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The Midnight Ride of
Paul Revere
Book and Lyrics by
Ben H. Winters
Music and Lyrics by
Stephen Sislen
A Samuel French Acting Edition
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THE MIDNIGHT RIDE OF PAUL REVERE was originally produced by
TheatreworksUSA, with a six person cast, in the spring of 2006, directed
by Jeremy Dobrish, with the cast as follows:
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Rachel, etc. ���������������������������������������������������������������������� Trista Moldovan
Hancock, etc.�����������������������������������������������������������������������������Ryan Dietz
King George, etc.���������������������������������������������������������������� Abe Goldfarb
Adams, etc.������������������������������������������������������������������� Jonathan Todd Ross
Thomas, etc.����������������������������������������������������������������������������������Ian Lowe
The Characters
Paul Revere (Baritone/Tenor)
Woman 1 (Mezzo) -- Rachel Revere, Randall, Farmer, Others
Man 2 (Tenor) -- John Hancock, Thomas, Jebediah, Robert Newman,
Court Attendant, Others
Man 3 (Baritone/Tenor) -- Samuel Adams, Major Mitchell, Josiah News-
papersmith, Lord North, Others
Man 4 (Baritone) -- Joseph Warren, King George Iii, Punchbowl Sam,
Others
Please note that while the show can be performed with as few as five
actors, it can happily accommodate larger casts. The doubled parts can
easily be undoubled, and a large ensemble would be welcome in the big
group numbers.
The Setting
Boston, Massachusetts; London, England – 1767 to 1776
Scene One
Boston: on the Street; Paul’s Shop
(A beautiful spring day in the mid-1760s. The
colony of Massachusetts Bay; the town of Boston;
Clark Street. All the TOWNSPEOPLE of Boston
appear [well, four of them, but representing the
whole] and sing out heartily.)
TOWNSPEOPLE.
IN THE COLONY OF MASSACHUSETTS BAY
WITH LONDON AN OCEAN AWAY
ON THE EDGE OF THE EMPIRE WE WORK AND WE PRAY
FOR THE COLONY OF MASSACHUSETTS BAY
IN THE COLONY OF MASSACHUSETTS BAY
WE’RE FREE AS ANY MEN ALIVE TODAY
LIFE IS HARD, BUT WE’RE HAPPY, AND THAT’S WHY WE
STAY
IN THE COLONY OF MASSACHUSETTS BAY
(The TOWNSPEOPLE holler “hello” at one other,
mill about doing their various activities, and then
exit in all directions, revealing…)
(…a small shop, and inside that shop a very
enthusiastic man in an artisan’s apron. It’s PAUL
REVERE putting the finishing touches on his new
establishment.)
PAUL.
I WORKED AS AN APPRENTICE AT A LOCAL SILVER
STORE
NOW I’VE GOT MY OWN SHOP: NO APPRENTICE
ANYMORE!
MY INVENTORY’S POLISHED: COPPER KETTLE, GOLDEN
RING
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PAUL. (cont.)
MY FIRE STOKED AND ROARING, AND MY HAMMER
WAITS TO SWING!
THE CUSTOMERS WILL ENTER, SEE THE SILVER ON THE
SHELF
AND I’LL BEGIN TO FORGE A FINER FUTURE FOR
MYSELF
IT MAY DEMAND A LIFETIME BUT I PROMISE YOU, ONE
DAY
I’LL BE THE FINEST SILVERSMITH IN MASSACHUSETTS
BAY!
(PAUL throws open his door and heads down the
street. Again the colonists swarm about.)
TOWNSPEOPLE.
IN THE COLONY OF MASSACHUSETTS BAY
WITH LONDON AN OCEAN AWAY
ON THE EDGE OF THE EMPIRE WE WORK AND WE PRAY
LIFE IS HARD BUT WE’RE HAPPY AND THAT’S WHY WE
STAY
WORKING HARD THROUGH THE HOURS OF THE DAY
IN THE COLONY OF MASSACHUSETTS BAY
(As the crowd disperses, PAUL approaches a man in
a printer’s apron.)
PAUL. Excuse me – pardon me – excuse me, sir?
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH. Yes?
PAUL. I would like to place an item in tomorrow’s
Boston Gazette.
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH. What manner of item is it?
PAUL. The announcement of the formation of a new
business!
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH. Very good. Proceed, sir!
PAUL.
FOR TRINKETS MADE OF METAL, BE THEY COPPER,
BRASS OR GOLD
T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
(PAUL pauses for a moment, thinks…and then…)
FOR REPAIR OF SILVER ITEMS WHETHER NEW OR VERY
OLD
THE CRAFT WILL BE EXACTING AND COMPLETED
OVERNIGHT
JOSIAH & PAUL.
AT THE SILVER SHOP OF PAUL REVERE, HE ALWAYS
GETS IT RIGHT!
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH. It shall appear in tomor-
row’s paper!
(PAUL goes back in his shop, as…)
Apprentice!
(Enter ROBERT NEWMAN, a local doofus.)
ROBERT NEWMAN. Um, yessir?
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH.
HERE’S A COMMISSION FOR TOMORROW’S EDITION!
TAKE IT TO THE PRINTER DOWN AT HARBOR AND
THIRD
IT SAYS HERE THAT PAUL REVERE
IS BOSTON’S MAN FOR SILVER,
AND HE’S PAYING YOU AND ME TO SPREAD THE WORD
FROM THE BUSTLING BOSTON COMMON
TO THE SMALLEST NEIGHBORHOOD
I WILL ONLY READ THIS ONCE
SO LISTEN GOOD:
ROBERT NEWMAN. What?
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH.
FOR TRINKETS MADE OF METAL,
BE THEY COPPER, BRASS OR GOLD,
FOR REPAIR OF SILVER ITEMS
WHETHER NEW OR VERY OLD
JOSAIH & NEWMAN.
THE CRAFT WILL BE EXACTING AND COMPLETED
OVERNIGHT
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T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
JOSAIH, NEWMAN, & PUNCHBOWL SAM.
AT THE SILVER SHOP OF PAUL REVERE HE ALWAYS GETS
IT RIGHT!
(NEWMAN runs off. PUNCHBOWL SAM a local
lover of punch, enters PAUL’s shop with his sadly
broken punch bowl. PAUL leaps up to help him.)
PUNCHBOWL SAM.
MY PUNCHBOWL’S DONE IN
THERE’S HOLES IN THE TIN
MY PUNCH WON’T STAY INSIDE IT
IT’S UTTERLY ABSURD!
PAUL.
HERE’S WHAT YOU DO!
(PAUL fixes it in a jiff.)
THERE, GOOD AS NEW!
PUNCHBOWL SAM.
MY GOSH, REVERE, YOU’VE DONE IT, HOW CAN I THANK
YOU?
PAUL.
SPREAD THE WORD!
PUNCHBOWL SAM.
I’LL TELL ALL MY FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS OF THE
STERLING WORK YOU DO
I’LL TELL EVERYONE I KNOW, AND STRANGERS TOO!
(He exits the shop.)
Hey, everybody!
(From the other side of the stage, a FARMER enters
the shop.)
FARMER.
MY PITCHFORK IS BUSTED! LOOK HOW IT’S RUSTED!
I’VE NO IDEA HOW THIS OCCURRED!
(PAUL takes the pitchfork.)
PAUL.
LET’S HAVE A LOOK
T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
(He works on it for a split second.)
THAT’S ALL IT TOOK
FARMER.
MY GOSH, REVERE, YOU’VE FIXED IT, HOW CAN I THANK
YOU?
PAUL.
DON’T THANK ME… SPREAD THE WORD!
FARMER.
I’LL TELL ALL MY FELLOW FARMERS AND MY FELLOW
FARMER’S FRIENDS
HERE’S THE PLACE TO TAKE YOUR METAL WHEN IT
BENDS!
(The FARMER exits and finds a crowd of Bostonians.)
Hey, everybody!
FARMER & TOWNSPEOPLE.
FOR TRINKETS MADE OF METAL
BE THEY COPPER, BRASS OR GOLD
FOR REPAIR OF SILVER ITEMS WHETHER NEW OR VERY
OLD
THERE LIVES A MAN IN BOSTON
WHO IS DILIGENT AND WISE
AT THE SILVER SHOP OF PAUL REVERE
YOU WON’T BELIEVE YOUR EYES!
(A dance: people “spread the word” to one another,
whispering, hollering, cavorting, streaming in and
out of PAUL’s shop. He tends to their needs in short
order.)
FARMER. Hooray!
NEWMAN. Hooray!
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH. Hooray!
FARMER. Hooray!
NEWMAN. Hooray!
FARMER. Hooray!
JOSAIH NEWSPAPERSMITH. Hooray!
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T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
FARMER, NEWMAN, & JOSIAH. Hooray, hooray, hooray!
(A fancy-looking gentleman named DOCTOR
JOSEPH WARREN enters and regards the dancing
people archly for a moment. Then:)
WARREN. Ahem! My name is Doctor Joseph Warren.
I am a doctor, as you may have guessed from my
name. A wealthy patient of mine has paid for his
annual leeching in silver coins. I would like to
have those coins melted down and made into a
big spoon as a gift for my wife, who loves spoons.
Where could I find a silversmith to take such an
order?
(Everybody sings!)
ALL.
FOR TRINKETS MADE OF METAL,
BE THEY COPPER, BRASS OR GOLD
FOR REPAIR OF SILVER ITEMS WHETHER NEW OR VERY
OLD!
THE CRAFT WILL BE EXQUISITE,
FINISHED JUST HOW YOU DESIRE
AT THE SILVER SHOP OF PAUL REVERE
HE’S THE MAN THAT YOU REQUIRE
PAUL
I’M THE MAN THAT YOU REQUIRE
ALL.
THE CRAFT WILL BE EXACTING,
EVERY ITEM GLEAMING BRIGHT
AT THE SILVER SHOP OF PAUL REVERE HE ALWAYS GETS
IT RIGHT
PAUL.
I ALWAYS GET IT RIGHT!
(End song.)
(As the dancers clear away, DR. WARREN enters
PAUL’s shop.)
So you’re a real doctor, are you, sir?
T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
WARREN. Indeed. I am up to date on all the latest med-
ical procedures, including leeching, bleeding, and
extraction. I have myself pioneered a new technique, in which headaches are treated by putting
the patient in a barrel and rolling him down a hill.
PAUL. My goodness.
WARREN. Here is the silver I would like made into a
spoon. It is said you are an artisan of considerable
skill, Mr. Revere. I hope I shall not be disappointed.
(WARREN exits.)
PAUL. I hope so, too.
(PAUL picks up his tools and sings to himself as he
begins to work:)
PAUL.
I WAS A MERE APPRENTICE
AT MY MASTER’S BECK AND CALL
BUT NOW I’VE GOT MY OWN SHOP, LORD AND MASTER
OF IT ALL
IT MAY DEMAND A LIFETIME
BUT I’M CERTAIN THAT ONE DAY
I SHALL BE THE FINEST SILVERSMITH IN
MASSACHUSETTS BAY!
(PAUL gets to work.)
(Meanwhile…)
Scene Two
London, the Palace of King George
(…a COURT ATTENDANT strides forward, accompanied by a fanfare.)
COURT ATTENDANT. Ladies and gentlemen, please wel-
come…live from the Court of St. James, London
England; the fellow who puts the “great” in Great
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T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
COURT ATTENDANT. (cont.) Britain…your king and
mine…King George the Third!
(The pouty, slightly insane KING GEORGE III
enters, accompanied by his put-upon first minister,
LORD NORTH.)
KING GEORGE III. You know what the best thing is
about my life?
LORD NORTH. No, your highness. What is it?
KING GEORGE III. Being the King of England. I really
love it.
LORD NORTH. Very good, your highness.
KING GEORGE III. I’m serious. It’s the best.
LORD NORTH. Very good, your highness.
KING GEORGE III. To business! I understand that the
late unpleasantness in the colonies is at last concluded.
LORD NORTH. Indeed, your highness. Our forces,
aligned with the Iroquois and other Indian tribes,
have proved victorious over the hated French. The
Seven Year’s War is at an end.
KING GEORGE III. That seemed like it took a really long
time.
LORD NORTH. Seven years, your highness.
KING GEORGE III. Really? Seemed longer. Anyhoo, we
must now turn our attention to refilling the royal
coffers, so woefully depleted by this epic conflict.
LORD NORTH. Yes, your highness. My ministers and I
have already devised a plan: We shall tax the colonies!
KING GEORGE III. Shhhh! Quiet! I’ve got it. We shall
tax the colonies!
LORD NORTH. (sigh) Yes, your highness.
KING GEORGE III. Now. What’s for snack?
(They exit, with further fanfare. On the way out,
LORD NORTH throws a proclamation…)
T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
Scene Three
Boston: on the Street; Paul’s Shop
(…and it is caught by THOMAS, a regimental
British soldier. He speaks, unlike the show’s other
Bostonians, with an English accent.)
THOMAS. Ahem. Attention people of Boston. By decree
of Parliament and his royal highness King George
the Third, a three-pence tax is hereby imposed on
the importation of sugar!
(PAUL opens his door.)
PAUL. Thomas? Is that you?
THOMAS. Paul Revere, old friend!
(The two men shake hands warmly.)
So you’ve finally done it. Left the Massachusetts
Militia to open a silver shop.
PAUL. Well? What do you think?
THOMAS. I’m mighty proud of you, Paul.
PAUL. And how is army life these days?
THOMAS. The usual. We British regulars are always
squabbling with you militia types; there’s never
enough food; many of the men lack shoes.
PAUL. How’s old Finchy?
THOMAS. He was eaten by a bear.
PAUL. That’s too bad.
(THOMAS pulls out a signet ring.)
THOMAS. Listen, Paul. This is my silver signet ring.
I would like it engraved with the insignia of the
Sixth Regiment of His Majesty’s Army.
PAUL. Consider it done!
(THOMAS exits.)
Another order!
(PAUL tries again to get to work, but…)
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Scene Four
Continuing
(…outside his window he hears a dreadful racket.
RANDALL, a local artisan, is fulminating on the
street outside his window.)
RANDALL. This is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard
of! Why, it’s despicable! It’s disgustin’ !
(PAUL exits his shop and finds RANDALL a local
artisan. He wears an artisan’s apron and speaks in
a thick Boston accent.)
PAUL. Why, Randall! What on Earth are you so angry
about?
RANDALL. Aw, you wouldn’t believe it if I told ya!
PAUL. Try me, friend.
RANDALL. It’s simple. Jebediah Pierce is tryna ruin my
business!
(JEBEDIAH, dressed like Randall and in the same
sputtering fury, storms on.)
JEBEDIAH. Ha! Randall here is tryna ruin my business!
Not to mention every other respectable merchant
on Clark Street!
RANDALL. You wouldn’t know a respectable merchant
if he was doing the backstroke in your clam chowdah!
JEBEDIAH. Sez who?
RANDALL. Sez me!
PAUL. Randall! Jebediah, please! Perhaps I can be of
some assistance?
(During the follow, DR. WARREN comes up the
street. He stops to listen.)
JEBEDIAH. You know my butcher shop here at the end
of Clark street?
T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
PAUL. Yes?
RANDALL. And you know how my tea shop is right next
door…
JEBEDIAH. Just my luck.
RANDALL. Quiet, you.
PAUL. So what is the dispute?
JEBEDIAH. Randall here complains when the wind
from the river carries the gentle fragrance of my
butcher shop into his little tea store.
RANDALL. Gentle fragrance?! My whole shop smells
like ham hocks! Who wants to drink tea that smells
like ham hocks?
JEBEDIAH. Who DOESN’T? !
RANDALL. Why I oughta…
PAUL. Wait! Wait! If you simply switch storefronts, the
butcher shop will be DOWNWIND from the tea
shop!
(The two men slap their respective foreheads.)
RANDALL & JEBEDIAH. Of course!
JEBEDIAH. You’re a genius, Paul Revere!
RANDALL. Let’s never fight again.
JEBEDIAH. Come here, you.
(The artisans hug, then leave.)
WARREN. Ahem.
PAUL. Why Dr. Warren!
WARREN. Pardon the interruption. I fear I left my
spectacles in your shop, and I am performing a
delicate medical operation this afternoon: A procedure to cure a man’s blindness by dunking him
in a tub of applesauce.
PAUL. My goodness.
WARREN. Those local artisans esteem you most highly.
PAUL. I don’t know about that.
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WARREN. Do not be modest. You are a wise man, and
one to whom men pay heed. It is a rare and potentially valuable confluence of traits.
PAUL. Valuable? What do you mean?
(Enter quite suddenly the radical patriots SAMUEL
ADAMS, scrappy and tough in his trademark tricorner hat, and his constant companion, the small
and foppish JOHN HANCOCK.)
ADAMS. Please – let us explain.
HANCOCK. Hello!
ADAMS. Good day!
HANCOCK. Well met!
ADAMS. How do? Paul Revere!
HANCOCK. Silversmith!
ADAMS. Artisan!
HANCOCK. And all-around admirable fellow!
(bowing deeply)
I am John Hancock.
ADAMS. And I Samuel Adams! A pleasure!
HANCOCK. A privilege!
ADAMS. But – you were saying?
PAUL. Why, gentlemen. I have not said a word.
HANCOCK. Good man!
ADAMS. Quiet!
HANCOCK. Contemplative!
PAUL. It is truly an honor to have such gentlemen as
yourselves in my humble shop. Do you require
something to be mended?
ADAMS. In a sense.
HANCOCK. In a way.
ADAMS. In a manner of speaking, good sir, all of Massachusetts Colony is in need of repair.
PAUL. What do you mean?
T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
HANCOCK. You have heard, Mister Revere, of the new
round of taxes being levied by Parliament and the
King?
PAUL. Oh, I’m afraid I have. If only there were some
way we could get Parliament to reconsider.
ADAMS. Funny you should mention it.
HANCOCK. Not funny like “ha ha” funny. Like “coincidental”
ADAMS. I think that was clear.
WARREN. Mr. Revere, these gentlemen and I would like
you to meet with us tonight at the Green Dragon
Tavern.
PAUL. Really? Why?
HANCOCK. Glad you asked.
(They burst into song. Obviously.)
WARREN.
THERE’S A CERTAIN BAND OF FELLOWS, BOLD AND
RIGHTEOUS THROUGH AND THROUGH
THEY’RE BRAVE AS THEY ARE CLEVER, FULL OF PLUCK
AND
DERRING-DO!
ADAMS.
THERE’S A SMALL CONGLOMERATION OF THE FINEST
SORTS OF MEN
WHO’VE PAID THEIR SHARE OF TAXES, AND THEY
SHALL NOT PAY AGAIN!
WARREN.
FOR WHEN A MAN IS HELPLESS THEN HE TENDS
TO GO AND GET A COUPLE OF HIS FRIENDS
HANCOCK.
THERE’S A SWELL ASSOCIATION WITH A VERY
RIGHTEOUS GOAL:
TO RALLY ROUND OLD BOSTON FOR TO SAVE HER
VERY SOUL!
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T H E M I D N I G H T R I D E O F PA U L R E V E R E
ADAMS.
THEY SHALL FIGHT AGAINST TAXATION
WARREN.
WHAT A VIRTUOUS PURSUIT!
ADAMS.
THEY’RE BRASH AND THEY’RE DETERMINED
HANCOCK.
AND THEY’RE ALSO VERY CUTE
WARREN.
WHEN TAXES THREATEN MASSACHUSETTS BAY
HANCOCK, ADAMS, & WARREN.
JUST LOOK AT WHO ARRIVES TO SAVE THE DAY!
PAUL. Who?
WARREN.
WE’RE CALLED THE SONS OF LIBERTY
THE MIGHTY SONS OF LIBERTY
OUR MISSION IS TO GUARANTEE THE RIGHTS OF THIS
GREAT COLONY!
ADAMS.
WE’RE CALLED THE SONS OF LIBERTY
OPPRESSION IS OUR ENEMY
HANCOCK.
OUR ONLY MOTIVATION’S, THE COLONY’S SALVATION:
HANCOCK, ADAMS, & WARREN.
THE SONS OF LIBERTY
ADAMS.
AND WHEN EVERY MAN IN BOSTON HAS ENLISTED IN
THE CAUSE
THEN PARLIAMENT WILL HEAR US AND IT’S SURE TO
GIVE THEM PAUSE!
HANCOCK.
WHEN EACH FARMER AND EACH MERCHANT SAYS “NO
TAXING, THANK YOU SIR!”
THOSE HYPOCRITES WILL HAVE TO PUT THINGS BACK
THE WAY THEY WERE
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