lity, and
force them to hearken to reason when 'tis too late. My noble General, I
join you. [_Drawing his sword._] I'll away with the scabbard, and
sheathe my sword in the bosom of tyranny.

GEN. PUTNAM. Have you not read the speech, where frowning revenge and
sounds of awful dread for disgrace at Lexington and loss at Bunker's
Hill echo forth? Not smiling peace, or pity, tame his sullen soul; but,
Pharaoh-like, on the wings of tyranny he rides and forfeits happiness to
feast revenge, till the waters of the red sea of blood deluge the
tyrant, with his mixed host of vile cut-throats, murderers, and bloody
butchers.

GEN. WASHINGTON. Yet, finding they cannot conquer us, gladly would they
make it up by a voluntary free-will offering of a million of money in
bribes, rather than be obliged to relish the thoughts of sacrificing
their cursed pride and false honour, they sending over to amuse us (to
put us off our guard) a score or two of commissioners with sham
negotiations in great state, to endeavour to effect, by bribery,
deception and chicanery, what they cannot accomplish by force. Perish
such wretches!--detested be their schemes!--Perish such monsters!--a
reproach to human understanding--their vaunted boasts and threats will
vanish like smoke, and be no more than like snow falling on the moist
ground, melt in silence, and waste away--Blasted, forever blasted be the
hand of the villainous traitor that receives their gold upon such
terms--may he become leprous, like Naaman, the Syrian, yea, rather like
Gehazi, the servant of Elisha, that it may stick to him for ever.

GEN. PUTNAM. I join you both, and swear by all the heroes of
New-England, that this arm, tho' fourscore and four [_Drawing his
sword._], still nervous and strong, shall wield this sword to the last
in the support of liberty and my country, revenge the insult offer'd to
the immortal Montgomery, and brutal treatment of the brave Allen.

_O Liberty! thou sunshine of the heart!
Thou smile of nature, and thou soul of art!
Without thy aid no human hope cou'd grow,
And all we cou'd enjoy were turn'd to woe._

[_Exeunt._

THE EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY MR. FREEMAN.

Since tyrants reign, and lust and lux'ry rule;
Since kings turn Neroes--statesmen play the fool;
Since parli'ment in cursed league combine,
To sport with rights that's sacred and divine;
Destroyin