Trueman. Yes, your wou'd-be Constitution, has indeed done a deal of mischief.
Loveyet. I deny it;—it is perfectly inoffensive and mild.
Trueman. Mild, indeed:—happy would it be for America, if her government was more coercive and energetic!—I suppose you have heard that Massachusetts has ratified this upstart Constitution;—this is the sixth grand column in the federal edifice; we only want three more to make up the lucky nine; and then the nine Muses will make our western world their permanent abode; and he who is at once their Favourite and Patron, will preside over the whole: then we shall see another Golden Age; arts will then flourish, and literature be properly encouraged. That's the grand desideratum of my wishes.
Loveyet. A fig for your Latin and your literature!—That's the way your unconstitutional Constitutionalists take the advantage of our weak side, and—
Trueman. And the said weak side being easily discovered, as you have but one side,—go on, sir.
Loveyet. And cram their unconstitutional bolus down our throats, with Latin;—you and your vile junto of perfidious politicians want to Latin us out of our liberties.
Humphry. Well, why don't they take the law of the pollikitchens then, eigh?
Trueman. Mr. Loveyet, I never knew a man of your age and wisdom—
Loveyet. Age, sir!—Wisdom!—Yes, wisdom, sir.—Age again, eigh? Ugh, ugh.
Trueman. Was there ever such preposterous behaviour!—You are getting as crazy as your favorite Constitution.