Peace! Peace! The battle sir is not to the strong alone it vigilant active brave. Besides we have no election. If were base enough desire it now too late retire from contest. There retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on plains of Boston! war inevitable -- let come! I repeat It vain extenuate matter. Gentlemen cry there peace. actually begun! next gale that sweeps north will bring our ears clash resounding arms! brethren already field! Why stand here idle? What gentlemen wish? would they have? Is life so dear or peace sweet as purchased at price slavery? Forbid Almighty God! know what course others take for me “give me liberty give death!“