spect 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 a