Your Majesty, my name is William Penn, I am a Quaker I was hoping you would....
Give you land in America for your religious group like ever other religion. Sure, I'll have my advisor draft you a Charter.
This Land has lots of woods in it. Woods in Latin is Sylvia. This land will forever be called Pennslyvania.
I think we can make a deal.
That's great Mr. Penn, but can you please get off our land.
Life here is great. Farms are farming, government is governing, and I don't need to pay any of the debt I accumulated.
Now we have developed greatly. A new city in Pennslyvania is quickly becoming the economic capital of America, and I just created a new constitution establishing a new democracy in America. I wonder if I am the first to do that?
Well, I seem to be done here. Back to England.
So if you got the religious freedom you wanted, a lot of money, happiness, and no chance of running into any debt collectors in America, why did you come again?