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SCENE I.

Enter Burgoyne.
The rebel foe, grown yet, more insolent,
By that small loss, or rout, at Lexington,
Prevent our purpose and the night by-post,
Have push'd intrenchments, and some flimsy works,
With rude atchievement, on the rocky brow,
Of that tall hill. A ship-boy, with the day,
From the tall mast-head, of the Admiral,
Deserv'd their alm, and gave the swift alarm.
Our glasses mark, but the small regiment there,
Yet, ev'ry hour we languish in delay,
Inspires fresh hope, and fills their pig'my souls,
With thoughts of holding it. You hear the sound
Of spades and pick-axes, upon the hill,
Like Vulcan's forge, urg'd by the Cyclops.

Enter Howe.
To your alarm posts, officers; come gallant men,
Let's out, and drive them from that eminence,
On which the foe, doth earth himself.
I relish not, such haughty neighbourhood,
Give orders, swiftly, to the Admiral,
That some stout ship heave up the narrow bay,
And pour indignant, from the full-tide wave,
Fierce cannonade, across the lathmus point,
To cut off reinforcements.