ay 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