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THE BLOCKHEADS.
ACT I.
SCENE I. A Room with the Officers, &c.
WELL, gentlemen, a pretty state for British gene|rals and British troops—the terror of the world become mere scare-crows to themselves.—We came to America, flush'd with high expectations of conquest, and curbing these sons of riot.—We tour'd away in the senate as if our success was certain; as if we had only to curb a few licentious villains, or hang them as spectacles for their brethren —But how are we deceiv'd?—Instead of this agreeable employ, we are shamefully confin'd with|in the bounds of three miles, wrangling and starving a|mong ourselves.
Curs'd alternative, either to be murder'd with|out, or starv'd within.—These yankey dogs treat us like a parcel of poltroons; they divert themselves by firing at us, as at a flock of partridges.—A man can scarcely put his nose over the intrenchments without losing it;—ano|ther loses his eyes, only looking thro' the ambuseirs.— They have a set of fellows call'd rifflers; they would shoot the very devil if he was to come within a league of them.
Gentlemen, it will not do to set groaning here; let us determine upon some plan quickly to be done, otherwise I shall bid you farewell, and you may