That now there's need of two New Englands more.
What's this, you'll say, to us, and our vocation?
Only thus much, that we have left our station,
And made this theatre our new plantation.
The factious natives never could agree;
But aiming, as they called it, to be free,
Those play-house Whigs set up for property.[391]
Some say, they no obedience paid of late;
But would new tears and jealousies create,