e.--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