RIGBY
(eyes a-gleam).
'Tis stirred enough already! Go on, lad, quickly!
RICHARD.
Josiah Quincy is presiding at the New Old South. 'Twas he who thought of sending word to the governor. And now the governor has refused, and if there's nothing done we're beaten—beaten, Tom Rigby, we who so love freedom!
RIGBY.
Tut! Tut! Lad! The night's not done yet. Are they still at the meeting?
RICHARD.
Aye, and are like to be for the next hour. 'Tis scarcely six—just candle-lighting time.
RIGBY.
You look white, lad. Have you eaten?