rk 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
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