishops, and will succeed; so that it will
+carry the appearance of law, of religion, and will be sufficiently
+grac'd; I'll warrant you no one shall have cause to complain of its
+wanting grace. And now, my Lords and Gentlemen, as it's so late, and we
+have gone through all the business at this time proposed, you are at
+your liberty to withdraw.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+PARAMOUNT [_solus_].
+
+The fate of England and America is now fixed, irrevocably fixed; the
+storm is ready to burst; the low'ring clouds portend their fate my
+glory, their fall my triumph--But I must haste to be gone, the
+ceremonies await my presence; deeds of darkness must be done by night,
+and, like the silent mole's work, under ground:
+
+    _Now rushing forth in sober twilight gray,
+    Like prowling wolf, who ranges for his prey._
+
+                                                              [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+ACT II.
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+LORD WISDOM, LORD RELIGION, LORD JUSTICE.
+
+LORD WISDOM.
+
+I much lament, my Lords, the present unhappy situation of my country;
+where e'er I turn mine eyes, to Europe, Asia, Africa, or America, the
+prospect appears the same--Look up to the throne, and behold your king,
+if I may now call him by that soft title--Where is the wisdom, the
+justice, the religion, that once adorn'd that throne, and shed the
+benign influence of their bright rays thro' the four quarters of the
+globe? Alas! they're flown!
+
+Mark his forlorn looks--his countenance dejected, a sullen greatness
+fixed on his brow, as if it veil'd in blood some awful purpose, his eyes
+flaming and sanguinary; how I bewail you, for your predecessor's sake!
+Long, long have I been an old, and I trust a faithful, servant in the
+family--Can I then restrain one tear? No, 'tis impossible! View that
+arch-dragon, that old fiend, Paramount, that rebel in grain, whispering
+in his ear. View his wretched ministers hovering round him, to
+accomplish their accursed purpose, and accelerate his destruction. View
+the whole herd of administration (I know 'em well) and tell me if the
+world can furnish a viler set of miscreants? View both houses of
+parliament, and count the number of Tyrants, Jacobites, Tories,
+Placemen, Pensioners, Sycophants, and Panders. View the constitution, is
+she not disrob'd and dismantled? is she not become like a virgin
+deflower'd? View our fleets and armies commanded by bloody, murdering
+butchers! View Britain herself as a sheep without a shepherd! And lastly
+view America, for her virtue bleeding and for her liberty weltering in
+her blood!
+
+LORD RELIGION. Such hath, and ever will be the fate of kings, who only
+listen to the voice of pleasure, thrown in their way by the sirens of
+administration, which never fail to swallow them up like quicksand--like
+a serpent, who charms and fascinates, bewitches and enchants with his
+eye the unwary bird; witness the fatal catastrophe of Rehoboam, who
+rejected the counsel of the wise and experienced, and gave up all to the
+advice and guidance of young, unskilful and wicked counsellors. Had he
+listen'd to you, my Lord, had he followed your advice, all, all would
+have gone well--Under your auspicious administration Britain
+flourished, but ever since has been on the decline and patriotism, like
+religion, scarcely now more than a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
+
+LORD WISDOM. My counsel has been rejected--my conciliatory plan thrown
+under the table, and treated with contempt; the experience of gray hairs
+called the superannuated notions of old age--my bodily infirmities--my
+tottering frame--my crazy carcase, worn out in the service of my
+country, and even my very crutches, have been made the subject of their
+ridicule.
+
+LORD JUSTICE. Gratitude, like religion and patriotism, are about taking
+their flight, and the law of the land stands on tip-toe; the
+constitution, that admirable fabric, that work of ages, the envy of the
+world, is deflower'd indeed, and made to commit a rape upon her own body,
+by the avaricious frowns of her own father, who is bound to protect her,
+not to destroy.--Her pillars are thrown down, her capitals broke, her
+pedestals demolish'd, and her foundation nearly destroy'd.--Lord
+Paramount and his wretched adviser Mocklaw baffle all our efforts.--The
+statutes of the land superseded by royal proclamations and dispensing
+powers, &c., &c., the bloody knife to be held to the throats of the
+Americans, and force them to submit to slav'ry.--Administration have
+commenced bloody tyrants, and those that should protect the subject are
+become their executioners; yet will I dispute with them inch by inch,
+while there's a statute book left in the land. Come forth, thou grand
+deceiver! I challenge thee to come forth!
+
+LORD WISDOM. Our friends must bestir themselves once more, perhaps we
+may yet turn the scale.--If the voice of religion, wisdom and justice
+should fail, let us sound the trumpet of liberty and patriotism, that
+will conquer them in America, I know; let us try to storm them here with
+the united whole, and if by a base majority they still carry their
+point, we can nevertheless wash our hands and be clean.
+
+LORD RELIGION. From the pulpit, in the house of God, have I spoken
+aloud, I have lifted up my voice like a trumpet. O Britain, how art thou
+fallen! Hear now, O house of Britain, is it a small thing for you to
+weary man, but will you weary your God also? In the house of Lords have
+I borne my testimony: Hear now, O ye Princes, and I will yet declare in
+Britain, and shew forth in America, I will not cease till I bring about
+(if possible) unity, peace and concord.
+
+LORD WISDOM. Much to be wished for; but alas! I fear it's now too late;
+I foresee the tendency and consequence of those diabolical measures that
+have been pursued with unrelenting fury. Britain will ruin her trade,
+waste her wealth, her strength, her credit and her importance in the
+scale of Europe. When a British king proves ungrateful and haughty, and
+strives to be independent of his people (who are his sole support), the
+people will in their turn likewise strive to be independent of him and
+his myrmidons, and will be free; they will erect the anfractuous
+standard of independency, and thousands and tens of thousands will flock
+to it, and solace themselves under its shade.--They has often been told
+of this, but affected to despise it; they know not America's strength,
+they are ignorant of it; fed by the flatt'ry of every sycophant tale,
+imagine themselves almighty, and able to subdue the whole world. America
+will be lost to Britain forever, and will prove her downfall. America is
+wise, and will shake off the galling yoke before it be rivetted on them;
+they will be drove to it, and who can blame them? Who can blame a
+galley-slave for making his escape?--Britain will miscarry in her vile
+projects, her knight errant, her Don Quixote schemes in America: America
+will resist; they are not easily to be subdued (nay, 'tis impossible);
+Britain will find it a harder task than to conquer France and Spain
+united, and will cost 'em more blood and treasure than a twice Seven
+Years' War with those European powers; they will stand out till Britons
+are tired. Britain will invite her with kind promises and open arms;
+America will reject them; America will triumph, rejoice and flourish,
+and become the glory of the earth; Britain will languidly hold down her
+head, and become first a prey to a vile Pretender, and then be subject
+to the ravagers of Europe. I love the Americans, because they love
+liberty. Liberty flourishes in the wilds of America. I honour the plant,
+I revere the tree, and would cherish its branches. Let us, my friends,
+join hands with them, follow their example, and endeavour to support
+expiring liberty in Britain; whilst I have a tongue to speak, I will
+support her wherever found; while I have crutches to crawl with, I will
+try to find her out, and with the voice of an archangel will demand for
+a sacrifice to the nation those miscreants who have wickedly and
+wantonly been the ruin of their country. O Liberty! O my Country!
+
+LORD RELIGION. O Religion! O Virtue! whither art thou fleeing? O thou
+Defender of the Faith? O ye mighty Lords and Commons! O ye deluded
+Bishops, ye learned props of our unerring church, who preach up
+vengeance, force and fire, instead of peace! be wise in time, lest the
+Americans be driven to work out their own salvation without fear or
+trembling.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+LORD PATRIOT, BOLD IRISHMAN, COLONEL.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN.
+
+That Brazen Lawyer,[7] that Lord Chancellor, that wou'd be, held forth
+surprisingly last night, he beat the drum in your ears, brother soldier.
+
+COLONEL. I think he did; he beat a Tatoo for us all.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. No politicians, but lawyer politicians, it seems will go
+down; if we believe him, we must all turn lawyers now, and prate away
+the liberties of the nation.
+
+COLONEL. Aye, first we must learn to rail at the clamourous faction,
+disappointed politicians--ever restless--ever plotting--constantly
+thwarting government, in laudable and blameable purposes.--Inconsiderable
+party--inconsistent in their own politics--hostile to all government,
+soured by disappointment, and urged by want--proceeding to unjustifiable
+lengths--and then sound the magnanimity of a British senate, animated by
+the sacred fire caught from a high-spirited people--
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. And the devil knows what beside--Magnanimity and sacred
+fire, indeed!--Very magnanimous sounds, but pompous nothings! Why did he
+not tell us where was the magnanimity of the British senate at the time
+of the dispute about Falkland's Island? What sort of fire animated them
+then?--Where was the high spirit of the people?--Strange sort of fire,
+and strange sort of spirit, to give up to our inveterate enemies, the
+Spaniards, our property unasked for, and cut our best friends and
+brethren, the Americans' throats, for defending theirs against lawless
+tyranny; their sacred fire became then all fume, and the strength of
+their boasted spirits evaporated into invisible effluvium; the giant
+then sunk sure enough spontaneously into a dwarf; and now, it seems, the
+dwarf having been feeding upon smoky fire and evaporated spirits, is
+endeavouring to swell himself into a giant again, like the frog in the
+fable, till he bursts himself in silent thunder--But let the mighty
+Philistine, the Goliath Paramount, and his oracle Mocklaw, with their
+thunder bellowed from the brazen mortar-piece of a turn-coat lawyer,
+have a care of the little American David!
+
+LORD PATRIOT. Aye, indeed! America will prove a second Sampson to 'em;
+they may put out his eyes for a while, but he'll pull their house down
+about their ears for all that. Mr. Brazen seem'd surpris'd at the
+thought of relinquishing America, and bawl'd out with the vociferation
+of an old miser that had been robb'd--Relinquish America! relinquish
+America! forbid it heavens! But let him and his masters take great care,
+or America will save 'em the trouble, and relinquish Britain.
+
+COLONEL. Or I'm much mistaken, Brazen says, establish first your
+superiority, and then talk of negotiating.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. That doctrine suits 'em best; just like a cowardly
+pickpocket, or a bloody highwayman, knock a man down first, and then
+tell him stand and deliver.
+
+COLONEL. A just comparison, and excellent simile, by my soul! But I'm
+surpris'd he did not include the Clergy among the number of professions
+unfit (as he said) to be politicians.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. Did you ever know a lawyer to be concerned with religion,
+unless he got a fee by it? he'll take care and steer clear of that; if
+it don't come in his way, he'll never break his neck over a church
+bible, I warrant you--Mammon is his god--Judge Jeffereys is his
+priest--Star-chamber doctrine is his creed--fire, flames and faggot,
+blood, murder, halters and thund'ring cannon are the ceremonies of his
+church--and lies, misrepresentations, deceit, hypocrisy and
+dissimulation are the articles of his religion.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. You make him a monster, indeed.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. Not half so bad as he is, my Lord; he's following close
+to the heels of that profound sage, that oracle, Mocklaw, his tutor: I
+can compare the whole herd of them to nothing else but to the swine we
+read of running headlong down the hill, Paramount their devil, Mocklaw
+the evil spirit, and Brazen their driver.
+
+COLONEL. And thus they'll drive liberty from out the land; but when a
+brave people, like the Americans, from their infancy us'd to liberty
+(not as a gift, but who inherit it as a birth-right, but not as a mess
+of pottage, to be bought by, or sold to, ev'ry hungry glutton of a
+minister) find attempts made to reduce them to slavery, they generally
+take some desperate successful measure for their deliverance. I should
+not be at all surpris'd to hear of independency proclaim'd throughout
+their land, of Britain's armies beat, their fleets burnt, sunk, or
+otherwise destroy'd. The same principle which Mr. Brazen speaks of, that
+inspires British soldiers to fight, namely the ferment of youthful
+blood, the high spirit of the people, a love of glory, and a sense of
+national honour, will inspire the Americans to withstand them; to which
+I may add, liberty and property.--But what is national honour? Why,
+national pride.--What is national glory? Why, national nonsense, when
+put in competition with liberty and property.
+
+LORD PATRIOT. Of Britain I fear liberty has taken its farewell, the
+aspiring wings of tyranny hath long hovered over, and the over-shadowing
+influence of bribery hath eclips'd its rays and dark'ned its lustre; the
+huge Paramount, that temporal deity, that golden calf, finds servile
+wretches enough so base as to bow down, worship and adore his gilded
+horns;--let 'em e'en if they will:--But as for me, tho' I should stand
+alone, I would spurn the brute, were he forty-five[8] times greater than
+he is; I'll administer, ere long, such an emetic to him, as shall make
+the monster disgorge the forty millions yet unaccounted for, and never
+shall it be said, that Patriot ever feared or truckled to him, or kept a
+silent tongue when it should speak.
+
+BOLD IRISHMAN. There I'll shake hands with you, and my tongue shall echo
+in their ears, make their arched ceiling speak, the treasury bench
+crack, and the great chair of their great speaker tremble, and never
+will I cease lashing them, while lashing is good, or hope remains; and
+when the voice of poor liberty can no longer be heard in Britain or
+Hibernia, let's give Caledonia a kick with our heels, and away with the
+goddess to the American shore, crown her, and defy the grim king of
+tyranny, at his peril, to set his foot there.--Here let him stay, and
+wallow in sackcloth and ashes, like a beast as he is, and,
+Nebuchadnezzar-like, eat grass and thistles.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+    _See Paramount, upon his awful throne,
+    Striving to make each freeman's purse his own!
+    While Lords and Commons most as one agree,
+    To grace his head with crown of tyranny.
+    They spurn the laws,--force constitution locks,
+    To seize each subject's coffer, chest and box;
+    Send justice packing, as tho' too pure unmix'd,
+    And hug the tyrant, as if by law he's fix'd._
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[7] See Wedderburne's Speech.
+
+[8] Alluding to North-Briton, Number forty-five.
+
+
+
+
+ACT III.
+
+
+SCENE I. _In Boston._
+
+SELECTMAN, CITIZEN.
+
+SELECTMAN.
+
+At length, it seems, the bloody flag is hung out, the ministry and
+parliament, ever studious in mischief, and bent on our destruction, have
+ordered troops and ships of war to shut our ports, and starve us into
+submission.
+
+CITIZEN. And compel us to be slaves; I have heard so. It is a
+fashionable way to requite us for our loyalty, for the present we made
+them of Louisburg, for our protection at Duquesne, for the assistance we
+gave them at Quebec, Martinico, Guadaloupe and the Havannah. Blast their
+councils, spurn their ingratitude! Soul of Pepperel! whither art thou
+fled?
+
+SELECTMAN. They seem to be guided by some secret demon; this stopping
+our ports and depriving us of all trade is cruel, calculated to starve
+and beggar thousands of families, more spiteful than politic, more to
+their own disadvantage than ours: But we can resolve to do without
+trade; it will be the means of banishing luxury, which has ting'd the
+simplicity and spotless innocence of our once happy asylum.
+
+CITIZEN. We thank heaven, we have the necessaries of life in abundance,
+even to an exuberant plenty; and how oft have our hospitable tables fed
+numbers of those ungrateful monsters, who would now, if they could,
+famish us?
+
+SELECTMAN. No doubt, as we abound in those temporal blessings, it has
+tempted them to pick our pockets by violence, in hopes of treasures more
+to their minds.
+
+CITIZEN. In that these thirsters after gold and human blood will be
+disappointed. No Perus or Mexicos here they'll find; but the demon you
+speak of, tho' he acts in secret, is notoriously known. Lord Paramount
+is that demon, that bird of prey, that ministerial cormorant, that waits
+to devour, and who first thought to disturb the repose of America; a
+wretch, no friend to mankind, who acts thro' envy and avarice, like
+Satan, who 'scap'd from hell to disturb the regions of paradise; after
+ransacking Britain and Hibernia for gold, the growth of hell, to feed
+his luxury, now waits to rifle the bowels of America.
+
+SELECTMAN. May he prove more unsuccessful than Satan; blind politics,
+rank infatuation, madness detestable, the concomitants of arbitrary
+power! They can never think to succeed; but should they conquer, they'll
+find that he who overcometh by force and blood, hath overcome but half
+his foe. Capt. Preston's massacre is too recent in our memories; and if
+a few troops dar'd to commit such hellish unprovok'd barbarities, what
+may we not expect from legions arm'd with vengeance, whose leaders
+harbour principles repugnant to freedom, and possess'd with more than
+diabolical notions? Surely our friends will oppose them with all the
+power heaven has given them.
+
+CITIZEN. Nothing more certain; each citizen and each individual
+inhabitant of America are bound by the ties of nature; the laws of God
+and man justify such a procedure; passive obedience for passive slaves,
+and non-resistance for servile wretches who know not, neither deserve,
+the sweets of liberty. As for me and my house, thank God, such
+detestable doctrine never did, nor ever shall, enter over my threshold.
+
+SELECTMAN. Would all America were so zealous as you.--The appointment of
+a general Continental Congress was a judicious measure, and will prove
+the salvation of this new world, where counsel mature, wisdom and
+strength united; it will prove a barrier, a bulwark, against the
+encroachments of arbitrary power.
+
+CITIZEN. I much approve of the choice of a congress; America is young,
+she will be to it like a tender nursing mother, she will give it the
+paps of virtue to suck, cherish it with the milk of liberty, and fatten
+it on the cream of patriotism; she will train it up in its youth, and
+teach it to shun the poison of British voluptuousness, and instruct it
+to keep better company. Let us, my friend, support her all in our power,
+and set on foot an immediate association; they will form an
+intrenchment, too strong for ministerial tyranny to o'erleap.
+
+SELECTMAN. I am determined so to do, it may prevent the farther effusion
+of blood.
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+_Enter a MINISTER._
+
+MINISTER.
+
+My friends, I yet will hail you good morrow, tho' I know not how long we
+may be indulg'd that liberty to each other; doleful tidings I have to
+tell.
+
+SELECTMAN. With sorrow we have heard it, good morrow, sir.
+
+MINISTER. Wou'd to God it may prove false, and that it may vanish like
+the dew of the morning.
+
+CITIZEN. Beyond a doubt, sir, it's too true.
+
+MINISTER. Perhaps, my friends, you have not heard all.
+
+SELECTMAN. We have heard too much, of the troops and ships coming over,
+we suppose you mean; we have not heard more, if more there be.
+
+MINISTER. Then worse I have to tell, tidings which will raise the blood
+of the patriot, and put your virtue to the proof, will kindle such an
+ardent love of liberty in your breasts, as time will not be able to
+exterminate--
+
+CITIZEN. Pray, let us hear it, I'm all on fire.
+
+SELECTMAN. I'm impatient to know it, welcome or unwelcome.
+
+MINISTER. Such as it is, take it; your charter is annihilated; you are
+all, all declared rebels; your estates are to be confiscated; your
+patrimony to be given to those who never labour'd for it; popery to be
+established in the room of the true catholic faith; the Old South, and
+other houses of our God, converted perhaps into nunneries, inquisitions,
+barracks and common jails, where you will perish with want and famine,
+or suffer an ignominious death; your wives, children, dearest relations
+and friends forever separated from you in this world, without the
+prospect of receiving any comfort or consolation from them, or the least
+hope of affording any to them.
+
+SELECTMAN. Perish the thought!
+
+CITIZEN. I've heard enough!--To arms! my dear friends, to arms! and
+death or freedom be our motto!
+
+MINISTER. A noble resolution! Posterity will crown the urn of the
+patriot who consecrates his talents to virtue and freedom; his name
+shall not be forgot; his reputation shall bloom with unfading verdure,
+while the name of the tyrant, like his vile body, shall moulder in the
+dust. Put your trust in the Lord of hosts, he is your strong tower, he
+is your helper and defense, he will guide and strengthen the arm of
+flesh, and scatter your enemies like chaff.
+
+SELECTMAN. Let us not hesitate.
+
+CITIZEN. Not a single moment;--'tis like to prove a mortal strife, a
+never-ending contest.
+
+MINISTER. Delays may be dangerous.--Go and awake your brethren that
+sleep;--rouse them up from their lethargy and supineness, and join,
+with confidence, temporal with spiritual weapons. Perhaps they be now
+landing, and this moment, this very moment, may be the last of your
+liberty. Prepare yourselves--be ready--stand fast--ye know not the day
+nor the hour. May the Ruler of all send us liberty and life. Adieu! my
+friends.
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+SCENE III. _In a street in Boston._
+
+_Frequent town-meetings and consultations amongst the
+  inhabitants;--LORD BOSTON arrives with the forces and ships;--lands
+  and fortifies Boston._
+
+_WHIG and TORY._
+
+WHIG. I have said and done all that man could say or do.--'Tis wrong, I
+insist upon it, and time will show it, to suffer them to take possession
+of Castle William and fortify Boston Neck.
+
+TORY. I cannot see, good sir, of what advantage it will be to
+them;--they've only a mind, I suppose, to keep their soldiers from being
+inactive, which may prejudice their health.
+
+WHIG. I wish it may prove so, I would very gladly confess your superior
+knowledge in military manoeuvres; but till then, suffer me to tell you,
+it's a stroke the most fatal to us,--no less, sir, but to cut off the
+communication between the town and country, making prisoners of us all
+by degrees, and give 'em an opportunity of making excursions, and in a
+short time subdue us without resistance.
+
+TORY. I think your fears are groundless.
+
+WHIG. Sir, my reason is not to be trifled with. Do you not see or hear
+ev'ry day of insults and provocations to the peaceable inhabitants? This
+is only a prelude. Can men of spirit bear forever with such usage? I
+know not what business they have here at all.
+
+TORY. I suppose they're come to protect us.
+
+WHIG. Damn such protectors, such cut-throat villains; protect us? from
+what? from whom?--
+
+TORY. Nay, sir, I know not their business;--let us yet bear with them
+till we know the success of the petition from the Congress;--if
+unfavourable, then it will be our time.
+
+WHIG. Then, I fear, it will be too late; all that time we lose, and they
+gain ground; I have no notion of trusting to the success of petitions,
+waiting twelve months for no answer at all. Our assemblies have
+petitioned often, and as often in vain; 't would be a miracle in these
+days to hear of an American petition being granted; their omnipotences,
+their demi-godships (as they think themselves) no doubt think it too
+great a favour done us to throw our petitions under their table, much
+less vouchsafe to read them.
+
+TORY. You go too far;--the power of King, Lords and Commons is
+uncontroulable.
+
+WHIG. With respect to tyrannising they would make it so, if they could,
+I know, but there's a good deal to be said and done first; we have more
+than half the bargain to make.
+
+TORY. Sure you would not go to dispute by arms with Great-Britain.
+
+WHIG. Sure I would not suffer you to pick my pocket, sir.
+
+TORY. If I did, the law is open for you--
+
+WHIG. I have but a poor opinion of law, when the devil sits judge.
+
+TORY. What would you do then, sir, if I was to pick your pocket?
+
+WHIG. Break your head, sir--
+
+TORY. Sure you don't mean as you say, sir--
+
+WHIG. I surely do--try me, sir--
+
+TORY. Excuse me, sir, I am not of your mind, I would avoid every thing
+that has the appearance of rashness.--Great-Britain's power, sir--
+
+WHIG. Great-Britain's power, sir, is too much magnified, 't will soon
+grow weak, by endeavouring to make slaves of American freemen; we are
+not Africans yet, neither bond-slaves.--You would avoid and discourage
+every thing that has the appearance of patriotism, you mean.--
+
+TORY. Who? me, sir?
+
+WHIG. Yes, you, sir;--you go slyly pimping, spying and sneaking about,
+cajoling the ignorant, and insinuating bugbear notions of
+Great-Britain's mighty power into weak people's ears, that we may tamely
+give all up, and you be rewarded, perhaps, with the office of judge of
+the admiralty, or continental hangman, for ought I know.
+
+TORY. Who? me, sir?
+
+WHIG. Aye, you, sir;--and let me tell you, sir, you've been long
+suspected--
+
+TORY. Of what, sir?
+
+WHIG. For a rank Tory, sir.
+
+TORY. What mean you, sir?
+
+WHIG. I repeat it again--suspected to be an enemy to your country.
+
+TORY. By whom, sir? Can you show me an instance?
+
+WHIG. From your present discourse I suspect you--and from your
+connections and artful behaviour all suspect you.
+
+TORY. Can you give me a proof?
+
+WHIG. Not a point blank proof, as to my own knowledge; you're so much of
+a Jesuit, you have put it out of my power;--but strong circumstances by
+information, such as amount to a proof in the present case, sir, I can
+furnish you with.
+
+TORY. Sir, you may be mistaken.
+
+WHIG. 'Tis not possible, my informant knows you too well.
+
+TORY. Who is your informant, sir?
+
+WHIG. A gentleman, sir; and if you'll give yourself the trouble to walk
+with me, I'll soon produce him.
+
+TORY. Another time; I cannot stay now;--'tis dinner time.
+
+WHIG. That's the time to find him.
+
+TORY. I cannot stay now.
+
+WHIG. We'll call at your house then.
+
+TORY. I dine abroad, sir.
+
+WHIG. Be gone, you scoundrel! I'll watch your waters; 'tis time to clear
+the land of such infernal vermin.
+
+                                        [_Exeunt both different ways._
+
+
+SCENE IV. _In Boston, while the Regulars were flying from Lexington._
+
+_LORD BOSTON surrounded by his guards and a few officers._
+
+LORD BOSTON. If Colonel Smith succeeds in his embassy, and I think
+there's no doubt of it, I shall have the pleasure this ev'ning, I
+expect, of having my friends Hancock and Adams's good company; I'll make
+each of them a present of a pair of handsome iron ruffles, and Major
+Provost shall provide a suitable entertainment for them in his
+apartment.
+
+OFFICER. Sure they'll not be so unpolite as to refuse your Excellency's
+kind invitation.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Shou'd they, Colonel Smith and Major Pitcairn have my
+orders to make use of all their rhetoric and the persuasive eloquence of
+British thunder.
+
+_Enter a MESSENGER in haste._
+
+MESSENGER. I bring your Excellency unwelcome tidings--
+
+LORD BOSTON. For heaven's sake! from what quarter?
+
+MESSENGER. From Lexington plains.
+
+LORD BOSTON. 'Tis impossible!
+
+MESSENGER. Too true, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Say--what is it? Speak what you know.
+
+MESSENGER. Colonel Smith is defeated, and fast retreating.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Good God!--What does he say? Mercy on me!
+
+MESSENGER. They're flying before the enemy.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Britons turn their backs before the Rebels!--The Rebels put
+Britons to flight?--Said you not so?
+
+MESSENGER. They are routed, sir;--they are flying this instant;--the
+Provincials are numerous, and hourly gaining strength;--they have nearly
+surrounded our troops. A reinforcement, sir--a timely succour may save
+the shatter'd remnant Speedily! speedily, sir! or they're irretrievably
+lost!
+
+LORD BOSTON. Good God! What does he say? Can it be possible?
+
+MESSENGER. Lose no time, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. What can I do?--Oh dear!
+
+OFFICER. Draw off a detachment--form a brigade; prepare part of the
+train; send for Lord Percy; let the drums beat to arms.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Aye, do, Captain; you know how, better than I. (_Exit
+OFFICER._) Did the Rebels dare to fire on the king's troops? Had they
+the courage? Guards, keep round me.
+
+MESSENGER. They're like lions; they have killed many of our bravest
+officers and men; and if not checked instantly, will totally surround
+them, and make the whole prisoners. This is no time to parley, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. No, indeed; what will become of me?
+
+_Enter EARL PERCY._
+
+EARL PERCY. Your orders, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Haste, my good Percy, immediately take command of the
+brigade of reinforcement, and fly to the assistance of poor Smith!--Lose
+no time, lest they be all cut off, and the Rebels improve their
+advantage, and be upon us; and God knows what quarter they'll
+give.--Haste, my noble Earl!--Speedily!--Speedily!--Where's my guard?
+
+EARL PERCY. I'm gone, sir.
+
+                  [_Exeunt PERCY and OFFICERS--drums beating to arms._
+
+LORD BOSTON. What means this flutt'ring round my heart? this unusual
+chilness? Is it fear? No, it cannot be, it must proceed from my great
+anxiety, my perturbation of mind for the fate of my countrymen. A
+drowsiness hangs o'er my eyelids;--fain would I repose myself a short
+time;--but I must not;--I must wait;--I'll to the top of yon
+eminence,--there I shall be safer. Here I cannot stay;--there I may
+behold something favourable to calm this tumult in my breast.--But,
+alas! I fear--Guards, attend me.
+
+                                     [_Exeunt LORD BOSTON and GUARDS._
+
+
+SCENE V. _LORD BOSTON and GUARDS on a hill in Boston, that overlooks
+Charlestown._
+
+LORD BOSTON. Clouds of dust and smoke intercept my sight; I cannot see;
+I hear the noise of cannon--Percy's cannon--Grant him success!
+
+OFFICER OF GUARD. Methinks, sir, I see British colours waving.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Some ray of hope.--Have they got so near?--Captain, keep a
+good lookout; tell me every thing you see. My eyes are wondrous dim.
+
+OFFICER. The two brigades have join'd--Now Admiral Tombstone bellows his
+lower tier on the Provincials. How does your Excellency?
+
+LORD BOSTON. Right;--more hope still.--I'm bravely to what I was. Which
+way do our forces tend?
+
+OFFICER. I can distinguish nothing for a certainty now; such smoke and
+dust!
+
+LORD BOSTON. God grant Percy courage!
+
+OFFICER. His ancestors were brave, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Aye, that's no rule--no rule, Captain; so were mine.--A
+heavy firing now.--The Rebels must be very numerous--
+
+OFFICER. They're like caterpillars; as numerous as the locusts of Egypt.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Look out, Captain, God help you, look out.
+
+OFFICER. I do, sir.
+
+LORD BOSTON. What do you see now? Hark! what dreadful noise!
+
+ONE OF THE GUARD. [_Aside._] How damn'd afraid he is.
+
+ANOTHER OF THE GUARD. [_Aside._] He's one of your chimney corner
+Generals--an old granny.
+
+OFFICER. If I mistake not, our troops are fast retreating; their fire
+slackens; the noise increases.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Oh, Captain, don't say so!
+
+OFFICER. 'Tis true, sir, they're running--the enemy shout victory.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Upon your honour?--say--
+
+OFFICER. Upon my honour, sir, they're flying t'wards Charlestown.
+Percy's beat;--I'm afraid he's lost his artillery.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Then 'tis all over--the day is lost--what more can we do?
+
+OFFICER. We may, with the few troops left in Boston, yet afford them
+some succour, and cover their retreat across the water; 'tis impossible
+to do more.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Go instantly; I'll wait your return. Try your utmost to
+prevent the Rebels from crossing. Success attend you, my dear Captain,
+God prosper you! [_Exit OFFICER._] Alas! alas! my glory's gone; my
+honour's stain'd. My dear guards, don't leave me, and you shall have
+plenty of porter and sour-crout.
+
+
+SCENE VI. _ROGER and DICK, two shepherds near Lexington, after the
+defeat and flight of the Regulars._
+
+ROGER. Whilst early looking, Dick, ere the sun was seen to tinge the
+brow of the mountain, for my flock of sheep, nor dreaming of approaching
+evil, suddenly mine eyes beheld from yon hill a cloud of dust arise at a
+small distance; the intermediate space were thick set with laurels,
+willows, evergreens, and bushes of various kinds, the growth of wild
+nature, and which hid the danger from my eyes, thinking perchance my
+flock had thither stray'd; I descended, and straight onward went; but,
+Dick, judge you my thoughts at such a disappointment: Instead of my
+innocent flock of sheep, I found myself almost encircled by a herd of
+ravenous British wolves.
+
+DICK. Dangerous must have been your situation, Roger, whatever were your
+thoughts.
+
+ROGER. I soon discovered my mistake; finding a hostile appearance, I
+instantly turn'd myself about, and fled to alarm the shepherds.
+
+DICK. Did they pursue you?
+
+ROGER. They did; but having the start, and being acquainted with the
+by-ways, I presently got clear of their voracious jaws.
+
+DICK. A lucky escape, indeed, Roger; and what route did they take after
+that?
+
+ROGER. Onwards, t'wards Lexington, devouring geese, cattle and swine,
+with fury and rage, which, no doubt, was increased by their
+disappointment; and what may appear strange to you Dick (tho' no more
+strange than true), is, they seem'd to be possessed of a kind of brutish
+music, growling something like our favourite tune Yankee Doodle (perhaps
+in ridicule), till it were almost threadbare, seeming vastly pleased
+(monkey-like) with their mimickry, as tho' it provoked us much.
+
+DICK. Nature, Roger, has furnish'd some brute animals with voices, or,
+more properly speaking, with organs of sound that nearly resemble the
+human. I have heard of crocodiles weeping like a child, to decoy the
+unwary traveller, who is no sooner within their reach, but they seize
+and devour instantly.
+
+ROGER. Very true, Dick, I have read of the same; and these wolves, being
+of the canine breed, and having the properties of blood-hounds, no doubt
+are possess'd of a more acute sense of smelling, more reason, instinct,
+sagacity, or what shall I call it? than all other brutes. It might have
+been a piece of cunning of theirs, peculiar to them, to make themselves
+pass for shepherds, and decoy our flocks; for, as you know, Dick, all
+our shepherds both play and sing Yankee Doodle, our sheep and lambs are
+as well acquainted with that tune as ourselves, and always make up to us
+whene'er they hear the sound.
+
+DICK. Yes, Roger; and now you put me in mind of it I'll tell you of
+something surprising in my turn: I have an old ram and an old ewe, that,
+whenever they sing Yankee Doodle together, a skilful musician can
+scarcely distinguish it from the bass and tenor of an organ.
+
+ROGER. Surprising indeed, Dick, nor do I in the least doubt it; and why
+not, as well as Balaam's ass, speak? and I might add, many other asses,
+now-a-days; and yet, how might that music be improved by a judicious
+disposition of its various parts, by the addition of a proper number of
+sheep and young lambs; 't would then likewise resemble the counter,
+counter tenor, treble, and finest pipes of an organ, and might be truly
+called nature's organ; methinks, Dick, I could forever sit and hear such
+music,
+
+    _Where all the parts in complication roll,
+    And with its charming music feast the soul!_
+
+DICK. Delightful, indeed; I'll attempt it with what little skill I have
+in music; we may then defy these wolves to imitate it, and thereby save
+our flocks: I am well convinced, Roger, these wolves intended it rather
+as a decoy than by way of ridicule, because they live by cunning and
+deception; besides, they could never mean to ridicule a piece of music,
+a tune, of which such brutes cannot be supposed to be judges, and, which
+is allowed by the best masters of music to be a composition of the most
+sublime kind, and would have done honour to a Handel or a Correllius.
+Well, go on, Roger, I long to hear the whole.
+
+ROGER. When they came to Lexington, where a flock of our innocent sheep
+and young lambs, as usual, were feeding and sporting on the plain, these
+dogs of violence and rapine with haughty stride advanc'd, and berated
+them in a new and unheard of language to us.
+
+DICK. I suppose learn'd at their own fam'd universities--
+
+ROGER. No doubt; they had teachers among them--two old wolves their
+leaders, not unlike in features to Smith and Pitcairn, as striving to
+outvie each other in the very dregs of brutal eloquence, and more than
+Billingsgate jargon, howl'd in their ears such a peal of new-fangled
+execrations, and hell-invented oratory, till that day unheard in
+New-England, as struck the whole flock with horror, and made them for a
+while stand aghast, as tho' all the wolves in the forest had broke loose
+upon them.
+
+DICK. Oh, shocking!--Roger, go on.
+
+ROGER. Not content with this, their murdering leaders, with premeditated
+malice, keen appetite, and without provocation, gave the howl for the
+onset, when instantly the whole herd, as if the devil had entered into
+them, ran violently down the hill, and fixed their talons and jaws upon
+them, and as quick as lightning eight innocent young lambs fell a
+sacrifice to their fury, and victims to their rapacity; the very houses
+of our God were no longer a sanctuary; many they tore to pieces, and
+some at the very foot of the altar; others were dragged out as in a
+wanton, gamesome mood.
+
+DICK. Barbarity inexpressible! more than savage cruelty! I hope you'll
+make their master pay for 'em; there is a law of this province, Roger,
+which obliges the owner of such dogs to pay for the mischief they do.
+
+ROGER. I know it, Dick; he shall pay, never fear, and that handsomely
+too; he has paid part of it already.
+
+DICK. Who is their master, Roger?
+
+ROGER. One Lord Paramount; they call him a free-booter; a fellow who
+pretends to be proprietor of all America, and says he has a deed for it,
+and chief ranger of all the flocks, and pretends to have a patent for
+it; has been a long time in the practice of killing and stealing sheep
+in England and Ireland, and had like to have been hang'd for it there,
+but was reprieved by the means of his friend _George_--I forgot his
+other name--not Grenville--not George the Second--but another George--
+
+DICK. It's no matter, he'll be hang'd yet; he has sent his dogs to a
+wrong place, and lugg'd the wrong sow by the ear; he should have sent
+them to Newfoundland, or Kamchatka, there's no sheep there--But never
+mind, go on, Roger.
+
+ROGER. Nor was their voracious appetites satiated there; they rush'd
+into the town of Concord, and proceeded to devour every thing that lay
+in their way; and those brute devils, like Sampson's foxes (and as tho'
+they were men), thrice attempted with firebrands to destroy our corn,
+our town-house and habitations.
+
+DICK. Heavens! Could not all this provoke you?
+
+ROGER. It did; rage prompted us at length, and found us arms 'gainst
+such hellish mischief to oppose.
+
+DICK. Oh, would I had been there!
+
+ROGER. Our numbers increasing, and arm'd with revenge, we in our turn
+play'd the man; they, unus'd to wounds, with hideous yelling soon betook
+themselves to a precipitate and confused flight, nor did we give o'er
+the chase, till Phoebus grew drowsy, bade us desist, and wished us a
+good night.
+
+DICK. Of some part of their hasty retreat I was a joyful spectator, I
+saw their tongues lolling out of their mouths, and heard them pant like
+hunted wolves indeed.
+
+ROGER. Did you not hear how their mirth was turn'd into mourning? their
+fury into astonishment? how soon they quitted their howling Yankee
+Doodle, and chang'd their notes to bellowing? how nimbly (yet against
+their will) they betook themselves to dancing? And he was then the
+bravest dog that beat time the swiftest, and footed Yankee Doodle the
+nimblest.
+
+DICK. Well pleased, Roger, was I with the chase, and glorious sport it
+was: I oft perceiv'd them tumbling o'er each other heels over head; nor
+did one dare stay to help his brother--but, with bloody breech, made the
+best of his way--nor ever stopped till they were got safe within their
+lurking-holes--
+
+ROGER. From whence they have not the courage to peep out, unless four to
+one, except (like a skunk) forc'd by famine.
+
+DICK. May this be the fate of all those prowling sheep-stealers, it
+behooves the shepherds to double the watch, to take uncommon precaution
+and care of their tender flocks, more especially as this is like to be
+an uncommon severe winter, by the appearance of wolves, so early in the
+season--but, hark!--Roger, methinks I hear the sound of melody warbling
+thro' the grove--Let's sit a while, and partake of it unseen.
+
+ROGER. With all my heart.--Most delightful harmony! This is the First of
+May; our shepherds and nymphs are celebrating our glorious St. Tammany's
+day; we'll hear the song out, and then join in the frolic, and chorus it
+o'er and o'er again--This day shall be devoted to joy and festivity.
+
+SONG.
+
+[TUNE. _The hounds are all out, &c._]
+
+    1.
+
+      Of _St. George_, or _St. Bute_, let the poet Laureat sing,
+    Of _Pharaoh_ or _Pluto_ of old,
+    While he rhymes forth their praise, in false, flattering lays,
+    I'll sing of St. Tamm'ny the bold, my brave boys.
+
+    2.
+
+      Let Hibernia's sons boast, make Patrick their toast;
+    And Scots Andrew's fame spread abroad.
+    Potatoes and oats, and Welch leeks for Welch goats,
+    Was never St. Tammany's food, my brave boys.
+
+    3.
+
+      In freedom's bright cause, Tamm'ny pled with applause,
+    And reason'd most justly from nature;
+    For this, this was his song, all, all the day long:
+    Liberty's the right of each creature, brave boys.
+
+    4.
+
+      Whilst under an oak his great parliament sat,
+    His throne was the crotch of the tree;
+    With Solomon's look, without statutes or book,
+    He wisely sent forth his decree, my brave boys.
+
+    5.
+
+      His subjects stood round, not the least noise or sound,
+    Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face:
+    So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause;
+    That might _Bute_, _North_ and _Mansfield_ disgrace, my brave boys.
+
+    6.
+
+      No duties, nor stamps, their blest liberty cramps,
+    A king, tho' no _tyrant_, was he;
+    He did oft'times declare, nay, sometimes wou'd swear,
+    The least of his subjects were free, my brave boys.
+
+    7.
+
+      He, as king of the woods, of the rivers and floods,
+    Had a right all beasts to controul;
+    Yet, content with a few, to give nature her due:
+    So gen'rous was Tammany's soul! my brave boys.
+
+    8.
+
+      In the morn he arose, and a-hunting he goes,
+    Bold Nimrod his second was he.
+    For his breakfast he'd take a large venison steak,
+    And despis'd your slip-slops and tea, my brave boys.
+
+    9.
+
+      While all in a row, with squaw, dog and bow,
+    Vermilion adorning his face,
+    With feathery head he rang'd the woods wide:
+    _St. George_ sure had never such grace, my brave boys?
+
+    10.
+
+      His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin saints wear,
+    Perfumed with bear's grease well smear'd,
+    Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace,
+    Like the oil from Aaron's old beard, my brave boys.
+
+    11.
+
+      The strong nervous deer, with amazing career,
+    In swiftness he'd fairly run down;
+    And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear.
+    Ne'er was such a saint as our own, my brave boys.
+
+    12.
+
+      When he'd run down a stag, he behind him wou'd lag;
+    For, so noble a soul had he!
+    He'd stop, tho' he lost it, tradition reports it,
+    To give him fresh chance to get free, my brave boys.
+
+    13.
+
+      With a mighty strong arm, and a masculine bow,
+    His arrow he drew to the head,
+    And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot,
+    His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys.
+
+    14.
+
+      His table he spread where the venison bled,
+    Be thankful, he used to say;
+    He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a saint and a king,
+    And sumptuously dine on his prey, my brave boys.
+
+    15.
+
+      Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills
+    He'd caper, such was his delight;
+    And ne'er in his days, Indian history says,
+    Did lack a good supper at night, my brave boys.
+
+    16.
+
+      On an old stump he sat, without cap or hat.
+    When supper was ready to eat,
+    _Snap_, his dog, he stood by, and cast a sheep's eye
+    For ven'son, the king of all meat, my brave boys.
+
+    17.
+
+      Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould,
+    Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage,
+    He lov'd sav'ry meat, such that patriarchs eat,
+    Of ven'son and squirrel made pottage, brave boys.
+
+    18.
+
+      When fourscore years old, as I've oft'times been told,
+    To doubt it, sure, would not be right,
+    With a pipe in his jaw, he'd buss his old squaw,
+    And get a young saint ev'ry night, my brave boys.
+
+    19.
+
+      As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,
+    Tho' his sport, 'twere hard to keep from it,
+    Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,
+    And blazed like the tail of a comet, brave boys.
+
+    20.
+
+      What country on earth, then, did ever give birth
+    To such a magnanimous saint?
+    His acts far excel all that history tell,
+    And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys.
+
+    21.
+
+      Now, to finish my song, a full flowing bowl
+    I'll quaff, and sing all the long day,
+    And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my saint,
+    And hail ev'ry First of sweet _May_, my brave boys.
+
+DICK. What a seraphic voice! how it enlivens my soul! Come away, away,
+Roger, the moments are precious.
+
+                                             [_Exeunt DICK and ROGER._
+
+
+SCENE VII. _In a chamber, near Boston, the morning after the battle of
+Bunkers-Hill._
+
+CLARISSA. How lovely is this new-born day!--The sun rises with uncommon
+radiance after the most gloomy night my wearied eyes ever knew.--The voice
+of slumber was not heard--the angel of sleep was fled--and the awful
+whispers of solemnity and silence prevented my eye-lids from closing.--No
+wonder--the terrors and ideas of yesterday--such a scene of war--of
+tumult--hurry and hubbub--of horror and destruction--the direful noise of
+conflict--the dismal hissing of iron shot in volleys flying--such bellowing
+of mortars--such thund'ring of cannon--such roaring of musketry--and such
+clashing of swords and bayonets--such cries of the wounded--and such
+streams of blood--such a noise and crush of houses, steeples, and whole
+streets of desolate Charlestown falling--pillars of fire, and the convulsed
+vortex of fiery flakes, rolling in flaming wreaths in the air, in dreadful
+combustion, seemed as tho' the elements and whole earth were envelop'd in
+one general, eternal conflagration and total ruin, and intermingled with
+black smoke, ascending, on the wings of mourning, up to Heaven, seemed
+piteously to implore the Almighty interposition to put a stop to such
+devastation, lest the whole earth should be unpeopled in the unnatural
+conflict--Too, too much for female heroism to dwell upon--But what are all
+those to the terrors that filled my affrighted imagination the last
+night?--Dreams--fancies--evil bodings--shadows, phantoms and ghastly
+visions continually hovering around my pillow, goading and harrowing my
+soul with the most terrific appearances, not imaginary, but real--Am I
+awake?--Where are the British murderers?--where's my husband?--my son?--my
+brother?--Something more than human tells me all is not well: If they are
+among the slain, 'tis impossible.--I--Oh! [_She cries._]
+
+_Enter a NEIGHBOUR_ [_a spectator of the battle_].
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam, grieve not so much.
+
+CLARISSA. Am I wont to grieve without a cause? Wou'd to God I did;--mock
+me not--What voice is that? methinks I know it--some angel sent to
+comfort me?--welcome then. [_She turns about._] Oh, my Neighbour, is it
+you? My friend, I have need of comfort. Hast thou any for me?--say--will
+you not speak? Where's my husband?--my son?--my brother? Hast thou seen
+them since the battle? Oh! bring me not unwelcome tidings! [_Cries._]
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. What shall I say?_] Madam, I beheld them yesterday
+from an eminence.
+
+CLARISSA. Upon that very eminence was I. What then?--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. I saw the brave man Warren, your son and brother.
+
+CLARISSA. What? O ye gods!--Speak on friend--stop--what saw ye?
+
+NEIGHBOUR. In the midst of the tempest of war--
+
+CLARISSA. Where are they now?--That I saw too--What is all this?
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam, hear me--
+
+CLARISSA. Then say on--yet--Oh, his looks!--I fear!
+
+NEIGHBOUR. When General Putnam bid the vanguard open their front to
+the--
+
+CLARISSA. Oh, trifle not with me--dear Neighbour!--where shall I find
+them?--say--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. Heavens! must I tell her!_] Madam, be patient--right
+and left, that all may see who hate us, we are prepar'd for them--
+
+CLARISSA. What then?--Can you find 'em?--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. I saw Warren and the other two heroes firm as Roxbury stand
+the shock of the enemy's fiercest attacks, and twice put to flight their
+boasted phalanx.--
+
+CLARISSA. All that I saw, and more; say--wou'd they not come to me, were
+they well?--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam, hear me--
+
+CLARISSA. Oh! he will not speak.
+
+NEIGHBOUR. The enemy return'd to the charge, and stumbling o'er the dead
+and wounded bodies of their friends, Warren received them with
+indissoluble firmness, and notwithstanding their battalious aspect, in
+the midst of the battle, tho' surrounded with foes on ev'ry side--
+
+CLARISSA. Oh, my Neighbour!--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Madam--his nervous arm, like a giant refresh'd with wine,
+hurl'd destruction where'er he came, breathing heroic ardour to
+advent'rous deeds, and long time in even scale the battle hung, till at
+last death turn'd pale and affrighted at the carnage--they ran--
+
+CLARISSA. Who ran?
+
+NEIGHBOUR. The enemy, Madam, gave way--
+
+CLARISSA. Warren never ran--yet--oh! I wou'd he had--I fear--[_Cries._]
+
+NEIGHBOUR. I say not so, Madam.
+
+CLARISSA. What say ye then? he was no coward, Neighbour--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. Brave to the last. [_Aside. I forgot myself._]
+
+CLARISSA. What said you? O Heavens! brave to the last! those words--why
+do you keep me thus?--cruel--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. She will know it._] I say, Madam, by some mistaken
+orders on our side, the enemy rallied and return'd to the charge with
+fresh numbers, and your husband, son, and brother--Madam--
+
+CLARISSA. Stop!--O ye powers!--What?--say no more--yet let me hear--keep
+me not thus--tell me, I charge thee--
+
+NEIGHBOUR. [_Aside. I can hold no longer, she must know it._] Forgive
+me, Madam--I saw them fall--and Michael, the archangel, who vanquish'd
+Satan, is not more immortal than they. [_Aside. Who can relate such woes
+without a tear?_],
+
+CLARISSA. Oh! I've heard enough--too--too much [_Cries._] yet--if thou hast
+worse to tell--say on--nought worse can be--O ye gods!--cruel--cruel--
+thrice cruel--cou'd ye not leave me one--[_She faints, and is caught by her
+friend, and placed in a chair; he rings the bell, the family come in, and
+endeavour to bring her to._]
+
+NEIGHBOUR. With surprising fortitude she heard the melancholy relation,
+until I came to the last close--she then gave me a mournful look, lifted
+up her eyes, and immediately sunk motionless into my arms.
+
+WOMAN. Poor soul!--no wonder--how I sympathize with her in her
+distress--my tender bosom can scarcely bear the sight! A dreadful loss!
+a most shocking scene it was, that brothers should with brothers war,
+and in intestine fierce opposition meet, to seek the blood of each
+other, like dogs for a bare bone, who so oft in generous friendship and
+commerce join'd, in festivals of love and joy unanimous as the sons of
+one kind and indulgent father, and separately would freely in a good
+cause spend their blood and sacrifice their lives for him.
+
+NEIGHBOUR. A terrible black day it was, and ever will be remembered by
+New-England, when that vile Briton (unworthy the name of a Briton), Lord
+Boston (curse the name!), whose horrid murders stain American soil with
+blood; perish his name! a fratricide! 'twas he who fir'd Charlestown,
+and spread desolation, fire, flames and smoke in ev'ry corner--he was
+the wretch, that waster of the world, that licens'd robber, that
+blood-stain'd insulter of a free people, who bears the name of Lord
+Boston, but from henceforth shall be called Cain, that pillag'd the
+ruins, and dragg'd and murder'd the infant, the aged and infirm--(But
+look, she recovers.)
+
+CLARISSA. O ye angels! ye cherubims and seraphims! waft their souls to
+bliss, bathe their wounds with angelic balsam, and crown them with
+immortality. A faithful, loving and beloved husband, a promising and
+filial son, a tender and affectionate brother: Alas! what a loss!--Whom
+have I now to comfort me?--What have I left, but the voice of
+lamentation: [_She weeps._] Ill-fated bullets--these tears shall sustain
+me--yes, ye dear friends! how gladly wou'd I follow you--but alas! I
+must still endure tribulation and inquietudes, from which you are now
+exempt; I cannot cease to weep, ye brave men, I will mourn your
+fall--weep on--flow, mine eyes, and wash away their blood, till the
+fountain of sorrow is dried up--but, oh! it never--never will--my
+sympathetic soul shall dwell on your bosoms, and floods of tears shall
+water your graves; and since all other comfort is deny'd me, deprive me
+not of the only consolation left me of meditating on your virtues and
+dear memories, who fell in defense of liberty and your country--ye brave
+men--ye more than friends--ye martyrs to liberty!--This, this is all I
+ask, till sorrow overwhelms me.--I breathe my last; and ye yourselves,
+your own bright spirits, come and waft me to your peaceful abode, where
+the voice of lamentation is not heard, neither shall we know any more
+what it is to separate.
+
+    _Eager the patriot meets his desperate foe
+    With full intent to give the fatal blow;
+    The cause he fights for animates him high,
+    His wife, his children and his liberty:
+    For these he conquers, or more bravely dies,
+    And yields himself a willing sacrifice._
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+ACT IV.
+
+
+SCENE I. _Near Norfolk, in Virginia, on board a man-of-war, LORD
+KIDNAPPER, in the state-room; a boat appears rowing towards the ship._
+
+_SAILOR and BOATSWAIN._
+
+SAILOR. Boatswain!
+
+BOATSWAIN. Holla.
+
+SAILOR. Damn my eyes, Mr. Boatswain, but here's a black flag of truce
+coming on board.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Sure enough--where are they from?
+
+SAILOR. From hell, I suppose--for they're as black as so many devils.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Very well--no matter--they're recruits for the Kidnapper.
+
+SAILOR. We shall be all of a colour by and by--damn me--
+
+BOATSWAIN. I'll go and inform his Lordship and his pair of doxies of it;
+I suppose by this time they have trim'd their sails, and he's done
+heaving the log.
+
+                                                    [_Exit BOATSWAIN._
+
+
+SCENE II. _Near the state-room._
+
+BOATSWAIN. Where's his Lordship?
+
+SERVANT. He's in the state-room.
+
+BOATSWAIN. It's time for him to turn out; tell him I want to speak to
+him.
+
+SERVANT. I dare not do it, Boatswain; it's more than my life is worth.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn your squeamish stomach, go directly, or I'll go myself.
+
+SERVANT. For God's sake! Boatswain--
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn your eyes, you pimping son of a bitch, go this instant,
+or I'll stick my knife in your gammons.
+
+SERVANT. O Lord! Boatswain. [_SERVANT goes._]
+
+BOATSWAIN [_solus_]. What the devil--keep a pimp guard here, better
+station the son of a bitch at the mast head, to keep a look out there,
+lest Admiral Hopkins be upon us.
+
+_Enter KIDNAPPER._
+
+KIDNAPPER. What's your will, Boatswain?
+
+BOATSWAIN. I beg your Lordship's pardon [_Aside. But you can soon fetch
+up Leeway, and spread the water sail again._], please your honour,
+here's a boat full of fine recruits along side for you.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Recruits, Boatswain? you mean soldiers from Augustine, I
+imagine; what reg'mentals have they on?
+
+BOATSWAIN. Mourning, please your honour, and as black as our tarpawling.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha, well well, take 'em on board, Boatswain, I'll be on
+deck presently.
+
+BOATSWAIN. With submission to your honour, d' ye see, [_Scratching his
+head._] I think we have gallows-looking dogs enough on board
+already--the scrapings of Newgate, and the refuse of Tyburn, and when
+the wind blows aft, damn 'em, they stink like polecats--but d' ye see,
+as your honour pleases, with submission, if it's Lord Paramount's
+orders, why it must be so, I suppose--but I've done my duty, d' ye see--
+
+KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha, the work must be done, Boatswain, no matter by whom.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Why, aye, that's true, please your honour, any port in a
+storm--if a man is to be hang'd, or have his throat cut, d' ye see--who
+are so fit to do it as his own slaves? especially as they're to have
+their freedoms for it; nobody can blame 'em, nor your honour neither,
+for you get them for half price, or nothing at all, d' ye see me, and
+that will help to lessen poor Owld England's taxes, and when you have
+done with 'em here, and they get their brains knock'd out, d' ye see,
+your honour can sell them in the West-Indies, and that will be something
+in your honour's pocket, d' ye see--well, ev'ry man to his trade--but,
+damn my impudence for all, I see your honour knows all about it--d' ye
+see.
+
+                                                    [_Exit BOATSWAIN._
+
+
+SCENE III. _LORD KIDNAPPER returns to his state-room; the BOATSWAIN
+comes on deck and pipes._
+
+All hands ahoy--hand a rope, some of you Tories, forward there, for his
+worship's reg'ment of black guards to come aboard.
+
+_Enter NEGROES._
+
+BOATSWAIN. Your humble servant, Gentlemen, I suppose you want to see
+Lord Kidnapper?--Clear the gangway there of them Tyburn tulips. Please
+to walk aft, brother soldiers, that's the fittest birth for you, the
+Kidnapper's in the state-room, he'll hoist his sheet-anchor presently,
+he'll be up in a jiffin--as soon as he has made fast the end of his
+small rope athwart Jenny Bluegarter and Kate Common's stern posts.
+
+FIRST SAILOR. Damn my eyes, but I suppose, messmate, we must bundle out
+of our hammocks this cold weather, to make room for these black regulars
+to stow in, tumble upon deck, and choose a soft berth among the snow?
+
+SECOND SAILOR. Blast 'em, if they come within a cable's length of my
+hammock, I'll kick 'em to hell through one of the gun ports.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Come, come, brothers, don't be angry, I suppose we shall soon
+be in a warmer latitude--the Kidnapper seems as fond of these black
+regulars (as you call 'em, Jack) as he is of the brace of whores below;
+but as they come in so damn'd slow, I'll put him in the humour of
+sending part of the fleet this winter to the coast of Guinea, and beat
+up for volunteers, there he'll get recruits enough for a hogshead or two
+of New-England rum, and a few owld pipe-shanks, and save poor
+Owld-England the trouble and expense of clothing them in the bargain.
+
+FIRST SAILOR. Aye, BOATSWAIN, any voyage, so it's a warm one--if it's to
+hell itself--for I'm sure the devil must be better off than we, if we
+are to stay here this winter.
+
+SECOND SAILOR. Any voyage, so it's to the southward, rather than stay
+here at lazy anchor--no fire, nothing to eat or drink, but suck our
+frosty fists like bears, unless we turn sheep-stealers again, and get
+our brains knock'd out. Eigh, master cook, you're a gentleman
+now--nothing to do--grown so proud, you won't speak to poor folks, I
+suppose?
+
+COOK. The devil may cook for 'em for me--if I had any thing to cook--a
+parcel of frozen half-starv'd dogs. I should never be able to keep 'em
+out of the cook room, or their noses out of the slush-tub.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn your old smoky jaws, you're better off than any man
+aboard, your trouble will be nothing,--for I suppose they'll be
+disbursted in different messes among the Tories, and it's only putting
+on the big pot, cockey. Ha, ha, ha.
+
+COOK. What signifies, Mr. Boatswain, the big pot or the little pot, if
+there's nothing to cook? no fire, coal or wood to cook with? Blast my
+eyes, Mr. Boatswain, if I disgrease myself so much, I have had the
+honour, damn me (tho' I say it that shou'dn't say it) to be chief cook
+of a seventy-four gun ship, on board of which was Lord Abel-Marl and
+Admiral Poke-Cock.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Damn the liars--old singe-the-devil--you chief cook of a
+seventy-four gun ship, eigh? you the devil, you're as proud as hell, for
+all you look as old as Matheg'lum, hand a pair of silk stockings for our
+cook here, d' ye see--lash a handspike athwart his arse, get a ladle
+full of slush and a handful of brimstone for his hair, and step one of
+you Tories there for the devil's barber to come and shave and dress him.
+Ha, ha, ha.
+
+COOK. No, Mr. Boatswain, it's not pride--but look 'e (as I said before),
+I'll not disgrease my station, I'll throw up my commission, before I'll
+stand cook for a parcel of scape gallows, convict Tory dogs and run-away
+Negroes.
+
+BOATSWAIN. What's that you say? Take care, old frosty face--What? do you
+accuse his worship of turning kidnapper, and harbouring run-away
+Negroes?--Softly, or you'll be taken up for a Whig, and get a handsome
+coat of slush and hog's feathers for a christmas-box, cockey: Throw up
+your commission, eigh? throw up the pot-halliards, you mean, old
+piss-to-windward? Ha, ha, ha.
+
+COOK. I tell you, Mr. Boatswain--I--
+
+BOATSWAIN. Come, come, give us a chaw of tobacco, Cook--blast your eyes,
+don't take any pride in what I say--I'm only joking, d' ye see----
+
+COOK. Well, but Mr. Boatswain----
+
+BOATSWAIN. Come, avast, belay the lanyards of your jaws, and let's have
+no more of it, d' ye see. [_BOATSWAIN pipes._] Make fast that boat along
+side there.
+
+                                   [_Exeunt ev'ry man to his station._
+
+
+SCENE IV. _LORD KIDNAPPER comes up on the quarter-deck._
+
+KIDNAPPER. Well, my brave blacks, are you come to list?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa Lord, you preazee.
+
+KIDNAPPER. How many are there of you?
+
+CUDJO. Twenty-two, massa.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Very well, did you all run away from your masters?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa Lord, eb'ry one, me too.
+
+KIDNAPPER. That's clever; they have no right to make you slaves, I wish
+all the Negroes wou'd do the same, I'll make 'em free--what part did you
+come from?
+
+CUDJO. Disse brack man, disse one, disse one, disse one, disse one, come
+from Hamton, disse one, disse one, disse one, come from Nawfok, me come
+from Nawfok too.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Very well, what was your master's name?
+
+CUDJO. Me massa name Cunney Tomsee.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Colonel Thompson--eigh?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa, Cunney Tomsee.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Well then I'll make you a major--and what's your name?
+
+CUDJO. Me massa cawra me Cudjo.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Cudjo?--very good--was you ever christened, Cudjo?
+
+CUDJO. No massa, me no crissen.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Well, then I'll christen you--you shall be called Major Cudjo
+Thompson, and if you behave well, I'll soon make you a greater man than
+your master, and if I find the rest of you behave well, I'll make you
+all officers, and after you have serv'd Lord Paramount a while, you
+shall have money in your pockets, good clothes on your backs, and be as
+free as them white men there. [_Pointing forward to a parcel of
+Tories._]
+
+CUDJO. Tankee, massa, gaw bresse, massa Kidnap.
+
+SAILOR. [_Aside._] What a damn'd big mouth that Cudjo has--as large as
+our main hatch-way----
+
+COOK. [_Aside._] Aye, he's come to a wrong place to make a good use of
+it--it might stand some little chance at a Lord Mayor's feast.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Now go forward, give 'em something to eat and drink there.
+[_Aside._] Poor devils, they look half starved and naked like ourselves.
+
+COOK. [_Aside._] I don't know where the devil they'll get it: the sight
+of that fellow's mouth is enough to breed a famine on board, if there
+was not one already.
+
+SAILOR. Aye, he'd tumble plenty down his damn'd guts and swallow it,
+like Jones swallow'd the whale.
+
+KIDNAPPER. To-morrow you shall have guns like them white men--Can you
+shoot some of them rebels ashore, Major Cudjo?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa, me try.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Wou'd you shoot your old master, the Colonel, if you could
+see him?
+
+CUDJO. Eas, massa, you terra me, me shoot him down dead.
+
+KIDNAPPER. That's a brave fellow--damn 'em--down with them all--shoot
+all the damn'd rebels.
+
+SERJEANT. [_Aside._] Brave fellows indeed!
+
+KIDNAPPER. Serjeant!
+
+SERJEANT. I wait your Lordship's commands.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Serjeant, to-morrow begin to teach those black recruits the
+exercise, and when they have learn'd sufficiently well to load and fire,
+then incorporate them among the regulars and the other Whites on board;
+we shall in a few days have some work for 'em, I expect--be as
+expeditious as possible. [_Aside to him._] Set a guard over them every
+night, and take their arms from them, for who knows but they may cut our
+throats.
+
+SERJEANT. Very true, My Lord, I shall take particular care.
+
+                 [_Exit KIDNAPPER; SERJEANT and NEGROES walk forward._
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+SERJEANT. Damn 'em, I'd rather see half their weight in beef.
+
+BOATSWAIN. Aye, curse their stomachs, or mutton either; then our Cook
+wou'dn't be so damn'd lazy as he is, strutting about the deck like a
+nobleman, receiving Paramount's pay for nothing.
+
+SERJEANT. Walk faster, damn your black heads. I suppose, Boatswain, when
+this hell-cat reg'ment's complete, they'll be reviewed in Hyde park?----
+
+BOATSWAIN. Aye, blast my eyes, and our Chaplain with his dirty black
+gown, or our Cook, shall be their general, and review 'em, for he talks
+of throwing up his pot-halliards commission, in hopes of it.
+
+SERJEANT. Ha, ha, ha.----
+
+COOK. I'd see the devil have 'em first.----
+
+                                               [_Exeunt SERJEANT, &c._
+
+
+SCENE VI. _In the cabin._
+
+_LORD KIDNAPPER, CAPTAIN SQUIRES, and CHAPLAIN._
+
+KIDNAPPER. These blacks are no small acquisition, them and the Tories we
+have on board will strengthen us vastly; the thoughts of emancipation
+will make 'em brave, and the encouragement given them by my
+proclamation, will greatly intimidate the rebels--internal enemies are
+worse than open foes.----
+
+CHAPLAIN. Very true, My Lord; David prayed that he might be preserved
+from secret enemies.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Aye, so I've heard, but I look upon this to be a grand
+manoeuvre in politics; this is making dog eat dog--thief catch
+thief--the servant against his master--rebel against rebel--what think
+you of that, parson?
+
+CHAPLAIN. A house divided thus against itself cannot stand, according to
+scripture--My Lord, your observation is truly scriptural.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Scripture? poh, poh--I've nothing to do with scripture--I
+mean politically, parson.
+
+CHAPLAIN. I know it very well; sure, My Lord, I understand you
+perfectly.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Faith that's all I care for; if we can stand our ground this
+winter, and burn all their towns that are accessible to our ships, and
+Colonel Connolly succeeds in his plan, there's not the least doubt but
+we shall have supplies from England very early in the spring, which I
+have wrote for; then, in conjunction with Connolly, we shall be able to
+make a descent where we please, and drive the rebels like hogs into a
+pen.
+
+CHAPLAIN. And then gather them (as the scriptures say) as a hen
+gathereth her chickens.
+
+KIDNAPPER. True, Mr. Scripture.
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. Very good, but you must take care of the hawks.
+
+KIDNAPPER. What do you mean by the hawks, Captain?
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. I mean the shirt-men, the rifle-men, My Lord.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Aye, damn 'em, hawks indeed; they are cursed dogs; a man is
+never safe where they are, but I'll take care to be out of their reach,
+let others take their chance, for I see they have no respect to
+persons--I suppose they wou'd shoot at me, if I were within their reach.
+
+CHAPLAIN. Undoubtedly, they would be more fond of you than of a wild
+turkey; a parcel of ignorant, unmannerly rascals, they pay no more
+respect to a Lord than they wou'd to a devil.
+
+KIDNAPPER. The scoundrels are grown so damn'd impudent too, that one can
+scarcely get a roasting pig now-a-days, but I'll be even with some of
+'em by and by.
+
+CHAPLAIN. I hope we shall get something good for our Christmas
+dinner--so much abstinence and involuntary mortification, cannot be good
+for the soul--a war in the body corporal is of more dangerous
+consequence than a civil war to the state, or heresy and schism to the
+church.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Very true, parson--very true--now I like your doctrine--a
+full belly is better than an empty sermon; preach that doctrine;--stick
+to that text, and you'll not fail of making converts.
+
+CHAPLAIN. The wisest of men said, there is nothing better, than that a
+man should enjoy that which he hath, namely, eat, drink, and be merry,
+if he can.
+
+KIDNAPPER. You're very right--Solomon was no fool, they say--[_He
+sings._]
+
+    _Give me a charming lass, Twangdillo cries,
+    I know no pleasure, but love's sweet joys._
+
+CHAPLAIN. [_Sings._]
+
+    _Give me the bottle, says the red face sot,
+    For a whore I'd not give six-pence, not a groat._
+
+Yet two is better than one, my Lord, for the scriptures further say, if
+one be alone, how can there be heat? You seem to be converted to that
+belief, for you have a brace of them, as the Boatswain says.
+
+KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha. It's a pity but you were a bishop, you have the
+scriptures so pat--now I'll go and take a short nap, meanwhile; Captain,
+if any thing new happens, pray order my servant to wake me.
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. I will, my Lord.
+
+                                                    [_Exit KIDNAPPER._
+
+CHAPLAIN. And you and I'll crack a bottle, Captain; (bring a bottle,
+boy!) 'tis bad enough to perish by famine, but ten thousand times worse
+to be chok'd for want of moisture. His Lordship and two more make three;
+and you and I and the bottle make three more, and a three-fold cord is
+not easily broken; so we're even with him.
+
+CAPTAIN SQUIRES. With all my heart.--Boy, bear a hand!
+
+TOM. Coming, sir.
+
+CHAPLAIN. Tom, Tom!--make haste, you scoundrel!--fetch two bottles. I
+think we can manage it.
+
+_Enter TOM with the bottles._
+
+CHAPLAIN. That's right, Tom.--Now bring the glasses, and shut the door
+after you.
+
+                                                          [_Exit TOM._
+
+
+SCENE VII. _In Boston. A council of war after the battle of
+Bunker's-Hill._
+
+LORD BOSTON, ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE, ELBOW ROOM, MR. CAPER, GENERAL CLINTON,
+EARL PERCY.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I fully expected, with the help of the last reinforcement
+you brought me over, and the advice and assistance of three accomplish'd
+and experienc'd Generals, I should have been able to have subdued the
+rebels, and gain'd immortal laurels to myself--have return'd to Old
+England like a Roman Consul, with a score or two of the rebel Generals,
+Colonels and Majors, to have grac'd my triumph.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. You have been vastly disappointed, sir--you must not look
+for laurels (unless wild ones) nor expect triumphs (unless sham ones)
+from your own victories or conquests in America.
+
+LORD BOSTON. And yet, not more disappointed than you, sir--witness your
+thrasonical speeches on your first landing, provided you had but elbow
+room--and Mr. Caper too, to bring over Monsieur Rigadoon, the
+dancing-master, and Signor Rosin, the fiddler forsooth; he thought, no
+doubt, to have country danc'd the rebels out of their liberty with some
+of his new cuts--with his soft music to have fascinated their wives and
+daughters, and with some of 'em, no doubt, to have taken the tour of
+America, with his reg'ment of fine, sleek, prancing horses, that have
+been feeding this six months on codfish tails; he thought to have grown
+fat with feasting, dancing, and drinking tea with the Ladies, instead of
+being the skeleton he now appears to be--not to mention any thing of his
+letter, wherein he laments Tom's absence; for[9] "had Tom been with him
+(he says) he wou'd have been out of danger, and quite secure from the
+enemy's shot."
+
+PERCY. I think, Gentlemen, we're even with you now; you have had your
+mirth and frolic with us, for dancing "Yankee Doodle," as you called it,
+from Lexington.--I find you have had a severer dance, a brave sweat at
+Bunker's Hill, and have been obliged to pay the fiddler in the bargain.
+
+CLINTON. However, Gentlemen, I approve (at proper seasons) of a little
+joking, yet I can by no means think (as we have had such bad success
+with our crackers) that this is a proper time to throw your squibs.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I grant you, sir, this is a very improper time for joking;
+for my part, I was only speaking as to my own thoughts, when Mr. Elbow
+Room made remarks, which he might as well have spared.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. I took you, sir, as meaning a reflection upon us for our
+late great loss, and particularly to myself, for expressing some
+surprise on our first landing, that you should suffer a parcel of
+ignorant peasants to drive you before 'em like sheep from Lexington; and
+I must own I was a little chagrin'd at your seeming so unconcern'd at
+such an affair as this (which had nearly prov'd our ruin), by your
+innuendoes and ironical talk of accomplish'd Generals, Roman Consuls and
+triumphs.
+
+LORD BOSTON. My mentioning accomplish'd Generals, surely, sir, was
+rather a compliment to you.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. When irony pass current for compliments, and we take it so,
+I shall have no objection to it.
+
+MR. CAPER. The affair of Lexington, My Lord Boston, at which you were so
+much affrighted (if I am rightly inform'd), was because you then stood
+on your own bottom, this of Bunker's Hill you seem secretly to rejoice
+at, only because you have three accomplish'd and experienc'd Generals to
+share the disgrace with you, besides the brave Admiral Tombstone--you
+talk of dancing and fiddling, and yet you do neither, as I see.
+
+LORD BOSTON. And pray, sir, what did you do with the commission, the
+post, the Duke of Grafton gave you, in lieu of your losses at Preston
+election, and the expenses of your trial at the king's bench for a riot,
+which had emptied your pockets?--Why you sold it--you sold it, sir--to
+raise cash to gamble with.----
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Damn it, don't let us kick up a dust among ourselves,
+to be laugh'd at fore and aft--this is a hell of a council of
+war--though I believe it will turn out one before we've done--a scolding
+and quarrelling like a parcel of damn'd butter whores--I never heard two
+whores yet scold and quarrel, but they got to fighting at last.
+
+CLINTON. Pray, Gentlemen, drop this discourse, consider the honour of
+England is at stake, and our own safety depends upon this day's
+consultation.
+
+LORD BOSTON. 'Tis not for argument's sake--but the dignity of my station
+requires others should give up first.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. Sir, I have done, lest you should also accuse me of
+obstructing the proceedings of the council of war.
+
+MR. CAPER. For the same reason I drop it now.
+
+LORD BOSTON. Well, Gentlemen, what are we met here for?
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Who the devil shou'd know, if you don't?--damn it,
+didn't you send for us?
+
+LORD BOSTON. Our late great loss of men has tore up the foundation of
+our plan, and render'd all further attempts impracticable--'t will be a
+long time ere we can expect any more reinforcements--and if they should
+arrive, I'm doubtful of their success.
+
+CLINTON. The provincials are vastly strong, and seem no novices in the
+art of war; 'tis true we gain'd the hill at last, but of what advantage
+is it to us?--none--the loss of 1400 as brave men as Britain can boast
+of, is a melancholy consideration, and must make our most sanguinary
+friends in England abate of their vigour.
+
+ELBOW ROOM. I never saw or read of any battle equal to it--never was
+more martial courage display'd, and the provincials, to do the dogs
+justice, fought like heroes, fought indeed more like devils than men;
+such carnage and destruction not exceeded by Blenheim, Minden, Fontenoy,
+Ramillies, Dettingen, the battle of the Boyne, and the late affair of
+the Spaniards and Algerines--a mere cock-fight to it--no laurels there.
+
+MR. CAPER. No, nor triumphs neither--I regret in particular the number
+of brave officers that fell that day, many of whom were of the first
+families in England.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Aye, a damn'd affair indeed--many powder'd
+beaus--petit maitres--fops--fribbles--skip jacks--macaronies--jack
+puddings--noblemen's bastards and whores' sons fell that day--and my
+poor marines stood no more chance with 'em than a cat in hell without
+claws.
+
+LORD BOSTON. It can't be help'd, Admiral; what is to be done next?
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Done?--why, what the devil have you done? nothing
+yet, but eat Paramount's beef, and steal a few Yankee sheep--and that,
+it seems, is now become a damn'd lousy, beggarly trade too, for you
+hav'n't left yourselves a mouthful to eat.
+
+[_Aside._]
+
+    "_Bold at the council board,
+    But cautious in the field, he shunn'd the sword._"
+
+LORD BOSTON. But what can we do, Admiral?
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Do?--why, suck your paws--that's all you're like to
+get. [_Aside._] But avast, I must bowse taught there, or we shall get to
+loggerheads soon, we're such damn'd fighting fellows.
+
+LORD BOSTON. We must act on the defensive this winter, till
+reinforcements arrive.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Defensive? aye, aye--if we can defend our bellies
+from hunger, and prevent a mutiny and civil war among the small guts
+there this winter, we shall make a glorious campaign of it, indeed--it
+will read well in the American Chronicles.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I expect to be recalled this winter, when I shall lay the
+case before Lord Paramount, and let him know your deplorable situation.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Aye, do--and lay it behind him too; you've got the
+weather-gage of us this tack, messmate; but I wish you a good voyage for
+all--and don't forget to tell him, the poor worms are starving too,
+having nothing to eat, but half starv'd dead soldiers and the ships'
+bottoms. [_Aside._] A cunning old fox, he's gnaw'd his way handsomely
+out of the Boston cage--but he'll never be a _wolf_, for all that.
+
+MR. CAPER. I shall desire to be recalled too--I've not been us'd to such
+fare--and not the least diversion or entertainment of any sort going
+forward here--I neither can nor will put up with it.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. I think we're all a parcel of damn'd boobies for
+coming three thousand miles upon a wild-goose chase--to perish with
+cold--starve with hunger--get our brains knock'd out, or be hang'd for
+sheep-stealing and robbing hen-roosts.
+
+LORD BOSTON. I think, Admiral, you're always grumbling--never satisfied.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. Satisfied? I see no appearance of it--we have been
+here these twelve hours, scolding upon empty stomachs--you may call it a
+council of war (and so it is indeed, a war with the guts) or what you
+will--but I call it a council of famine.
+
+LORD BOSTON. As it's so late, Gentlemen, we'll adjourn the council of
+war till to-morrow at nine o'clock--I hope you'll all attend, and come
+to a conclusion.
+
+ADMIRAL TOMBSTONE. And I hope you'll then conclude to favour us with one
+of them fine turkeys you're keeping for your sea store [_Aside._] or
+that fine, fat, black pig you or some of your guard stole out of the
+poor Negroe's pen. As it's near Christmas, and you're going to make your
+exit--you know the old custom among the sailors--pave your way
+first--let us have one good dinner before we part, and leave us half a
+dozen pipes of Mr. Hancock's wine to drink your health, and a good
+voyage, and don't let us part with dry lips.
+
+    _Such foolish councils, with no wisdom fraught,
+    Must end in wordy words, and come to nought;
+    Just like St. James's, where they bluster, scold,
+    They nothing know--yet they despise being told._
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[9] See Burgoyne's letter.
+
+
+
+
+ACT V.
+
+
+SCENE I. _At Montreal._
+
+_GENERAL PRESCOT and OFFICER._
+
+GENERAL PRESCOT.
+
+So it seems indeed, one misfortune seldom comes alone.--The rebels,
+after the taking of Ticonderoga and Chamblee, as I just now learn by a
+Savage, marched immediately to besiege St. John's, and are now before
+that place, closely investing it, and no doubt intend paying us a visit
+soon.
+
+OFFICER. Say you so? then 'tis time to look about us.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. They'll find us prepar'd, I'll warrant 'em, to give 'em
+such a reception as they little dream of--a parcel of Yankee dogs.
+
+OFFICER. Their success, no doubt, has elated them, and given 'em hopes
+of conquering all Canada soon, if that's their intent.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. No doubt it is--but I'll check their career a little.----
+
+_Enter SCOUTING OFFICER, with COLONEL ALLEN, and other prisoners._
+
+SCOUTING OFFICER. Sir, I make bold to present you with a few
+prisoners--they are a scouting detachment from the army besieging St.
+John's.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Prisoners? Rebels, I suppose, and scarcely worth hanging.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Sir, you suppose wrong--you mean scarcely worth your while
+to attempt.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Pray, who are you, sir?
+
+COL. ALLEN. A man, sir, and who had the honour, till now, to command
+those brave men, whom you call rebels.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. What is your name? If I may be so bold?
+
+COL. ALLEN. Allen.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Allen?
+
+COL. ALLEN. Yes, Allen.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Are you that Allen, that Colonel Allen (as they call him)
+that dar'd to take Ticonderoga?
+
+COL. ALLEN. The same--the very man.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Then rebels you are, and as such I shall treat you, for
+daring to oppose Lord Paramount's troops, and the laws of the land.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Prisoners we are, 'tis true--but we despise the name of a
+rebel--With more propriety that name is applicable to your master--'tis
+he who attempts to destroy the laws of the land, not us--we mean to
+support them, and defend our property against Paramount's and
+parliamentary tyranny.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. To answer you were a poorness of spirit I despise; when
+rebels dare accuse, power that replies, forgets to punish; I am not to
+argue that point with you: And let me tell you, sir, whoever you are, it
+now ill becomes you thus to talk--You're my prisoner--your life is in my
+hands, and you shall suffer immediately--Guards! take them away.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Cruel insult!--pardon these brave men!--what they have done
+has been by my orders--I am the only guilty person (if guilt there be),
+let me alone suffer for them all. [_Opening his breast._] Here! take
+your revenge--Why do you hesitate?--Will you not strike a breast that
+ne'er will flinch from your pointed bayonet?
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Provoke me not--Remember you're my prisoners.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Our souls are free!--Strike, cowards, strike!--I scorn to
+beg my life.
+
+GEN. PRESCOT. Guards! away with them--I'll reserve you for a more
+ignominious death--your fate is fix'd--away with them.
+
+COL. ALLEN. [_Going off._] Be glutted, ye thirsters after human
+blood--Come, see me suffer--mark my eye, and scorn me, if my expiring
+soul confesses fear--Come, see and be taught virtue, and to die as a
+patriot for the wrongs of my country.
+
+                                       [_Exeunt PRISONERS and GUARDS._
+
+
+SCENE II. _A Dungeon._
+
+COL. ALLEN. What! ye infernal monsters! murder us in the dark?--What
+place is this?--Who reigns king of these gloomy mansions?--You might
+favour us at least with one spark of light--Ye cannot see to do your
+business here.
+
+OFFICER. 'Tis our orders.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Ye dear, ye brave, wretched friends!--now would I die for ye
+all--ye share a death I wou'd gladly excuse you from--'Tis not death I
+fear--this is only bodily death--but to die noteless in the silent dark,
+is to die scorn'd, and shame our suff'ring country--we fall undignify'd
+by villains' hands--a sacrifice to Britain's outcast blood-hounds--This,
+this shakes the soul!--Come then, ye murderers, since it must be so--do
+your business speedily--Farewell, my friends! to die with you is now my
+noblest claim since to die for you was a choice deny'd--What are ye
+about?--Stand off, ye wretches!
+
+OFFICER. I am order'd to lay you in irons. [_They seize him._] You must
+submit.
+
+COL. ALLEN. What, do you mean to torture us to death with chains, racks
+and gibbets? rather despatch us immediately--Ye executioners, ye
+inquisitors, does this cruelty proceed from the lenity I shewed to the
+prisoners I took?--Did it offend you that I treated them with
+friendship, generosity, honour and humanity?--If it did, our suff'rings
+will redound more to our honour, and our fall be the more glorious--But
+remember, this fall will prove your own one day--Wretches! I fear you
+not, do your worst; and while I here lay suff'ring and chain'd on my
+back to the damp floor, I'll yet pray for your conversion.
+
+OFFICER. Excuse us, we have only obey'd our order.
+
+COL. ALLEN. Then I forgive you; but pray execute them.
+
+    _Oh! my lost friends! 'tis liberty, not breath,
+    Gives the brave life. Shun slav'ry more than death.
+    He who spurns fear, and dares disdain to be,
+    Mocks chains and wrongs--and is forever free;
+    While the base coward, never safe, tho' low,
+    Creeps but to suff'rings, and lives on for woe!_
+
+                                                     [_Exeunt GUARDS._
+
+
+SCENE III. _In the Camp at Cambridge._
+
+_GENERAL WASHINGTON, GENERAL LEE, and GENERAL PUTNAM._
+
+GENERAL WASHINGTON.
+
+Our accounts from the Northward, so far, are very favourable;
+Ticonderoga, Chamblee, St. John's and Montreal our troops are already in
+possession of--and Colonel Arnold, having penetrated Canada, after
+suff'ring much thro' cold, fatigue and want of provisions, is now before
+Quebec, and General Montgomery, I understand, is in full march to join
+him; see these letters.
+
+                                                         [_They read._
+
+GEN. LEE. The brave, the intrepid Arnold, with his handful of fearless
+troops, have dar'd beyond the strength of mortals--Their courage smil'd
+at doubts, and resolutely march'd on, clamb'ring (to all but themselves)
+insurmountable precipices, whose tops, covered with ice and snow, lay
+hid in the clouds, and dragging baggage, provisions, ammunition and
+artillery along with them, by main strength, in the dead of winter, over
+such stupendous and amazing heights, seems almost unparallelled in
+history!--'Tis true, Hannibal's march over the Alps comes the nearest to
+it--it was a surprising undertaking, but when compar'd to this, appears
+but as a party of pleasure, an agreeable walk, a sabbath day's journey.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Posterity will stand amazed, and be astonish'd at the
+heroes of this new world, that the spirit of patriotism should blaze to
+such a height, and eclipse all others, should outbrave fatigue, danger,
+pain, peril, famine and even death itself, to serve their country; that
+they should march, at this inclement season, thro' long and dreary
+deserts, thro' the remotest wilds, covered with swamps and standing
+lakes, beset with trees, bushes and briars, impervious to the cheering
+rays of the sun, where are no traces or vestiges of human footsteps,
+wild, untrodden paths, that strike terror into the fiercest of the brute
+creation.
+
+    _No bird of song to cheer the gloomy desert!
+    No animals of gentle love's enliven!_
+
+GEN. LEE. Let Britons do the like--no--they dare not attempt it--let 'em
+call forth the Hanoverian, the Hessian, the hardy Ruffian, or, if they
+will, the wild Cossacks and Kalmucks of Tartary, and they would tremble
+at the thought! And who but Americans dare undertake it? The wond'ring
+moon and stars stood aloof, and turn'd pale at the sight!
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I rejoice to hear the Canadians received them kindly,
+after their fatigue furnish'd them with the necessaries of life, and
+otherways treated them very humanely--And the savages, whose hair stood
+on end, and look'd and listen'd with horror and astonishment at the
+relation of the fatigues and perils they underwent, commiserated them,
+and afforded all the succour in their power.
+
+GEN. LEE. The friendship of the Canadians and Savages, or even their
+neutrality alone, are favourable circumstances that cannot fail to
+hearten our men; and the junction of General Montgomery will inspire 'em
+with fresh ardour.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Heavens prosper 'em!
+
+_Enter OFFICER and EXPRESS._
+
+OFFICER. Sir, here's an Express.
+
+EXPRESS. I have letters to your Excellency.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. From whence?
+
+EXPRESS. From Canada, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. From the army?
+
+EXPRESS. From the headquarters, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I hope matters go well there.--Had General Montgomery
+join'd Colonel Arnold when you left it?
+
+EXPRESS. He had, sir--these letters are from both those gentlemen.
+
+                                             [_Gives him the letters._
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Very well. You may now withdraw and refresh yourself,
+unless you've further to say--I'll dispatch you shortly.
+
+EXPRESS. Nothing further, sir.
+
+                                        [_Exeunt OFFICER and EXPRESS._
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. [_Opens and reads the letter to GENERALS LEE and
+PUTNAM._] I am well pleased with their contents--all but the behaviour
+of the haughty Carleton--to fire upon a flag of truce, hitherto
+unprecedented, even amongst Savages or Algerines--his cruelty to the
+prisoners is cowardly, and personal ill treatment of General Montgomery
+is unbecoming a General--a soldier--and beneath a Gentleman--and leaves
+an indelible mark of brutality--I hope General Montgomery, however, will
+not follow his example.
+
+GEN. LEE. I hope so too, sir--if it can be avoided; it's a disgrace to
+the soldier, and a scandal to the Gentleman--so long as I've been a
+soldier, my experience has not furnish'd me with a like instance.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I see no reason why he shou'dn't be paid in his own
+coin.--If a man bruises my heel, I'll break his head--I cannot see the
+reason or propriety of bearing with their insults--does he not know it's
+in our power to retaliate fourfold?
+
+GEN. LEE. Let's be good natur'd, General--let us see a little more of it
+first----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I think we have seen enough of it already for this
+twelve-months past. Methinks the behaviour of Lord Boston, the ill
+treatment of poor Allen, to be thrown into a loathsome dungeon like a
+murderer, be loaded with irons, and transported like a convict, would
+sufficiently rouse us to a just retaliation--that imperious red coat,
+Carleton, should be taught good manners--I hope to see him ere long in
+our College at Cambridge----
+
+GEN. LEE. I doubt; he'll be too cunning, and play truant--he has no
+notion of learning American manners; ev'ry dog must have his day (as the
+saying is); it may be our time by and by--the event of war is
+uncertain----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Very true, sir; but don't let us be laugh'd at forever.
+
+_Enter an OFFICER in haste._
+
+OFFICER. Sir, a messenger this moment from Quebec waits to be admitted.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Let him enter.
+
+                                                      [_Exit OFFICER._
+
+_Enter MESSENGER._
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. What news bring you?
+
+MESSENGER. I am sorry, sir, to be the bearer of an unpleasing tale----
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Bad news have you?--have you letters?
+
+MESSENGER. None, sir--I came off at a moment's warning--my message is
+verbal.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Then relate what you know.
+
+MESSENGER. After the arrival and junction of General Montgomery's troops
+with Colonel Arnold's, Carleton was summoned to surrender; he disdaining
+any answer, fir'd on the flag of truce----
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. That we have heard--go on.
+
+MESSENGER. The General finding no breach could be effected in any
+reasonable time, their walls being vastly strong, and his cannon rather
+light, determined to attempt it by storm--The enemy were apprized of
+it--however, he passed the first barrier, and was attempting the second,
+where he was unfortunately killed, with several other brave officers----
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Is General Montgomery killed?
+
+MESSENGER. He is certainly, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I am sorry for it--a brave man--I could wish him a
+better fate!----
+
+GEN. LEE. I lament the loss of him--a resolute soldier----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Pity such bravery should prove unsuccessful, such merit
+unrewarded;--but the irreversible decree of Providence!--who can
+gainsay?--we may lament the loss of a friend, but 'tis irreligious to
+murmur at pre-ordination. What happ'ned afterwards?
+
+MESSENGER. The officer next in command, finding their attacks at that
+time unsuccessful, retired in good order.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. What became of Colonel Arnold?
+
+MESSENGER. Colonel Arnold, at the head of about three hundred and fifty
+brave troops, and Captain Lamb's company of artillery, having in the
+mean time passed through St. Rocques, attacked a battery, and carried
+it, tho' well defended, with the loss of some men--
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I hope they proved more successful.
+
+GEN. LEE. Aye, let us hear.
+
+MESSENGER. The Colonel about this time received a wound in his leg, and
+was obliged to crawl as well as he cou'd to the hospital, thro' the fire
+of the enemy, and within fifty yards of the walls, but, thro'
+Providence, escap'd any further damage.----
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Aye, providential indeed!
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Is he dangerously wounded?
+
+MESSENGER. I am told not, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I am glad of it.--What follow'd?
+
+MESSENGER. His brave troops pushed on to the second barrier, and took
+possession of it.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Very good--proceed.
+
+MESSENGER. A party of the enemy then sallying out from the palace-gate,
+attacked them in the rear, whom they fought with incredible bravery for
+three hours, and deeds of eternal fame were done; but being surrounded
+on all sides, and overpowered by numbers, were at last obliged to submit
+themselves as prisoners of war.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Heav'ns! could any thing prove more unlucky? such brave
+fellows deserve better treatment than they'll get (I'm afraid) from the
+inhuman Carleton.
+
+GEN. LEE. Such is the fortune of war, and the vicissitudes attending a
+military life; to-day conquerors, to-morrow prisoners.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. He dares not treat them ill--only as prisoners. Did you
+learn how those brave fellows were treated?
+
+MESSENGER. It was currently reported in the camp they were treated very
+humanely.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. A change for the better.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Produc'd by fear, no doubt from General Montgomery's
+letter--but no matter from what cause.
+
+GEN. LEE. How far did the remainder of the army retire?
+
+MESSENGER. About two miles from the city, where they are posted very
+advantageously, continuing the blockade, and waiting for reinforcements.
+
+GEN. LEE. Did the enemy shew any peculiar marks of distinction to the
+corpse of General Montgomery?
+
+MESSENGER. He was interred in Quebec, with ev'ry possible mark of
+distinction.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. What day did the affair happen on?
+
+MESSENGER. On the last day of the year.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. A remarkable day! When was the General interred?
+
+MESSENGER. The second of January.
+
+GEN. LEE. What number of men in the whole attack was killed? did you
+learn?
+
+MESSENGER. About sixty killed and wounded.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Have you any thing further to communicate?
+
+MESSENGER. Nothing, sir, but to inform you they are all in good spirits,
+and desire reinforcements, and heavy artillery may be sent them as soon
+as possible.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. That be our business--with all despatch. You may for
+the present withdraw. Serjeant!
+
+_Enter SERJEANT._
+
+SERJEANT. I wait your order, sir.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. See that the Messenger and his horse want for nothing.
+
+SERJEANT. I shall, sir.
+
+                                     [_Exeunt SERJEANT and MESSENGER._
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I'll despatch an Express to the Congress. This repulse,
+if I mistake not (or victory, as Carleton may call it), will stand 'em
+but in little stead--'t will be only a temporary reprieve--we'll
+reinforce our friends, let the consequence be what it may--Quebec must
+fall, and the lofty strong walls and brazen gates (the shield of
+cowards) must tumble by an artificial earthquake; should they continue
+in their obstinacy, we'll arm our friends with missive thunders in their
+hands, and stream death on them swifter than the winds.
+
+GEN. LEE. I lament the loss of the valiant Montgomery and his brave
+officers and soldiers (at this time more especially) 'tis the fortune of
+war, 'tis unavoidable; yet, I doubt not, out of their ashes will arise
+new heroes.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Who can die a more glorious, a more honourable death than
+in their country's cause?--let it redouble our ardour, and kindle a
+noble emulation in our breasts--let each American be determined to
+conquer or die in a righteous cause.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. I have drawn my sword, and never will I sheathe it,
+till America is free, or I'm no more.
+
+GEN. LEE. Peace is despaired of, and who can think of submission? The
+last petition from the Congress, like the former, has been disregarded;
+they prayed but for liberty, peace and safety, and their omnipotent
+authoritative supreme-ships will grant them neither: War, then, war open
+and understood, must be resolved on; this, this will humble their pride,
+will bring their tyrant noses to the ground, teach 'em humility, and
+force them to hearken to reason when 'tis too late. My noble General, I
+join you. [_Drawing his sword._] I'll away with the scabbard, and
+sheathe my sword in the bosom of tyranny.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. Have you not read the speech, where frowning revenge and
+sounds of awful dread for disgrace at Lexington and loss at Bunker's
+Hill echo forth? Not smiling peace, or pity, tame his sullen soul; but,
+Pharaoh-like, on the wings of tyranny he rides and forfeits happiness to
+feast revenge, till the waters of the red sea of blood deluge the
+tyrant, with his mixed host of vile cut-throats, murderers, and bloody
+butchers.
+
+GEN. WASHINGTON. Yet, finding they cannot conquer us, gladly would they
+make it up by a voluntary free-will offering of a million of money in
+bribes, rather than be obliged to relish the thoughts of sacrificing
+their cursed pride and false honour, they sending over to amuse us (to
+put us off our guard) a score or two of commissioners with sham
+negotiations in great state, to endeavour to effect, by bribery,
+deception and chicanery, what they cannot accomplish by force. Perish
+such wretches!--detested be their schemes!--Perish such monsters!--a
+reproach to human understanding--their vaunted boasts and threats will
+vanish like smoke, and be no more than like snow falling on the moist
+ground, melt in silence, and waste away--Blasted, forever blasted be the
+hand of the villainous traitor that receives their gold upon such
+terms--may he become leprous, like Naaman, the Syrian, yea, rather like
+Gehazi, the servant of Elisha, that it may stick to him for ever.
+
+GEN. PUTNAM. I join you both, and swear by all the heroes of
+New-England, that this arm, tho' fourscore and four [_Drawing his
+sword._], still nervous and strong, shall wield this sword to the last
+in the support of liberty and my country, revenge the insult offer'd to
+the immortal Montgomery, and brutal treatment of the brave Allen.
+
+    _O Liberty! thou sunshine of the heart!
+    Thou smile of nature, and thou soul of art!
+    Without thy aid no human hope cou'd grow,
+    And all we cou'd enjoy were turn'd to woe._
+
+                                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+THE EPILOGUE.
+
+SPOKEN BY MR. FREEMAN.
+
+
+    Since tyrants reign, and lust and lux'ry rule;
+    Since kings turn Neroes--statesmen play the fool;
+    Since parli'ment in cursed league combine,
+    To sport with rights that's sacred and divine;
+    Destroying towns with direful conflagration,
+    And murder subjects without provocation!
+    These are but part of evils we could name,
+    Not to their glory, but eternal shame.
+    Petitions--waste paper--great Pharaoh cries,
+    Nor care a rush for your remonstrances.
+    Each Jacobite, and ev'ry pimping Tory,
+    Waits for your wealth, to raise his future glory:
+    Or pensions sure, must ev'ry rascal have,
+    Who strove his might, to make FREEMAN a slave.
+    Since this the case, to whom for succour cry?
+    To God, our swords, and sons of liberty!
+    Cast off the idol god!--kings are but vain!
+    Let justice rule, and independence reign.
+    Are ye not men? Pray who made men, but God?
+    Yet men make kings--to tremble at their nod!
+    What nonsense this--let's wrong with right oppose,
+    Since nought will do, but sound, impartial blows.
+    Let's act in earnest, not with vain pretence, }
+    Adopt the language of sound COMMON SENSE,     }
+    And with one voice proclaim INDEPENDENCE.     }
+    Convince your foes you will defend your right,
+    That blows and knocks is all they will get by 't.
+    Let tyrants see that you are well prepar'd,
+    By proclamations, sword, nor speeches scar'd;
+    That liberty freeborn breathe in each soul!
+    One god-like union animate the whole!
+
+_End of the First Campaign._
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES
+
+General: Inconsistent hyphenation of eye(-)lids preserved as in original
+General: Inconsistent punctuation of Bunker(')s-Hill preserved as in
+original
+General: Variable punctuation after Roman numerals (e.g. iv.) preserved as
+in original
+Page 290: , added after JUDAS
+Page 293: "confident" as in original
+Page 305: "They has often been told" as in original
+Page 314: . added after "time to find him
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