Citizen. I much approve of the choice of a congress; America is young, she will be to it like a tender nursing mother, she will give it the paps of virtue to suck, cherish it with the milk of liberty, and fatten it on the cream of patriotism; she will train it up in its youth, and teach it to shun the poison of British voluptuousness, and instruct it to keep better company. Let us, my friend, support her all in our power, and set on foot an immediate association; they will form an intrenchment, too strong for ministerial tyranny to o'erleap.
Selectman. I am determined so to do, it may prevent the farther effusion of blood.
Scene II.
Enter a Minister.
Minister.
My friends, I yet will hail you good morrow, tho' I know not how long we may be indulg'd that liberty to each other; doleful tidings I have to tell.
Selectman. With sorrow we have heard it, good morrow, sir.
Minister. Wou'd to God it may prove false, and that it may vanish like the dew of the morning.
Citizen. Beyond a doubt, sir, it's too true.
Minister. Perhaps, my friends, you have not heard all.