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572
ROB ERT LOW EL l
I wish we'd stuck to principles;
it's piracy to loot the Crown.
THIRD INDIAN
The tea is boiling in Boston Bay.
The party's on the British King.
FIRST INDIAN
And Major Molineux!
THIRD INDIAN
Hurrah
for the Republic!
SECOND INDIAN
Listen! Soldiers!
(Sounds of
Rule Britannia,
and marching feet)
FIRST INDIAN
There's only one. We've lost the other.
THIRD INDIAN
Damn the bloody backs!
FIRST INDIAN
Damn him.
THIRD INDIAN
He's out for blood now.
FIRST INDIAN
Quick! Let's draw
him down a crooked street and scalp him!
SECOND INDIAN
Let's dish the tea!
FIRST INDIAN
Here's a safe church.
THIRD INDIAN
The Church of England!
FIRST INDIAN
Hide it there!
Nobody looks into a church.
SECOND INDIAN
The church
is
ours!
(The
INDIANS
hurriedly hide the bale of tea in the church, and then
go off, as an
ENGLISH SOLDIER
enters on the run. Shots, screams.)
Boy
(Alone with
ROBIN)
Those men are whites;