broad, 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._
SCENE IV. _In Boston, while the Regulars were flying from Lexington._
_LORD BOSTON surrounded by his guards and a few officers._
LORD BOSTON. If Colonel Smith succeeds in his embassy, and I think
there's no doubt of it, I shall have the pleasure this ev'ning, I
expect, of having my friends Hancock and Adams's good company; I'll make
each of them a present of a pair of handsome iron ruffles, and Major
Provost shall provide a suitable entertainment for them in his
apartment.
OFFICER. Sure they'll not be so unpolite as to refuse your Excellency's
kind invitation.
LORD BOSTON. Shou'd they, Colonel Smith and Major Pitcairn have my
orders to make use of all their rhetoric and the persuasive eloquence of
British thunder.
_Enter a MESSENGER in haste._
MESSENGER. I bring your Excellency unwelcome tidings--
LORD BOSTON. For heaven's sake! from what quarter?
MESSENGER. From Lexington plains.
LORD BOSTON. 'Tis impossible!
MESSENGER. Too true, sir.
LORD BOSTON. Say--what is it? Speak what you know.
MESSENGER. Colonel Smith is defeated, and fast retreating.
LORD BOSTON. Good God!--What does he say? Mercy on me!
MESSENGER. They're flying before the enemy.
LORD BOSTON. Britons turn their backs before the Rebels!--The Rebels put
Britons to flight?--Said you not so?
MESSENGER. They are routed, sir;--they are flying this instant;--the
Provincials are numerous, and hourly gaining strength;--they have nearly
surrounded our troops. A reinforcement, sir--a timely succour may save
the shatter'd remnant Speedily! speedily, sir! or they're irretrievably
lost!
LORD BOSTON. Good God! What does he say? Can it be possible?
MESSENGER. Lose no time, sir.
LORD BOSTON. What can I do?--Oh dear!
OFFICER. Draw off a detachment--form a brigade; prepare part of the
train; send for Lord Percy; let the drums beat to arms.
LORD BOSTON. Aye, do, Captain; you know how, better than I. (_Exit
OFFICER._) Did the Rebels dare to fire on the king's troops? Had they
the courage? Guards, keep round me.
MESSENGER. They're like lions; they have killed many of our bravest
officers and men; and if not checked instantly, will totally surround
them, and make the whole prisoners. This is no time to parley, sir.
LORD BOSTON. No, in
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