Scene V. Lord Boston and Guards on a hill in Boston, that overlooks Charlestown.
Lord Boston. Clouds of dust and smoke intercept my sight; I cannot see; I hear the noise of cannon—Percy's cannon—Grant him success!
Officer of Guard. Methinks, sir, I see British colours waving.
Lord Boston. Some ray of hope.—Have they got so near?—Captain, keep a good lookout; tell me every thing you see. My eyes are wondrous dim.
Officer. The two brigades have join'd—Now Admiral Tombstone bellows his lower tier on the Provincials. How does your Excellency?
Lord Boston. Right;—more hope still.—I'm bravely to what I was. Which way do our forces tend?
Officer. I can distinguish nothing for a certainty now; such smoke and dust!
Lord Boston. God grant Percy courage!
Officer. His ancestors were brave, sir.
Lord Boston. Aye, that's no rule—no rule, Captain; so were mine.—A heavy firing now.—The Rebels must be very numerous—