Tory. Who is your informant, sir?
Whig. A gentleman, sir; and if you'll give yourself the trouble to walk with me, I'll soon produce him.
Tory. Another time; I cannot stay now;—'tis dinner time.
Whig. That's the time to find him.
Tory. I cannot stay now.
Whig. We'll call at your house then.
Tory. I dine abroad, sir.
Whig. Be gone, you scoundrel! I'll watch your waters; 'tis time to clear the land of such infernal vermin.
[Exeunt both different ways.
Scene IV. In Boston, while the Regulars were flying from Lexington.