_2nd Sol_. If he had mentioned a shirt-sleeve now, or a rim to an old
hat--

_4th Sol_. Or a bit of a crown, or so.

_6th Sol_. He that wants a new coat--get off from my toes, you
scoundrel.

_All_. Let's see. Let's see. Read--read.

_7th Sol_. (_Spouting_.) "And he that don't want his house burned over
his head, and his wife and children, or his mother and sisters, as the
case may be, butchered or eaten alive before his eyes--"

_3d Sol_. Heavens and earth! It 'ant so though, Wilson, is it?

_7th Sol_. "Is required to present himself at the said village of
Skeensborough, on or before the 20th day of August next.
Boo--boo--boo--Who but I. Given under my hand."--If it is not _it_--it
is something very like it, I can tell you, Sirs. I say, boys, the old
rogue wants his neck wrung for insulting honest soldiers in that
fashion; and I say that you--for shame, Will Willson.

_4th Sol_. Hush!--the Colonel!--Hush!

_2nd Sol_. And who is that proud-looking fellow, by his side?

_4th Sol_. Hush! General Arnold. He's a sharp one--roll it up--roll it up.

_6th Sol_. Get out,--you are rumpling it to death.