RIGBY
(opening his chests, tossing out his treasures, wild with delight).
Here! Here and here!
RICHARD.
Wait. We must have other followers. Followers, said I? Leaders—with sagacity. Run, Winwood! Speak to John Hancock, Paul Revere, and Dr. Warren. You know the coffee-house they sup at. Tell them there are disguises for us all. But let no red-coat hear you. Quick! The time is passing.
[Exit Winwood, on the run.
RIGBY
(half-overcome with his emotion).
Richard!
RICHARD
(helping him and the rest to dress, assisting first one and then another).
Be quick. Let me help you. Here are feathers. Beads. A knife. Hatchets. A Frenchman's sash-belt. A head-dress.
AMESBURY
(hurriedly fastening on his disguise).