CHAPTER XXII.
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 evening, 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. Should they, Colonel Smith and Major Pitcairn have my orders to make use of all their rhetoric and the persuasive eloquence of British thunder.
Enters a messenger in haste.
I bring your excellency unwelcome tidings—
Lord Boston. For Heaven's sake! from what quarter?