Gripe. Gripe. Indeed they are; the King will be no Loser. Sharp. Sharp. The King! who ever sent such Trumpery to him? Catchum. Catchum. What would the King of England do with Wampum? Or Beaver Skins, d'ye think? He's not a Hatter! Gripe. Gripe. Then it's a Perquisite belongs to us? Sharp. Sharp. Yes, they're become our lawful Goods and Chattels, By all the Rules and Laws of Indian Treaties. The King would scorn to take a Gift from Indians, And think us Madmen, should we send them to him.[Pg 138] [Pg 138]
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