Tory. I suppose they're come to protect us.
Whig. Damn such protectors, such cut-throat villains; protect us? from what? from whom?—
Tory. Nay, sir, I know not their business;—let us yet bear with them till we know the success of the petition from the Congress;—if unfavourable, then it will be our time.
Whig. Then, I fear, it will be too late; all that time we lose, and they gain ground; I have no notion of trusting to the success of petitions, waiting twelve months for no answer at all. Our assemblies have petitioned often, and as often in vain; 't would be a miracle in these days to hear of an American petition being granted; their omnipotences, their demi-godships (as they think themselves) no doubt think it too great a favour done us to throw our petitions under their table, much less vouchsafe to read them.
Tory. You go too far;—the power of King, Lords and Commons is uncontroulable.
Whig. With respect to tyrannising they would make it so, if they could, I know, but there's a good deal to be said and done first; we have more than half the bargain to make.
Tory. Sure you would not go to dispute by arms with Great-Britain.
Whig. Sure I would not suffer you to pick my pocket, sir.
Tory. If I did, the law is open for you—
Whig. I have but a poor opinion of law, when the devil sits judge.