_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._