_6th Sol_. All up there, Sirs. A gone horse!--and he that turns his coat
first, is the best fellow.

_4th Sol_. No?

_6th Sol_. And shall I tell you what else they say?

_4th Sol_. Ay.

_6th Sol_. Shall I?

_All_. Ay, ay. What is it?

_6th Sol_. That we are a cowardly, sneaking, good-for-nothing pack of
poltroons, here in the north. There's for you! There's what you get for
your pains, Sirs. And for the rest, General Schuyler is to be disgraced,
and old Gates is to be set over us again, and----no matter for the rest.
See here, boys. Any body coming? See here.

_3d Sol_. What has he got there?

_2nd Sol_. The Proclamation! The Proclamation! Will you be good enough
to let me see if there is not a picture there somewhere, with an Indian
and a tomahawk?

_6th Sol_. Now, Sirs, he that wants a new coat, and a pocket full of
money--

_3d Sol_. That's me fast enough.