4th Sol. What's the matter, Will?
6th Sol. Do you want to know what they say below?
All. Ay, ay, what's the news?
6th Sol. All up there, Sirs. A gone horse!—and he that turns his coat first, is the best fellow.
4th Sol. No?
6th Sol. And shall I tell you what else they say?
4th Sol. Ay.
6th Sol. Shall I?
All. Ay, ay. What is it?
6th Sol. That we are a cowardly, sneaking, good-for-nothing pack of poltroons, here in the north. There's for you! There's what you get for your pains, Sirs. And for the rest, General Schuyler is to be disgraced, and old Gates is to be set over us again, and—no matter for the rest. See here, boys. Any body coming? See here.