A Dialogue between Britain, France, Spain, Holland, Saxony and America.
A Dialogue between Britain, France, Spain, Holland, Saxony and America.
Britain | Sister of Spain, I have a Favour to ask of you. My |
subjects in America are disobedient, and I am about to |
chastize them. I beg you will not furnish them with |
any Arms or Ammunition. |
Spain | Have you forgotten, then, that when my Subjects in the |
Low Countries rebelled against me, you not only |
furnished them with military Stores, but join'd them |
with an Army and a Fleet? I wonder how you can |
have the Impudence to ask such a Favour of me, or the |
Folly to expect it! |
Britain | You my dear Sister of France will surely not refuse me |
this Favour. |
France | Did you not assist my Rebel Hugenots with a Fleet and |
an Army at Rochelle? And have you not lately aided |
privately and sneakingly my Rebel Subjects in Corsica? |
And do you not at this Instant keep their Chief |
pension'd, and ready to head a fresh Revolt there, |
whenever you can find or make an Opportunity? Dear |
Sister you must be a little silly! |
Britain | Honest Holland! You see it is remembered that I was |
once your Friend, You will therefore be mine on this |
Occasion. I know indeed you are accustom'd to |
smuggle with these Rebels of mine. I will wink at that, |
Sell 'em as much Tea as you please to enervate the |
Rascals; since they will not take it of me; but for Gods |
sake dont supply them with any Arms. |
Holland | 'Tis true you assisted me against Philip, my Tyrant of |
Spain but have I not since assisted you against one of |
your Tyrants, and enabled you to expell him? Surely |
that Accompt, as we Merchants say, is Ballanc'd, and I |
am nothing in your Debt. I have indeed some Complaints |
against you, for endeavouring to starve me by |
your Navigation Acts: But being peaceably dispos'd |
I do not quarrel with you for that. I shall only go on |
quietly with my own Business. Trade is my Profession, |
'tis all I have to subsist on. And let me tell you, I |
should make no scruple, (on the prospect of a good |
Market for that Commodity,) even to send my Ships to |
Hell and supply the Devil with Brimstone. For you |
must know I can insure in London against the Burning |
of my Sails. |
America |
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Britain. |
Why you old blood thirsty Bully! you who have been |
everywhere vaunting your own Prowess, and defaming |
the Americans as Poltroons! you who have boasted of |
being able to march over all their Bellies with a single |
Regiment! You who by Fraud have possess'd yourself |
of their strongest Fortress, and all the Arms they had |
stor'd up in it! You who have a disciplin'd Army in |
their Country intrench'd to the Teeth and provided |
with every thing! Do you run about begging all |
Europe not to supply those poor People with a little |
Powder and Shot? Do you mean, then, to fall upon |
them naked and unarm'd, and butcher them in cold |
Blood? Is this your Courage? Is this your Magnanimity? |
Britain. | O! you wicked-Whig-Presbyterian-Serpent! Have you |
the Impudence to appear before me after all your |
Disobedience? Surrender immediatly all your Liberties |
and Properties into my Hands, or I will cut you to |
Pieces. Was it for this that I planted your Country at |
so great an Expence? that I protected you in your |
Infancy, and defended you against all your Enemies? |
America. | I shall not surrender my Liberty and Property but with |
my Life. It is not true that my Country was planted at |
your Expence. Your own Records refute that Falshood |
to your Face. Nor did you ever afford me a |
Man or a shilling to defend me against the Indians, the |
only Enemies I had upon my own Account. But when |
you have quarrell'd with all Europe, and drawn me |
with you into all your Broils, then you value yourself |
upon protecting me from the Enemies you have made |
for me. I have no natural Cause of Difference with |
Spain, France, or Holland; and yet by turns I have |
join'd with you in Wars against them all. You would |
not suffer me to make or keep a seperate Peace with |
any of them, 'tho I might easily have done it, to great |
Advantage. Does your protecting me in those Wars give |
you a Right to fleece me? If so, as I fought for you, as |
well as you for me, it gives me a proportionable Right to |
fleece you. What think you of an American Law to |
make a Monopoly of You and your Commerce, as you |
have done by your Laws of me and mine? Content |
yourself with that Monopoly if you are Wise, and |
learn Justice if you would be respected! |
Britain | You impudent B—h! am not I your Mother Country? |
Is not that a sufficient Title to your Respect and |
Obedience? |
Saxony. | Mother Country! Hah, hah, he! What Respect have |
you the front to claim as a Mother Country? You know |
that I am your Mother Country, and yet you pay me |
none. Nay, it is but the other Day, since you hired |
Ruffians to rob me on the Highway, and burn my |
House! For shame! Hide your Face and hold your |
Tongue. If you continue this Conduct you will make |
yourself the Contempt of all Europe! |
Britain | O Lord! where are my Friends! |
France |
Spain |
Holland |
and Sax- |
ony all |
together |
Friends! Believe us you have none, nor ever will have |
any 'till you mend your Manners. How can we who are |
your Neighbours have any Regard for You, or expect |
any Equity from You, should your Power increase, |
when we see how basely and unjustly you have us'd |
both your own Mother and your own Children? |