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Oroonoko : A TRAGEDY As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal , By His MAJESTY'S SERVANTS .

Written by THO. SOUTHERNE .

Quo fata trahunt , virtus secura sequetur . Lucan . Virtus recludens immeritis mori Coelum , negatâ tentat iter viâ . Hor. Od. 2. lib. 3.

LONDON : Printed for H. Playford in the Temple-Change . B. Tooke at the Middle-Temple-Gate . And S. Buckley at the Dolphin against St. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet . M DC XC VI.

To His GRACE WILLIAM Duke of Devonshire , &c. Lord Steward of His Majesty's Houshold , Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter , and One of His Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council . MY LORD ,

THE Best part of the Fortune of my last Play ( The Innocent Adultery ) was , that it gave me an Opportunity of making my self known to Your Grace . You were pleased to countenance the Advances which I had been a great while directing and aiming at You , and have since encourag'd me into an Industry , which , I hope , will allow me in this Play to own ( which is the only way I can ) the great Obligations I have to You.

I stand engag'd to Mrs. Behn for the Occasion of a most Passionate Distress in my Last Play ; and in a Conscience that I had not made her a sufficient Acknowledgment , I have run further into her Debt for Oroonoko , with a Design to oblige me to be honest ; and that every one may find me out for Ingratitude , when I don't say all that 's sit for me upon that Subject . She had a great Command of the Stage ; and I have often wonder'd that she would bury her Favourite Hero in a Novel , when she might have reviv'd him in the Scene . She thought either that no Actor could represent him ; or she could not bear him represented : And I believe the last , when I remember what I have heard from a Friend of hers , That she always told his Story , more feelingly , than she writ it . Whatever happen'd to him at Surinam , he has mended his Condition in England . He was born here under Your Grace's Influence ; and that has carried his Fortune farther into the World , than all the Poetical Stars that I could have sollicited for his Success . It was Your Opinion , My Lord , that directed me to Mr. Verbruggen ; and it was his Care to maintain Your Opinion , that directed the Town to me , the Better Part of it , the People of Quality ; whose Favours as I am proud of , I shall always be industrious to preserve .

My Lord , I know the Respect and Reverence which in this Address I ought to appear in before You , who are so intimate with the Ancients , so general a Knower of the several Species of Poetry , and so Just a Judge in the Trials of this kind . You have an Absolute Power to Arraign and Convict , but a prevailing Inclination to Pardon and Save ; and from the Humanity of Your Temper , and the true Knowledge of the Difficulties of succeeding this way , never aggravate or insist upon Faults Quas aut incuria fudit , Aut humana parùm cavit Natura . Hor. Art. Poet. to our Condemnation , where they are Venial , and not against the Principles of the Art we pretend to . Horace , who found it so , says , Gratia Regum Pieriis tentata modis . The Favour of Great Men is the Poets Inheritance , and all Ages have allow'd 'em to put in their Claim ; I only wish that I had Merit enough to prefer me to Your Grace : That I might deserve in some measure that Patronage which You are pleased to bestow on me : That I were a Horace for such a Mecoenas : That I could describe what I admire ; and tell the World what I really think , That as You possess those Infinite Advantages of Nature and Fortune in so Eminent a degree ; that as You so far excel in the Perfections of Body and Mind , You were design'd and fashion'd a Prince , to be the Honour of the Nation , and the Grace and Ornament of the Court. Sir , In the Fulness of Happiness and Blessings which You enjoy , I can only bring in my Wishes for the Continuance of 'em ; they shall constantly be devoted to you , with all the Services of ,

MY LORD , Your Grace's most Obliged , most Thankful , and most Humble Servant , THO. SOUTHERNE .
PROLOGUE to Oroonoko . Sent by an Unknown Hand . And Spoken by Mr. Powell . AS when in Hostile Times two Neighbouring States Strive by themselves , and their Confederates ; The War at first is made with awkard Skill , And Soldiers clumsily each other kill : Till time at length their untaught Fury tames , And into Rules their heedless Rage reclaims : Then every Science by degrees is made Subservient to the Man-destroying Trade : Wit , Wisdom , Reading , Observation , Art ; A well-turn'd Head to guide a Generous Heart . So it may prove with our Contending Stages , If you will kindly but supply their Wages : Which you with ease may furnish , by retrenching Your Superfluities of Wine and Wenching . who 'd grudge to spare from Riot and hard Drinking , To lay it out on means to mend his thinking ? To follow such Advice you shou'd have leisure , Since what refines your Sense , refines your Pleasure : Women grown tame by Use each Fool can get , But Cuckolds all are made by Men of Wit. To Virgin Favours Fools have no pretence : For Maidenheads were made for Men of Sense . 'T is not enough to have a Horse well bred , To shew his Mettle , he must be well fed : Nor is it all in Provender and Breed , He must be try'd and strain'd , to mend his speed : A Favour'd Poet , like a Pamper'd Horse , Will strain his Eye-balls out to win the Course . Do you but in your Wisdoms vote it fit To yield due Succors to this War of Wit , The Buskin with more grace shall tread the Stage , Love sigh in softer Strains , Heroes less Rage : Satyr shall show a Triple Row of Teeth , And Comedy shall laugh your Fops to death : Wit shall refine , and Pegasus shall foam , And soar in search of Ancient Greece and Rome . And since the Nation 's in the Conquering Fit , As you by Arms , we 'll vanquish France in Wit : The Work were over , cou'd our Poets write With half the Spirit that our Soldiers fight .
Persons Represented .

MEN. BY Oroonoko , Mr. Verbruggen . Aboan , Mr. Powell . Lieutenant-Governor of Surinam , Mr. Williams . Blanford , Mr. Harland . Stanmore , Mr. Horden . Jack Stanmore , Mr. Mills . Capt. Driver , Mr. Ben. Johnson . Daniel , Son to Widow Lackitt , Mr. Mich. Lee. Hottman , Mr. Sympson .

Planters , Indians , Negroes , Men , Women , and Children .

WOMEN . BY Imoinda , Mrs. Rogers . Widow Lackitt , Mrs. Knight . Charlot Welldon , in Man's Cloaths , Mrs. Verbruggen . Lucy Welldon , her Sister , Mrs. Lucas .

The SCENE Surinam , a Colony in the West-Indies ; at the Time of the Action of this Tragedy , in the Possession of the English.

OROONOKO .
ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Welldon following Lucia . Luc.

WHAT will this come to ? What can it end in ? You have persuaded me to leave dear England , and dearer London , the place of the World most worth living in , to follow you a Husband-hunting into America : I thought Husbands grew in these Plantations .

Well .

Why so they do , as thick as Oranges , ripening one under another . Week after week they drop into some Woman's mouth : 'T is but a little patience , spreading your Apron in expectation , and one of 'em will fall into your Lap at last .

Luc.

Ay , so you say indeed .

Well .

But you have left dear London , you say : Pray what have you left in London that was very dear to you , that had not left you before ?

Luc.

Speak for your self , Sister .

Well .

Nay , I 'll keep you in countenance . The Young Fellows , you know , the dearest part of the Town , and without whom London had been a Wilderness to you and me , had forsaken us a great while .

Luc.

Forsaken us ! I don't know that they ever had us .

Well .

Forsaken us the worst way , Child ; that is , did not think us worth having ; they neglected us , no longer design'd upon us , they were tir'd of us . Women in London are like the Rich Silks , they are out of fashion a great while before they wear out .

Luc.

The Devil take the Fashion , I say .

Well .

You may tumble 'em over and over at their first coming up , and never disparage their Price ; but they fall upon wearing immediately , lower and lower in their value , till they come to the Broker at last .

Luc.

Ay , ay , that 's the Merchant they deal with . The Men would have us at their own scandalous Rates : Their Plenty makes 'em wanton ; and in a little time , I suppose , they won't know what they would have of the Women themselves .

Well .

O , yes , they know what they wou'd have . They wou'd have a Woman give the Town a Pattern of her Person and Beauty , and not stay in it so long to have the whole Piece worn out . They wou'd have the Good Face only discover'd , and not the Folly that commonly goes along with it . They say there is a vast Stock of Beauty in the Nation , but a great part of it lies in unprofitable hands ; therefore for the good of the Publick , they wou'd have a Draught made once a Quarter , send the decaying Beauties for Breeders into the Countrey , to make room for New Faces to appear , to countenance the Pleasures of the Town .

Luc.

'T is very hard , the Men must be young as long as they live , and poor Women be thought decaying and unfit for the Town at One or Two and twenty . I 'm sure we were not Seven Years in London .

Well .

Not half the time taken notice of , Sister . The Two or Three last Years we could make nothing of it , even in a Vizard-Masque ; not in a Vizard-Masque , that has cheated many a man into an old acquaintance . Our Faces began to be as familiar to the Men of Intrigue , as their Duns , and as much avoided . We durst not appear in Publick Places , and were almost grudg'd a Gallery in the Churches : Even there they had their Jests upon us , and cry'd , She 's in the right on 't , good Gentlewoman , since no man considers her Body , she does very well indeed to take care of her Soul.

Luc.

Such unmannerly fellows there will always be .

Well .

Then , you may remember , we were reduc'd to the last necessity , the necessity of making silly Visits to our civil Acquaintance , to bring us into tolerable Company . Nay , the young Inns-of-Court Beaus , of but one Term's standing in the Fashion , who knew no body , but as they were shewn 'em by the Orange-Women , had Nicknames for us : How often have they laugh'd out , There goes my Landlady ; Is not she come to let Lodgings yet ?

Luc.

Young Coxcombs that knew no better .

Well .

And that we must have come to . For your part , what Trade cou'd you set up in ? You wou'd never arrive at the Trust and Credit of a Guinea-Bawd : You wou'd have too much Business of your own , ever to mind other Peoples .

Luc.

That is true indeed .

Well .

Then , as a certain sign that there was nothing more to be hop'd for , the Maids at the Chocolate-Houses found us out , and laugh'd at us : Our Billet-doux lay there neglected for Waste-Paper : We were cry'd down so low we cou'd not pass upon the City ; and became so notorious in our galloping way , from one end of the Town to t'other , that at last we cou'd hardly compass a competent change of Petticoats to disguize us to the Hackney-Coachmen : And then it was near walking a-foot indeed .

Luc.

Nay , that I began to be afraid of .

Well .

To prevent which , with what Youth and Beauty was left , some Experience , and the small Remainder of Fifteen hundred Pounds apiece , which amounted to bare Two hundred between us both , I persuaded you to bring your Person for a Venture to the Indies . Every thing has succeeded in our Voyage : I pass for your Brother : One of the Richest Planters here happening to dye just as we landed , I have claim'd Kindred with him : So , without making his Will , he has left us the Credit of his Relation to trade upon : We pass for his Cousins , coming here to Surinam chiefly upon his Invitation : We live in Reputation ; have the best Acquaintance of the place ; and we shall see our account in 't , I warrant you .

Luc.

I must rely upon you

Enter Widow Lackitt .
Wid.

Mr Welldon , your Servant . Your Servant , Mrs. Lucy . I am an Ill Visitor , but 't is not too late , I hope , to bid you welcome to this side of the world .

[ Salutes Lucy .
Well .

Gad so , I beg your Pardon , Widow , I shou'd have done the Civilities of my House before : but , as you say , 't is not too late , I hope .

[ Going to kiss her .
Wid.

What! You think now this was a civil way of begging a Kiss ; and by my Troth , if it were , I see no harm in 't ; 't is a pitiful Favour indeed that is not worth asking for : Tho I have known a Woman speak plainer before now , and not understood neither .

Well .

Not under my Roof . Have at you , Widow .

Wid.

Why , that 's well said , spoke like a Younger Brother , that deserves to have a Widow .

[ He kisses her .

You 're a Younger Brother , I know , by your kissing .

Well .

How so , pray ?

Wid.

Why , you kiss as if you expected to be paid for 't . You have Birdlime upon your Lips. You stick so close , there 's no getting rid of you .

Well .

I am a-kin to a Younger Brother .

Wid.

So much the better : We Widows are commonly the better for Younger Brothers .

Luc.

Better , or worse , most of you . But you won't be much better for him , I can tell you .

[ aside .
Well .

I was a Younger Brother ; but an Uncle of my Mother's has malicionsly left me an Estate , and , I 'm afraid , spoil'd my Fortune .

Wid.

No , no ; an Estate will never spoil your Fortune . I have a good Estate my self , thank Heaven , and a kind Husband that left it behind him .

Well .

Thank Heaven , that took him away from it , Widow , and left you behind him .

Wid.

Nay , Heav'ns Will must be done ; he 's in a better place .

Well .

A better place for you , no doubt on 't : Now you may look about you ; chuse for your self , Mrs. Lackitt , that 's your business ; for I know you design to marry again .

Wid.

O dear ! Not I , I protest and swear ; I don't design it : But I won't swear neither ; one does not know what may happen to tempt one .

Well .

Why , a lusty young Fellow may happen to tempt you .

Wid.

Nay , I 'll do nothing rashly : I 'll resolve against nothing . The Devil they say , is very busy upon these occasions ; especially with the Widows . But if I am to be tempted , it must be with a Young Man , I promise you Mrs. Lucy , Your Brother is a very pleasant Gentleman : I came about Business to him , but he turns every thing into Merriment .

Well .

Business , Mrs. Lackitt . Then , I know , you wou'd have me to your self . Pray leave us together , Sister .

[ Exit Luc.

What am I drawing upon my self here ?

[ aside .
Wid.

You have taken a very pretty House here ; every thing so neat about you already . I hear you are laying out for a Plantation .

Well .

Why , yes truly , I like the Countrey , and wou'd buy a Plantation , if I cou'd , reasonably .

Wid.

O! by all means , reasonably .

Well .

If I cou'd have one to my mind , I wou'd think of settling among you .

Wid.

O! you can't do better . Indeed we can't pretend to have so good company for you , as you had in England ; but we shall make very much of you . For my own part , I assure you , I shall think my self very happy to be more particularly known to you .

Well .

Dear Mrs. Lackitt , you do me too much Honour .

Wid.

Then as to a Plantation , Mr. Welldon , you know I have several to dispose of . Mr. Lackitt , I thank him , has left me , though I say it , the Richest Widow upon the place ; therefore I may afford to use you better than other people can . You shall have one upon any reasonable terms .

Well .

That 's a fair Offer indeed .

Wid.

You shall find me as easy as any body you can have to do with , I assure you . Pray try me , I wou'd have you try me , Mr. Welldon . Well , I like that Name of yours exceedingly , Mr. Welldon .

Well .

My Name !

Wid.

O exceedingly ! If any thing cou'd persuade me to alter my own Name , I verily believe nothing in the world wou'd do it so soon , as to be call'd Mrs. Welldon .

Well .

Why , indeed Welldon does sound something better than Lackitt .

Wid.

O! a great deal better . Not that there is so much in a Name neither . But I don't know , there is something : I shou'd like mightily to be call'd Mrs. Welldon .

Well .

I 'm glad you like my Name .

Wid.

Of all things . But then there 's the misfortune ; one can't change ones Name , without changing ones Condition .

Well .

You 'l hardly think it worth that , I believe .

Wid.

Think it worth what , Sir ? Changing my Condition ? Indeed , Sir , I think it worth every thing . But , alas ! Mr. Welldon , I have been a Widow but Six Months ; 't is too soon to think of changing ones Condition yet ; indeed it is : Pray don't desire it of me : Not but that you may persuade me to any thing , sooner than any Person in the world .

Well .

Who , I , Mrs. Lackitt ?

Wid.

Indeed you may , Mr. Welldon , sooner than any man living . Lord , there 's a great deal in saving a Decency : I never minded it before : Well , I 'm glad you spoke first to excuse my Modesty . But what , Modesty means nothing , and is the Virtue of a Girl , that does not know what she would be at : A Widow should be wiser . Now I will own to you ; but I won't confess neither ; I have had a great Respect for you a great while : I beg your Pardon , Sir , and I must declare to you , indeed I must , if you desire to dispose of all I have in the world , in an Honourable Way , which I don't pretend to be any way deserving your consideration , my Fortune and Person , if you won't understand me without telling you so , are both at your service . Gad so ! another time

Stanmore enters to ' em .
Stan.

So , Mrs. Lackitt , your Widowhood is waneing apace . I see which way 't is going . Welldon , you 're a happy man. The Women and their Favours come home to you .

Wid.

A fiddle of favour , Mr. Stanmore : I am a lone Woman , you know it , left in a great deal of Business ; and Business must be followed or lost . I have several Stocks and Plantations upon my hands , and other things to dispose of , which Mr. Welldon may have occasion for .

Well .

We were just upon the brink of a Bargain , as you came in .

Stan.

Let me drive it on for you .

Well .

So you must , I believe , you or somebody for me .

Stan.

I 'll stand by you : I understand more of this business , than you can pretend to .

Well .

I don't pretend to 't ; 't is quite out of my way indeed .

Stan

If the Widow gets you to her self , she will certainly be too hard for you : I know her of old : She has no Conscience in a Corner ; a very Jew in a bargain , and would circumcise you to get more of you .

Well .

Is this true , Widow ?

Wid.

Speak as you find , Mr. Welldon : I have offer'd you very fair : Think upon 't , and let me hear of you : The sooner the better , Mr. Welldon .

[ Exit .
Stan.

I assure you , my Friend , she 'll cheat you if she can .

Well .

I don't know that ; but I can cheat her , if I will.

Stan.

Cheat her ? How ?

Well .

I can marry her ; and then I 'm sure I have it in my power to chear her .

Stan.

Can you marry her ?

Well .

Yes , faith , so she says : Her pretty Person and Fortune ( which , one with the other , you know , are not contemptible ) are both at my service .

Stan.

Contemptible ! very considerable , I'gad ; very desirable : Why , she 's worth Ten thousand Pounds , man ; a clear Estate : No charge upon 't , but a boobi●y Son : He indeed was to have half ; but his Father begot him , and she breeds him up , not to know or have more than she has a mind to : And she has a mind to something else , it seems .

Well .

There 's a great deal to be made of this .

[ musing .
Stan.

A handsome Fortune may be made on 't ; and I advise you to 't , by all means .

Well .

To marry her ! an old , wanton Witch ! I h●●e her .

Stan.

No matter for that : Let her go to the Devil for you . She 'll cheat her Son of a good Estate for you : That 's a Perquisite of a Widow's Portion always .

Well

I have a design , and will follow her at least , till I have a Pen'worth of the Plantation .

Stan.

I speak as a friend , when I advise you to marry her . For 't is directly against the Interest of my own Family . My Cousin Jack has belabour'd her a good while that way .

Well .

What! Honest Jack ! I ll not hinder him . I 'll give over the thoughts of her .

Stan.

He 'll make nothing on 't ; she does not care for him . I 'm glad you have her in your power .

Well .

I may be able to serve him .

Stan.

Here 's a Ship come into the River ; I was in hopes it had been from England .

Well .

From England !

Stan.

No , I was disappointed ; I long to see this handsome Cousin of yours : The Picture you gave me of her has charm'd me .

Well .

You 'll see whether it has flatter'd her or no , in a little time . If she recover'd of that Illness that was the reason of her staying behind us , I know she will come with the first opportunity . We shall see her , or hear of her death .

Stan.

We 'll hope the best . The Ships from England are expected every day .

Well .

What Ship is this ?

Stan.

A Rover , a Buccaneer , a Trader in Slaves : That 's the Commodity we deal in , you know . If you have a curiosity to see our manner of marketting , I 'll wait upon you .

Well .

We 'll take my Sister with us .

[ Exeunt .
SCENE II. An Open Place . Enter Lieutenant-Governor and Blandford . Gov.

THere 's no resisting your Fortune , Blandford ; you draw all the Prizes .

Blan.

I draw for our Lord Governor , you know ; his Fortune favours me .

Gov.

I grudge him nothing this time ; but if Fortune had favour'd me in the last Sale , the Fair Slave had been mine ; Clemene had been mine .

Blan.

Are you still in love with her ?

Gov.

Every day more in love with her .

Enter Capt. Driver , teaz'd and pull'd about by Widow Lackitt and several Planters . Enter at another door Welldon , Lucia , Stanmore .
Wid.

Here have I six Slaves in my Lot , and not a Man among 'em ; all Women and Children ; what can I do with 'em , Captain ? Pray consider , I am a Woman my self , and can't get my own Slaves , as some of my Neighbours do .

1 Plan.

I have all Men in mine : Pray , Captain , let the Men and Women be mingled together , for Procreation-sake , and the good of the Plantation .

2 Plan.

Ay , ay , a Man and a Woman , Captain , for the good of the Plantation .

Capt.

Let 'em mingle together and be damn'd , what care I ? Would you have me pimp for the good of the Plantation ?

1 Plan.

I am a constant Customer , Captain .

Wid.

I am always Ready Money to you , Captain .

1 Plan.

For that matter , Mistress , my Money is as ready as yours .

Wid.

Pray hear me , Captain .

Capt.

Look you , I have done my part by you ; I have brought the number of Slaves you bargain'd for ; if your Lots have not pleas'd you , you must draw again among your selves .

3 Plan.

I am contented with my Lot.

4 Plan.

I am very well satisfied .

3 Plan.

We 'll have no drawing again .

Capt.

Do you hear , Mistress ? You may hold your tongue : For my part , I expect my Money .

Wid.

Captain , No body questions or scruples the Payment . But I won't hold my tongue ; 't is too much to pray and pay too : One may speak for ones own , I hope .

Capt.

Well , what wou'd you say ?

Wid.

I say no more than I can make out .

Capt.

Out with it then .

Wid.

I 〈◊〉 , things have not been so fair carry'd as they might have been . How do I know how you have juggled together in my absence ? You drew the Lots before I came , I 'm sure .

Capt.

That 's your own fault , Mistress ; you might have come sooner .

Wid.

Then here 's a Prince , as they say , among the Slaves , and you set him down to go as a common Man.

Capt.

Have you a mind to try what a Man he is ? You 'll find him no more than a common Man at your business .

Wid.

Sir , You 're a scurvy Fellow to talk at this rate to me . If my Husband were alive , Gadsbodykins , you wou'd not use me so .

Capt.

Right , Mistress , I would not use you at all .

Wid.

Not use me ! Your Betters every Inch of you , I wou'd have you to know , wou'd be glad to use me , Sirrah . Marry come up here , who are you , I trow ? You begin to think your self a Captain , forsooth , because we call you so . You forget your self as fast as you can ; but I remember you ; I know you for a pitiful paltry Fellow , as you are ; an Upstart to Prosperity ; one that is but just come acquainted with Cleanliness , and that never saw Five Shillings of your own , without deserving to be hang'd for ' em .

Gov.

She has giv'n you a Broadside , Captain ; You 'll stand up to her .

Capt.

Hang her , Stink-pot , I 'll come no near .

Wid.

By this good light , it wou'd make a Woman do a thing she never design'd ; Marry again , tho she were sure to repent it , to be reveng'd of such a

J. Stan.

What 's the matter , Mrs. Lackitt ? Can I serve you ?

Wid.

No , no , you can't serve me : You are for serving your self , I 'm sure . Pray go about your business , I have none for you : You know I have told you so . Lord ! how can you be so troublesome ? nay , so unconscionable , to think that every Rich Widow must throw her self away upon a Young Fellow that has nothing ?

Stan.

Jack , You are answer'd , I suppose .

J. Stan.

I 'll have another pluck at her .

Wid.

Mr. Welldon , I am a little out of order ; but pray bring your Sister to dine with me . Gad's my life , I 'm out of all patience with that pitiful Fellow : My flesh rises at him : I can't stay in the place where he is .

[ Exit .
Blan.

Captain , You have us'd the Widow very familiarly .

Capt.

This is my way ; I have no design , and therefore am not over civil . If she had ever a handsome Daughter to wheedle her out of : Or if I cou'd make any thing of her Booby Son.

Well .

I may improve that hint , and make something of him .

[ aside .
Gov.

She 's very Rich.

Capt.

I 'm rich my self . She has nothing that I want . I have no Leaks to stop . Old Women are Fortune-Menders . I have made a good Voyage , and wou'd reap the fruits of my labour . We plow the deep , my Masters , but our Harvest is on shore . I 'm for a Young Woman .

Stan.

Look about , Captain , there 's one ripe , and ready for the Sickle .

Capt.

A Woman indeed ! I will be acquainced with her : Who is she ?

Well .

My Sister , Sir.

Capt.

Wou'd I were a-kin to her : If she were my Sister , she shou'd never go out of the Family . What say you , Mistress ? You expect I should marry you , I suppose .

Luc.

I shan't be disappointed , if you don 't .

[ turning away .
Well .

She won't break her heart , Sir.

Capt.

But I mean

[ following her .
Well .

And I mean

[ Going between him and Lucia .

That you must not think of her without marrying .

Capt.

I mean so too .

Well .

Why then your meaning 's out .

Capt.

You 're very short .

Well .

I will grow , and be taller for you .

Capt.

I shall grow angry , and swear .

Well .

You 'll catch no fish then .

Capt.

I don't well know whether he designs to affront me , or no.

Stan.

No , no , he 's a little familiar ; 't is his way .

Cap.

Say you so ? Nay , I can be as familiar as he , if that be it . Well , Sir , look upon me full : What say you ? How do you like me for a Brother-in-law ?

Well .

Why yes , faith , you 'll do my business , If we can agree about my Sister 's .

[ turning him about .
Capt.

I don't know whether your Sister will like me , or not : I can't say much to her : But I have Money enough : And if you are her Brother , as you seem to be a-kin to her , I know that will recommend me to you .

Well .

This is your Market for Slaves ; my Sister is a Free Woman , and must not be dispos'd of in publick . You shall be welcome to my House , if you please : And , upon better acquaintance , if my Sister likes you , and I like your Offers ,

Capt.

Very well , Sir , I 'll come and see her .

Gov.

Where are the Slaves , Captain ? They are long a coming .

Blan.

And who is this Prince that 's fallen to my Lot , for the Lord Governor ? Let me know something of him , that I may treat him accordingly ; who is he ?

Capt.

He 's the Devil of a Fellow , I can tell you ; a Prince every Inch of him : You have paid dear enough for him , for all the good he 'll do you : I was forc'd to clap him in Irons , and did not think the Ship safe neither . You are in hostility with the Indians , they say ; they threaten you daily : You had best have an eye upon him .

Blan.

But who is he ?

Gov.

And how do you know him to be a Prince ?

Capt.

He is Son and Heir to the great King of Angola , a mischievous Monarch in those parts , who , by his good will , wou'd never let any of his Neighbours be in quiet . This Son was his General , a plaguy fighting Fellow : I have formerly had dealings with him for Slaves , which he took Prisoners , and have got pretty roundly by him : But the Wars being at an end , and nothing more to be got by the Trade of that Countrey , I made bold to bring the Prince along with me .

Gov.

How could you do that ?

Blan.

What! steal a Prince out of his own Countrey ? Impossible !

Capt.

'T was hard indeed ; but I did it . You must know , this Oroonoko

Blan.

Is that his Name ?

Capt.

Ay , Oroonoko .

Gov.

Oroonoko .

Capt.

Is naturally inquisitive about the Men and Manners of the White Nations . Because I could give him some account of the other Parts of the World , I grew very much into his favour : In return of so great an Honour , you know I cou'd do no less upon my coming away , than invite him on board me : Never having been in a Ship , he appointed his time , and I prepared my Entertainment : He came the next Evening as privately as he cou'd , with about some Twenty along with him . The Punch went round ; and as many of his Attendants as wou'd be dangerous , I sent dead drunk on shore ; the rest we secur'd : And so you have the Prince Oroonoko .

1 Plan.

Gad-a-mercy , Captain , there you were with him , I'faith .

2 Plan.

Such men as you are fit to be employ'd in Publick Affairs : The Plantation will thrive by you .

3 Plan.

Industry shou'd be encourag'd .

Capt.

There 's nothing done without it , Boys . I have made my Fortune this way .

Blan.

Unheard-of Villany !

Stan.

Barbarous Treachery !

Blan.

They applaud him for 't .

Gov.

But , Captain , methinks you have taken a great deal of pains for this Prince Oroonoko ; why did you part with him at the common rate of Slaves ?

Capt.

Why , Lieutenant-Governor , I 'll tell you ; I did design to carry him to England , to have show'd him there ; but I found him troublesome upon my hands , and I 'm glad I 'm rid of him . Oh , ho , here they come .

Black St●ves , Men , Women , and Children , pass across the Stage by two and two ; Aboan , and others of Oroonoko's Attendants two and two ; Oroonoko last of all in Chains .
Luc.

Are all these Wretches Slaves ?

Stan.

All sold , they and their Posterity all Slaves .

Luc.

O miserable Fortune !

Blan.

Most of 'em know no better ; they were born so , and only change their Masters . But a Prince , born only to Command , betray'd and sold ! My heart drops blood for him .

Capt.

Now , Governor , here he comes , pray observe him .

Oro.

So , Sir , You have kept your Word with me .

Capt.

I am a better Christian , I thank you , than to keep it with a Heathen .

Oro. You are a Christian , be a Christian still : If you have any God that teaches you To break your Word , I need not curse you more : Let him cheat you , as you are false to me . You faithful Followers of my better Fortune ! We have been Fellow-Soldiers in the Field ; [ Embracing his Friends . Now we are Fellow-Slaves . This last farewell . Be sure of one thing that will comfort us , Whatever World we next are thrown upon , Cannot be worse than this . [ All Slaves go off , but Oroonoko . Capt.

You see what a Bloody Pagan he is , Governor ; but I took care that none of his Followers should be in the same Lot with him , for fear they shou'd undertake some desperate action , to the danger of the Colony .

Oro. Live still in fear ; it is the Villains Curse , And will revenge my Chains : Fear ev'n me , Who have no pow'r to hurt thee . Nature abhors , And drives thee out from the Society And Commerce of Mankind , for Breach of Faith. Men live and prosper but in Mutual Trust , A Confidence of one another's Truth : That thou hast violated . I have done . I know my Fortune , and submit to it . Gov.

Sir , I am sorry for your Fortune , and wou'd help it , if I cou'd .

Blan.

Take off his Chains . You know your condition ; but you are fall'n into Honourable Hands : You are the Lord Governor's Slave , who will use you nobly : In his absence it shall be my care to serve you .

[ Blanford applying to him .
Oro.

I hear you , but I can believe no more .

Gov.

Captain , I 'm afraid the world won't speak so honourably of this action of yours , as you wou'd have ' em .

Capt.

I have the Money . Let the world speak and be damn'd , I care not .

Oro. I wou'd forget my self . Be satisfied , [ to Blansord . I am above the rank of common Slaves . Let that content you . The Christian there , that knows me , For his own sake will not discover more . Capt.

I have other matters to mind . You have him , and much good may do you with your Prince .

[ Exit . The Planters pulling and staring at Oroonoko .
Blan.

What wou'd you have there ? You stare as if you never saw a Man before . Stand further off .

[ turns 'em away .
Oro. Let 'em stare on . I am unfortunate , but not asham'd Of being so : No , let the Guilty blush , The White Man that betray'd me : Honest Black Disdains to change its Colour . I am ready : Where must I go ? Dispose me as you please . I am not well acquainted with my Fortune , But must learn to know it better : So I know , you say : Degrees make all things easy . Blan.

All things shall be easy .

Oro. Tear off this Pomp , and let me know my self : The slavish Habit best becomes me now . Hard Fare , and Whips , and Chains may overpow'r The frailer flesh , and bow my Body down . But there 's another , Nobler Part of Me , Out of your reach , which you can never tame . Blan. You shall find nothing of this wretchedness You apprehend . We are not Monsters all . You seem unwilling to disclose your self : Therefore for fear the mentioning your Name Should give you new disquiets , I presume To call you Caesar. Oro.

I am my self ; but call me what you please .

Stan.

A very good Name , Caesar.

Gov.

And very fit for his great Character .

Oro.

Was Caesar then a Slave ?

Gov.

I think he was ; to Pirates too : He was a great Conqueror , but unfortunate in his Friends .

Oro.

His Friends were Christians ?

Blan.

No.

Oro.

No! that 's strange .

Gov.

And murder'd by ' em .

Oro.

I wou'd be Caesar there . Yet I will live .

Blan.

Live to be happier .

Oro.

Do what you will with me .

Blan.

I 'll wait upon you , attend , and serve you .

[ Exit with Oroonoko .
Luc.

Well , if the Captain had brought this Prince's Countrey along with him , and wou'd make me Queen of it , I wou'd not have him , after doing so base a thing .

Well

He 's a man to thrive in the world , Sister : He 'll make you the better Jointure .

Luc.

H●ng him , nothing can prosper with him .

Stan.

Enquire into the great Estates , and you will find most of 'em depend upon the same Title of Honesty : The men who raise 'em first are much of the Captain 's Principles .

Well .

Ay , ay , as you say , let him be damn'd for the good of his Family . Come , Sister , we are invited to dinner .

Gov.

Stanmore , You dine with me .

Exeunt Omnes .
ACT II. Scene I. Widow Lackitt's House . Widow Lackitt , Welldon . Well .

THis is so great a Favour , I don't know how to receive it .

Wid.

O dear Sir ! you know how to receive and how to return a Favour , as well as any body , I don't doubt it : 'T is not the first you have had from our Sex , I suppose .

Well .

But this is so unexpected .

Wid.

Lord , how can you say so , Mr. Welldon ? I won't believe you . Don't I know you handsome Gentlemen expect every thing that a Woman can do for you ? And by my troth you 're in the right on 't : I think one can't do too much for a Handsome Gentleman ; and so you shall find it .

Well .

I shall never have such an Offer again , that 's certain : What shall I do ? I am mightily divided .

[ pretending a concern .
Wid. Divided ! O dear , I hope not so , Sir. If I marry , truly I expect to have you to my self . Well .

There 's no danger of that , Mrs. Lackitt . I am divided in my thoughts . My Father upon his Death-bed oblig'd me to see my Sister dispos'd of , before I married my self . 'T is that sticks upon me . They say indeed Promises are to be broken or kept ; and I know 't is a foolish thing to be tied to a Promise ; but I can't help it : I don't know how to get rid of it .

Wid.

Is that all ?

Well .

All in all to me . The Commands of a dying Father , you know , ought to be obey'd .

Wid.

And so they may .

Well .

Impossible , to do me any good .

Wid.

They shan't be your hindrance . You wou'd have a Husband for your Sister , you say : He must be very well to pass too in the world , I suppose ?

Well .

I wou'd not throw her away .

Wid.

Then marry her out of hand to the Sea-Captain you were speaking of .

Well .

I was thinking of him , but 't is to no purpose : She hates him .

Wid.

Does she hate him ? Nay , 't is no matter , an Impudent Rascal as he is , I wou'd not advise her to marry him .

Well .

Can you think of no body else ?

Wid.

Let me see .

Well .

Ay , pray do : I shou'd be loth to part with my good fortune in you for so small a matter as a Sister : But you find how it is with me .

Wid.

Well remembred , I'saith : Well , if I thought you wou'd like of it , I have a Husband for her : What do you think of my Son ?

Well .

You don't think of it your self .

Wid.

I protest but I do : I am in earnest , if you are . He shall marry her within this half hour , if you ll give your consent to it .

Well .

I give my consent ! I 'll answer for my Sister , she shall have him : You may be sure I shall be glad to get over the difficulty .

Wid.

No more to be said then , that difficulty is over . But I vow and swear you frightned me , Mr. Welldon . If I had not had a Son now for your Sister , what must I have done , do you think ? Were not you an ill natur'd thing to boggle at a Promise ? I cou'd break twenty for you .

Well .

I am the more oblig'd to you : But this Son will save all .

Wid.

He 's in the house ; I 'll go and bring him my self .

[ going .

You wou'd do well to break the business to your Sister : She 's within , I ll send her to you .

[ going again , comes back .
Well .

Pray do .

Wid.

But d' you hear ? Perhaps she may stand upon her Maidenly Behaviour , and blush , and play the fool , and delay : But don't be answer'd so : What! she is not a Girl at these years : Shew your Authority , and tell her roundly , she must be married immediately . I 'll manage my Son , I warrant you .

[ goes out in haste .
Well .

The Widow 's in haste , I see : I thought I had laid a rub in the road , about my Sister : But she has stept over that . She 's making way for her self as fast as she can ; but little thinks where she is going : I cou'd tell her she is going to play the fool : But people don't love to hear of their faults : Besides , that is not my business at present .

So , Sister , I have a Husband for you .

[ Enter Lucia .
Luc.

With all my heart : I don't know what Confinement Marriage may be to the Men , but I 'm sure the Women have no liberty without it . I am for any thing that will deliver me from the care of a Reputation , which I begin to find impossible to preserve .

Well .

I 'll ease you of that care : You must be married immediately .

Luc.

The sooner the better ; for I am quite tir'd of setting up for a Husband . The Widow 's foolish Son is the man , I suppose .

Well .

I consider'd your Constitution , Sister ; and finding you wou'd have occasion for a Fool , I have provided accordingly .

Luc.

I don't know what occasion I may have for a Fool when I 'm married : But I find none but Fools have occasion to marry .

Well .

Since he is to be a Fool then , I thought it better for you to have one of his Mother's making than your own ; 't will save you the trouble .

Luc.

I thank you ; you take a great deal of pains for me : But , pray tell me , what are you doing for your self all this while ?

Well .

You were never true to your own secrets , and therefore I won't trust you with mine . Only remember this , I am your elder Sister , and consequently laying my Breeches aside , have as much occasion for a Husband as you can have . I have a Man in my eye , be satisfied .

Enter Widow Lackitt , with her Son Daniel .
Wid.

Come , Daniel , hold up thy head , Child : Look like a Man : You must not take it as you have done . Gad's my life ! there 's nothing to be done with twirling your Hat , Man.

Dan.

Why , Mother , what 's to be done then ?

Wid.

Why look me in the face , and mind what I say to you .

Dan.

Marry , who 's the fool then ? what shall I get by minding what you say to me ?

Wid.

Mrs. Lucy , the Boy is bashful , don't discourage him : Pray come a little forward , and let him salute you .

[ Going between Lucia and Daniel .
Luc.

A fine Husband I am to have truly .

[ to Welldon .
Wid.

Come , Daniel , you must be acquainted with this Gentlewoman .

Dan.

Nay , I 'm not proud , that is not my fault : I am presently acquainted when I know the Company ; but this Gentlewoman is a stranger to me .

Wid.

She is your Mistress ; I have spoke a good word for you ; make her a Bow , and go and kiss her .

Dan.

Kiss her ! Have a care what you say ; I warrant she scorns your words . Such Fine Folk are not us'd to be slopt and kiss'd . Do you think I don't know that , Mother ?

Wid. Try her , try her , Man. [ Daniel bows , she thrusts him forward : Why that 's well done ; go nearer her . Dan.

Is the Devil in the Woman ? Why so I can go nearer her , if you would let a body alone .

[ To his Mother .

Cry you mercy , forsooth ; my Mother is always shaming one before company : She wou'd have me as unmannerly as her self , and offer to kiss you .

[ To Lucia .
Well .

Why , won't you kiss her ?

Dan.

Why , pray , may I ?

Well .

Kiss her , Kiss her , Man.

Dan.

Marry , and I will.

[ Kisses her . ]

Gadsooks ! she kisses rarely ! An' please you , Mistress , and seeing my Mother will have it so , I don't much care if I kiss you again , forsooth .

[ Kisses her again .
Luc.

Well , how do you like me now ?

Dan.

Like you ! marry , I don't know . You have bewitch'd me , I think : I was never so in my born days before .

Wid.

You must marry this Fine Woman , Daniel .

Dan.

Hey day ! marry her ! I was never married in all my life . What must I do with her then , Mother ?

Wid.

You must live with her , eat and drink with her , go to bed with her , and sleep with her .

Dan.

Nay , marry , if I must go to bed with her , I shall never sleep , that 's certain : She 'll break me of my rest , quite and clean , I tell you before-hand . As for eating and drinking with her , why I have a good stomach , and can play my part in any company . But how do you think I can go to bed to a Woman I don't know ?

Well .

You shall know her better .

D●●

Say you so , Sir ?

Well .

Kiss her again .

[ Daniel kisses Lucy .
Dan.

Nay , kissing I find will make us presently acquainted . We 'll steal into a Corner to practise a little , and then I shall be able to do any thing .

Well .

The Young Man mends apace .

Wid.

Pray don't baulk him .

Dan.

Mother , Mother , if you 'll stay in the room by me , and promise not to leave me , I don't care for once if I venture to go to bed with her .

Wid.

There 's a good Child ; go in and put on thy best Cloaths ; pluck up a spirit ; I 'll stay in the room by thee . She won't hurt thee , I warrant thee .

Dan.

Nay , as to that matter , I 'm not afraid of her : I 'll give her as good as she brings : I have a Rowland for her Oliver , and so you may tell her .

[ Exit .
Wid.

Mrs Lucy , we shan't stay for you : You are in a readiness , I suppose .

Well .

She 's always ready to do what I wou'd have her , I must say that for my Sister .

Wid.

'T will be her own another day . Mr. Welldon , we 'll marry 'em out of hand , and then

Well .

And then , Mrs. Lackitt , look to your self .

[ Exeunt .
SCENE II. Oroonoko and Blanford . Oro. YOU grant I have good reason to suspect All the professions you can make to me . Blan. Indeed you have . Oro. The Dog that sold me did profess as much As you can do . But yet I know not why , Whether it is because I 'm fall'n so low , And have no more to fear . That is not it : I am a Slave no longer than I please . 'T is something nobler . Being just my self , I am inclining to think others so : 'T is that prevails upon me to believe you . Blan. You may believe me . Oro. I do believe you . From what I know of you , you are no Fool : Fools only are the Knaves , and live by Tricks : Wise men may thrive without 'em , and be honest . Blan. They won't all take your counsel . [ aside . Oro. You know my Story , and you say you are A Friend to my Misfortunes : That 's a name Will teach you what you owe your self and me . Blan. I 'll study to deserve to be your Friend . When once our Noble Governor arrives , With him you will not need my Interest : He is too generous not to feel your wrongs . But be assurd I will employ my pow'r , And find the means to send you home again . Oro. I thank you , Sir. My honest , wretched Friends ! Their Chains are heavy : They have hardly found [ sighing . So kind a Master . May I ask you , Sir , What is become of ' em ? Perhaps I shou'd not . You will forgive a Stranger . Blan. I 'll enquire , and use my best endeavours , where they are , To have 'em gently us'd . Oro. Once more I thank you . You offer every Cordial that can keep My Hopes alive , to wait a better day . What Friendly Care can do , you have apply'd . But , Oh! I have a Grief admits no Cure. Blan. You do not know , Sir , Oro. Can you raise the dead ? Pursue and overtake the Wings of Time ? And bring about again the Hours , the Days , The Years that made me happy . Blan. That is not to be done . Oro. No , there is nothing to be done for me . [ Kneeling and kissing the Earth . Thou God ador'd ! thou ever-glorious Sun ! If she be yet on Earth , send me a Beam Of thy All-seeing Power to light me to her . Or if thy Sister Goddess has preferr'd Her Beauty to the skies to be a Star ; O tell me where she shines , that I may stand Whole Nights , and gaze upon her . Blan. I am rude , and interrupt you . Oro. I am troublesome : But pray give me your Pardon . My swoll'n Heart Bursts out its passage , and I must complain . O! can you think of nothing dearer to me ? Dearer than Liberty , my Countrey , Friends , Much dearer than my Life ? that I have lost . The tend'rest , best belov'd , and loving Wife . Blan. Alas ! I pity you . Oro. Do , pity me : Pity 's a-kin to Love ; and every thought Of that soft kind is welcome to my Soul. I wou'd be pity'd here . ( if you Blan. I dare not ask more than you please to tell me : but Think it convenient to let me know Your Story , I dare promise you to bear A part in your Distress , if not assist you . Oro. Thou honest-hearted man ! I wanted such , Just such a Friend as thou art , that would sit Still as the night , and let me talk whole days Of my Imoinda . O! I ll tell thee all From first to last ; and pray observe me well . Blan. I will most heedfully . Oro. There was a Stranger in my Father's Court , Valu'd and honour'd much : He was a White , The first I ever saw of your Complexion : He chang'd his gods for ours , and so grew great ; Of many Virtues , and so fam'd in Arms , He still commanded all my Father's Wars . I was bred under him . One Fatal Day , The Armies joining , he before me stept , Receiving in his breast a Poyson'd Dart Levell'd at me ; He dy'd within my Arms. I 've tir'd you already . Blan. Pray go on . Oro. He left an only Daughter , whom he brought An Infant to Angola . When I came Back to the Court , a happy Conqueror ; Humanity oblig'd me to condole With this sad Virgin for a Father's Loss , Lost for my safety . I presented her With all the Slaves of Battel to attone Her Father's Ghost . But when I saw her Face , And heard her speak , I offer'd up my self To be the Sacrifice . She bow'd and blush'd ; I wonder'd and ador'd . The Sacred Pow'r That had subdu'd me , then inspir'd my Tongue , Inclin'd her Heart ; and all our Talk was Love. Blan. Then you were happy . Oro. O! I was too happy . I marry'd her : And though my Countrey 's Custom Indulg'd the Privilege of many Wives , I swore my self never to know but her . She grew with Child , and I grew happier still . O my Imoinda ! but it cou'd not last . Her fatal Beauty reach'd my Father's Ears : He sent for her to Court , where , cursed Court ! No Woman comes , but for his Amorous Use. He raging to possess her , she was forc'd To own her self my Wife . The furious King Started at Incest : But grown desperate , Not daring to enjoy what he desir'd , In mad Revenge , which I cou'd never learn , He Poyson'd her , or sent her far , far off , Far from my hopes ever to see her more . Blan. Most barbarous of Fathers ! the sad Tale Has struck me dumb with wonder . Oro. I have done . I 'le trouble you no farther : now and then , A Sigh will have its way ; that shall be all . [ Enter Stanmore . Stan. Blandford , the Lieutenant Governour is gone to your Plantation . He desires you wou'd bring the Royal Slave with you . The sight of his fair Mistriss , he says , is an Entertainment For a Prince ; he wou'd have his opinion of her . Oro. Is he a Lover ? Blan. So he says himself : he flatters a beautifull Slave , that I have , and calls her Mistress . Oro. Must he then flatter her to call her Mistriss ? I pity the proud Man , who thinks himself Above being in love : what , tho' she be a Slave , She may deserve him . Blan. You shall judge of that , when you see her , Sir. Oro. I go with you . [ Exeunt .
SCENE III. A Plantation . [ L. Governour following Imoinda . ] Gov. I have disturb'd you , I confess my fault , My fair Clemene , but begin again , And I will listen to your mournfull Song , Sweet as the soft complaining Nightingales . While every Note calls out my trembling Soul , And leaves me silent , as the Midnight Groves , Only to shelter you , sing , sing agen , And let me wonder at the many ways You have to ravish me . Imo. O! I can weep Enough for you , and me , if that will please you . Gov. You must not weep : I come to dry your Tears , And raise you from your Sorrow . Look upon me : Look with the Eyes of kind indulging Love , That I may have full cause for what I say : I come to offer you your liberty , And be my self the Slave . You turn away . [ Following her . But every thing becomes you . I may take This pretty hand : I know your Modesty Wou'd draw it back : but you wou'd take it ill , If I shou'd let it go , I know you wou'd . You shall be gently forc'd to please your self ; That you will thank me for . [ She struggles , and gets her hand from him , then he offers to kiss her . Nay if you struggle with me , I must take Imo. You may , my life , that I can part with freely . [ Exit . [ Enter Blanford , Stanmore , Oroonoko to him . ] Blan.

So , Governour , we don't disturb you , I hope : your Mistriss has left you : you were making Love , she 's thankfull for the Honour , I suppose .

Gov. Quite insensible to all I say , and do : When I speak to her , she sighs , or weeps , But never answers me as I wou'd have her . Stan. There 's something nearer than her Slavery , that touches her . Blan. What do her fellow Slaves say of her ? cann't they find the cause ? Gov.

Some of 'em , who pretend to be wiser than the rest , and hate her , I suppose , for being us'd better than they are , will needs have it that she 's with Child .

Blan. Poor wretch ! if it be so , I pity her : She has lost a husband , that perhaps was dear To her , and then you cannot blame her . Oro. If it be so , indeed you cannot blame her . [ Sighing . Gov. No , no , it is not so : if it be so , I still must love her : and desiring still , I must enjoy her . Blan. Try what you can do with fair means , and wellcome . Gov. I 'll give you ten Slaves for her . Blan. You know she is our Lord Governour 's : but if I could Dispose of her , I wou'd not now , especially to you . Gov. Why not to me ? Blan I mean against her Will. You are in love with her . And we all know what your desires wou'd have : Love stops at nothing but possession . Were she within your pow'r , you do not know How soon you wou'd be tempted to forget The Nature of the Deed , and , may be , act A violence , you after wou'd repent . Oro. 'T is Godlike in you to protect the weak . Gov. Fye , fye , I wou'd not force her . Tho' she be A Slave , her Mind is free , and shou'd consent . Oro. Such Honour will engage her to consent : And then , if you 'r in love , she 's worth the having . Shall we not see this wonder ? Gov. Have a care ; You have a Heart , and she has conquering Eyes . Oro. I have a Heart : but if it cou'd be false To my first Vows , ever to love agen , These honest Hands shou'd tear it from my Breast , And throw the Traytor from me . O! Imoinda ! Living or dead , I can be only thine . Blan. Imoinda was his Wife : she 's either dead , Or living , dead to him : forc't from his Arms By an inhuman Father . Another time I 'le tell you all . [ To Gov. and Stanmore . ] Stan. Hark! the Slaves have done their work ; And now begins their Evening merriment . Blan. The Men are all in love with fair Clemene As much as you are : and the Women hate her , From an instinct of natural jealousie . They sing , and dance , and try their little tricks To entertain her , and divert her sadness . May be she is among 'em : shall we see ? [ Exeunt . The Scene drawn shews the Slaves , Men , Women , and Children upon the Ground , some rise and dance , others sing the following Songs .
A SONG . [ By an unknown hand . ] Sett by Mr. Courtevill , and sung by the Boy to Miss Cross. I. A Lass there lives upon the Green , Cou'd I her Picture draw ; A brighter Nymph was never seen , That looks , and reigns a little Queen , And keeps the Swains in awe . II. Her Eyes are Cupid's Darts , and Wings , Her Eyebrows are his Bow ; Her Silken Hair the Silver Strings , Which sure and swift destruction brings To all the Vale below . III. If Pastorella's dawning Light Can warm , and wound us so : Her Noon will shine so piercing bright , Each glancing beam will kill outright , And every Swain subdue .
A SONG , by Mr. Cheek . Sett by Mr. Courtevill , and sung by Mr. Leveridge . I. Bright Cynthia's Pow'r divinely great , What Heart is not obeying ? A thousand Cupids on her wait , And in her Eyes are playing . II. She seems the Queen of Love to reign , For She alone dispences Such Sweets , as best can entertain The Gust of all the Senses . III. Her Face a charming prospect brings ; Her Breath gives balmy Blisses : I hear an Angel , when she sings , And taste of Heaven in Kisses . IV. Four Senses thus she feasts with joy , From Nature's richest Treasure : Let me the other Sense employ , And I shall dye with pleasure .
During the Entertainment , the Governour , Blanford , Stanmore , Oroonoko , enter as Spectators ; that ended , Captain , Driver , Jaek Stanmore , and several Planters enter with their Swords drawn . [ A Bell rings . Capt. Where are you , Governour ? make what hast you can To save your self , and the whole Colony . I bid 'em ring the Bell. Gov. What 's the matter ? J. Stan. The Indians are come down upon us : They have plunder'd some of the Plantations already , And are marching this way , as fast as they can . Gov. What can we do against ' em ? Blan. We shall be able to make a stand , Till more Planters come in to us . J. Stan. There are a great many more without , If you wou'd show your self , and put us in order . Gov. There 's no danger of the White Slaves , they 'll not stir : Blanford , and Stanmore come you along with me : Some of you stay here to look after the Black Slaves . All go out but the Captain , and 6 Planters , who all at once seize Oroonoko . 1. Plan. Ay , ay , let us alone . Capt. In the first place we secure you , Sir , As an Enemy to the Government . Oro. Are you there , Sir , you are my constant Friend . 1 Plan. You will be able to do a great deal of mischief . Capt.

But we shall prevent you : bring the Irons hither .

He has the malice of a Slave in him , and wou'd be glad to be cutting his Masters Throats , I know him . Chain his hands and feet , that he may not run over to 'em : if they have him , they shall carry him on their backs , that I can tell ' em .

[ As they are chaining him , Blanford enters , runs to ' em .
Blan. What are you doing there ? Capt. Securing the main chance : this is a bosom enemy . Blan.

Away you Brutes : I 'll answer with my life for his behaviour ; so tell the Governour .

Capt. and Plan. Well , Sir , so we will. Exeunt Capt. and Planters . Oro. Give me a Sword and I 'll deserve your trust . A Party of Indians enter , hurrying Imoinda among the Slaves ; another Party of Indians sustains 'em retreating , follow'd at a distance by the Governour with the Planters : Blanford , Oroonoko joyn ' em . Blan.

Hell , and the Devil ! they drive away our Slaves before our Faces . Governour , can you stand tamely by , and suffer this ? Clemene , Sir , your Mistriss is among ' em .

Gov. We throw our selves away , in the attempt to rescue ' em . Oro. A Lover cannot fall more glorious , Than in the cause of Love. He that deserves His Mistress's favour wonnot stay behind : I 'le lead you on , be bold , and follow me . Oroonoko at the head of the Planters , falls upon the Indians with a great shout , beats 'em off . Imoinda enters . Imo. I 'm tost about by my tempestuous Fate , And no where must have rest ; Indians , or English ! Whoever has me , I am still a Slave . No matter whose I am , since I am no more , My Royal Masters ; Since I 'm his no more . O I was happy ! nay , I will be happy , In the dear thought that I am still his Wife , Tho' far divided from him . [ Draws off to a corner of the Stage . After a shout , enter the Governour with Oroonoko , Blanford , Stanmore , and the Planters . Gov. Thou glorious Man ! thou something greater sure Than Caesar ever was ! that single Arm Has sav'd us all : accept our general thanks . All bow to Oroonoko . And what we can do more to recompense Such noble services , you shall command . Clemene too shall thank you , she is safe Look up , and bless your brave deliverer . [ Brings Clemene forward , looking down on the ground . Oro. Bless me indeed ! Blan. You start ! Oro. O all you Gods ! Who govern this great World , and bring about Things strange , and unexpected , can it be ? Gov. What is 't you stare'at so ? Oro. Answer me some of you , you who have power , And have your Senses free : or are you all Struck thro' with wonder too ? [ Looking still fixt on her . Blan. What wou'd you know ? Oro. My Soul steals from my Body thro' my Eyes : All that is left of life , I 'll gaze away , And die upon the Pleasure . Gov. This is strange ! Oro. If you but mock me with her Image here : If she be not Imoinda She looks upon him , and falls into a Swoon , he runs to her . Ha! she faints ! Nay , then it must be she : it is Imoinda : My Heart confesses her , and leaps for joy , To welcome her to her own Empire here . I feel her all , in every part of me . O! let me press her in my eager Arms , Wake her to life , and with this kindling Kiss Give back that Soul , she only sent to me . [ Kisses her . Gov. I am amaz'd ! Blan. I am as much as you . Oro. Imoinda ! O! thy Oroonoko calls . [ Imoinda coming to life . Imo. My Oroonoko ! O! I can't believe What any Man can say . But if I am To be deceiv'd , there 's something in that Name , That Voice , that Face , [ Staring on him , O! if I know my self , I cannot be mistaken . [ Runs , and embraces Oroonoko . Oro. Never here ; You cannot be mistaken : I am yours , Your Oroonoko , all that you wou'd have , Your tender loving Husband . Imo. All indeed That I wou'd have : my Husband ! then I am Alive , and waking to the Joys I feel : They were so great , I cou'd not think 'em true . But I believe all that you say to me : For Truth it self , and everlasting Love Grows in this Breast , and pleasure in these arms . Oro. Take , take me all : enquire into my heart , ( You know the way to every secret there ) My Heart , the sacred treasury of Love : And if , in absence , I have mis-employ'd A Mite from the rich store : if I have spent A Wish , a Sigh , but what I sent to you : May I be curst to wish , and sigh in vain , And you not pity me . Imo. O! I believe , And know you by my self . If these sad Eyes , Since last we parted , have beheld the Face Of any Comfort ; or once wish'd to see The light of any other Heaven , but you : May I be struck this moment blind , and lose Your blessed sight , never to find you more . Oro. Imoinda ! O! this separation Has made you dearer , if it can be so , Than you were ever to me . You appear Like a kind Star to my benighted Steps , To guide me on my way to happiness : I cannot miss it now . Governour , Friend , You think me mad : but let me bless you all , Who , any way , have been the Instruments Of finding her again . Imoinda's found ! And every thing , that I wou'd have in her . [ Embracing her in the most passionate Fondness . Stan. Where 's your Mistriss now , Governour ? Gov. Why , where most Men's Mistrisses are forc'd to be sometimes , With her Husband , it seems : but I won't lose her so . [ Aside . Stan. He has fought lustily for her , and deserves her , I 'll say that for him . Blan. Sir we congratulate your happiness : I do most heartily . Gov. And all of us : but how it comes to pass Oro. That will require more precious time than I can spare you now . I have a thousand things to ask of her , And she as many more to know of me . But you have made me happier , I confess , Acknowledge it , much happier , than I Have words , or pow'r to tell you . Captain , you , Ev'n you , who most have wrong'd me , I forgive . I won't say you have betray'd me now : I 'll think you but the minister of Fate , To bring me to my lov'd Imoinda here . Imo. How , how shall I receive you ? how be worthy Of such Endearments , all this tenderness ? These are the Transports of Prosperity , When Fortune smiles upon us . Oro. Let the Fools , who follow Fortune , live upon her smiles . All our Prosperity is plac'd in Love. We have enough of that to make us happy . This little spot of Earth you stand upon , Is more to me , than the extended Plains Of my great Father's Kingdom . Here I reign In full delights , in Joys to Pow'r unknown ; Your Love my Empire , and your Heart my Throne . [ Exeunt .
ACT III. SCENE I. [ Aboan with several Slaves , Hottman . ] Hott . WHat ! to be Slaves to Cowards ! Slaves to Rogues ! Who cann't defend themselves ! Abo. Who is this Fellow ? he talks as if he were acquainted With our design : is he one of us ? [ Aside to his own Gang. Slav. Not yet : but he will be glad to make one , I believe . Abo. He makes a mighty noise . Hott . Go , sneak in Corners ; whisper out your Griefs , For fear your Masters hear you : cringe and crouch Under the bloody whip , like beaten Currs , That lick their Wounds , and know no other cure . All , wretches all ! you feel their cruelty , As much as I can feel , but dare not groan . For my part , while I have a Life and Tongue , I 'll curse the Authors of my Slavery . Abo. Have you been long a Slave ? Hott . Yes , many years . Abo. And do you only curse ? Hott . Curse ? only curse ? I cannot conjure , To raise the Spirits of other Men : I am but one . O! for a Soul of fire , To warm , and animate our common Cause , And make a body of us : then I wou'd Do something more than curse . Abo. That body set on Foot , you wou'd be one , A limb , to lend it motion . Hott . I wou'd be the Heart of it : the Head , the Hand , and Heart . Wou'd I cou'd see the day . Abo. You will do all your self . Hott . I wou'd do more , than I shall speak : but I may find a time . Abo. The time may come to you ; be ready for 't . Methinks he talks too much : I 'll know him more , Before I trust him farther . Slav. If he dares half what he says , he 'll be of use to us . [ Enter Blanford to ' em . ] Blan. If there be any one among you here , That did belong to Oroonoko , speak , I come to him . Abo. I did belong to him : Aboan ; my Name . Blan. You are the Man I want ; pray , come with me . [ Exeunt .
SCENE II. [ Oroonoko and Imoinda . ] Oro. I do not blame my Father for his Love : ( Tho' that had been enough to ruine me ) 'T was Nature's fault , that made you like the Sun , The reasonable worship of Mankind : He cou'd not help his Adoration . Age had not lock'd his Sences up so close , But he had Eyes , that open'd to his Soul , And took your Beauties in : he felt your pow'r , And therefore I forgive his loving you . But when I think on his Barbarity , That cou'd expose you to so many Wrongs ; Driving you out to wretched Slavery , Only for being mine ; then I confess , I with I cou'd forget the Name of Son , That I might curse the Tyrant . Imo. I will bless him , for I have found you here : Heav'n only knows . What is reserv'd for us : but if we ghess The future by the past , our Fortune must Be wonderfull , above the common Size Of good or ill ; it must be in extreams : Extreamly happy , or extreamly wretched . Oro. 'T is in our pow'r to make it happy now . Imo. But not to keep it so . [ Enter Blanford and Aboan . Blan. My Royal Lord ! I have a Present for you . Oro. Aboan ! Abo. Your lowest Slave . Oro. My try'd and valu'd Friend . This worthy Man always prevents my wants : I only wish'd , and he has brought thee to me . Thou art surpriz'd : carry thy duty there ; [ Aboan goes : to Imoinda and falls at her Feet . While I acknowledge mine , how shall I thank you . Blan. Believe me honest to your interest , And I am more than paid . I have secur'd , That all your Followers shall be gently us'd . This Gentleman , your chiefest Favourite , Shall wait upon your Person , while you stay among us . Oro. I owe every thing to you . Blan. You must not think you are in Slavery . Oro. I do not find I am . Blan. Kind Heaven has miraculously sent Those Comforts , that may teach you to expect Its farther care , in your deliverance . Oro. I sometimes think my self , Heav'n is concern'd : For my deliverance . Blan. It will be soon : You may expect it . Pray , in the mean time , Appear as chearfull as you can among us . You have some Enemies , that represent You dangerous , and wou'd be glad to find A Reason , in your discontent , to fear : They watch your looks . But there are honest Men , Who are your Friends : You are secure in them . Oro. I thank you for your caution . Blan. I will leave you : And be assur'd , I wish your liberty . [ Exit . Abo. He speaks you very fair . Oro. He means me fair . Abo. If he should not , my Lord. Oro. If , he should not . I 'll not suspect his Truth : but if I did , What shall I get by doubting ? Abo. You secure , not to be disappointed : but besides , There 's this advantage in suspecting him : When you put off the hopes of other men , You will rely upon your God-like self : And then you may be sure of liberty . Oro. Be sure of liberty ! what dost thou mean ; Advising to rely upon my self ? I think I may be sure on 't : we must wait : 'T is worth a little patience . [ Turning to Imoinda Abo. O my Lord ! Oro. What dost thou drive at ? Abo. Sir , another time , You wou'd have found it sooner : but I see Love has your Heart , and takes up all your thoughts . Oro. And canst thou blame me ? Abo. Sir , I must not blame you . But as our fortune stands there is a Passion ( Your pardon Royal Mistriss , I must speak : ) That wou'd become you better than your Love : A brave resentment ; which inspir'd by you , Might kindle , and diffuse a generous rage Among the Slaves , to rouze and shake our Chains , And struggle to be free . Oro. How can we help our selves ? Abo. I knew you , when you wou'd have found a way . How , help our selves ! the very Indians teach us : We need but to attempt our Liberty , And we may carry it . We have Hands sufficient , Double the number of our Masters force , Ready to be employ'd . What hinders us To set 'em then at work ? we want but you , To head our enterprize , and bid us strike . Oro. What wou'd you do ? Abo. Cut our Oppressors Throats . Oro. And you wou'd have me joyn in your design of Murder ? Abo. It deserves a better Name : But be it what it will , 't is justified By self-defence , and natural liberty . Oro. I 'll hear no more on 't . Abo. I am sorry for 't . Oro. Nor shall you think of it . Abo. Not think of it ! Oro. No , I command you not . Abo. Remember Sir , You are a Slave your self , and to command , Is now anothers right . Not think of it ! Since the first moment they put on my Chains , I 've thought of nothing but the weight of 'em , And how to throw 'em off : can yours sit easie ? Oro. I have a sense of my condition , As painfull , and as quick , as yours can be . I feel for my Imoinda and my self ; Imoinda much the tenderest part of me . But though I languish for my liberty , I wou'd not buy it at the Christian Price Of black Ingratitude : they shannot say , That we deserv'd our Fortune by our Crimes . Murder the Innocent ! Abo. The Innocent ! Oro. These men are so , whom you wou'd rise against : If we are Slaves , they did not make us Slaves ; But bought us in an honest way of trade : As we have done before 'em , bought and sold Many a wretch , and never thought it wrong . They paid our Price for us , and we are now Their Property , a part of their Estate , To manage as they please . Mistake me not , I do not tamely say , that we should bear All they could lay upon us : but we find The load so light , so little to be felt , ( Considering they have us in their power , And may inflict what grievances they please ) We ought not to complain . Abo. My Royal Lord ! You do not know the heavy Grievances , The Toyls , the Labours , weary Drudgeries , Which they impose ; Burdens , more fit for Beasts , For senseless Beasts to bear , than thinking Men. Then if you saw the bloody Cruelties , They execute on every slight offence ; Nay sometimes in their proud , insulting sport : How worse than Dogs , they lash their fellow Creatures : Your heart wou'd bleed for ' em . O cou'd you know How many Wretches lift their Hands and Eyes To you , for their Relief . Oro. I pity 'em , And wish I cou'd with honesty do more . Abo. You must do more , and may , with honesty . O Royal Sir , remember who you are , A Prince , born for the good of other Men : Whose God-like Office is to draw the Sword Against Oppression , and set free Mankind : And this , I 'm sure , you think Oppression now . What tho' you have not felt these miseries , Never believe you are oblig'd to them : They have their selfish reasons , may be , now , For using of you well : but there will come A time , when you must have your share of ' em . Oro. You see how little cause I have to think so : Favour'd in my own Person , in my Friends ; Indulg'd in all that can concern my care , In my Imoinda's soft Society . [ Embracing her . Abo. And therefore wou'd you lye contented down , In the forgetfulness , and arms of Love , To get young Princes for ' em ? Oro. Say'st thou ! ha ! Abo. Princes , the Heirs of Empire , and the last Of your illustrious Lineage , to be born To pamper up their Pride , and be their Slaves ? Oro. Imoinda ! save me , save me from that thought . Imo. There is no safety from it : I have long Suffer'd it with a Mother's labouring pains ; And can no longer . Kill me , kill me now , While I am blest , and happy in your love ; Rather than let me live to see you hate me : As you must hate me ; me , the only cause ; The Fountain of these flowing miseries : Dry up this Spring of Life , this pois'nous Spring , That swells so fast , to overwhelm us all . Oro. Shall the dear Babe , the eldest of my hopes , Whom I begot a Prince , be born a Slave ? The treasure of this Temple was design'd T' enrich a Kingdoms Fortune : shall it here Be seiz'd upon by vile unhallow'd hands , To be employ'd in uses most prophane ? Abo. In most unworthy uses ; think of that ; And while you may , prevent it . O my Lord ! Rely on nothing that they say to you . They speak you fair , I know , and bid you wait . But think what 't is to wait on promises : And promises of Men , who know no tye Upon their words , against their interest : And where 's their interest in freeing you ? Imo. O! where indeed , to lose so many Slaves ? Abo. Nay grant this Man , you think so much your Friend , Be honest , and intends all that he says : He is but one ; and in a Government , Where , he confesses , you have Enemies , That watch your looks : what looks can you put on , To please these men , who are before resolv'd To read 'em their own own way ? alas ! my Lord ! If they incline to think you dangerous , They have their knavish Arts to make you so . And then who knows how far their cruelty May carry their revenge ? Imo. To every thing , That does belong to you ; your Friends , and me ; I shall be torn from you , forc't away , Helpless , and miserable : shall I live To see that day agen ? Oro. That day shall never come . Abo. I know you are perswaded to believe The Governour 's arrival will prevent These mischiess , and bestow your liberty : But who is sure of that ? I rather fear More mischiess from his coming : he is young , Luxurious , passionate , and amorous : Such a Complexion , and made bold by power , To countenance all he is prone to do ; Will know no bounds , no law against his Lusts : If , in a fit of his Intemperance , With a strong hand , he should resolve to seize , And force my Royal Mistress from your Arms , How can you help your self ? Oro. Ha! thou hast rouz'd The Lion in his den , he stalks abroad , And the wide Forrest trembles at his roar . I find the danger now : my Spirits start At the alarm , and from all quarters come To Man my Heart , the Citadel of love . It there a power on Earth to force you from me ? And shall I not resist it ? not strike first To keep , to save you ? to prevent that curse ? This is your Cause , and shall it not prevail ? O! you were born all ways to conquer me . Now I am fashion'd to thy purpose : speak , What Combination , what Conspiracy , Woud'st thou engage me in ? He undertake All thou woud'st have me now for liberty , For the great Cause of Love and Liberty . Abo. Now , my great Master , you appear your self . And since we have you joyn'd in our design , It cannot fail us . I have muster'd up The choicest Slaves , Men who are sensible Of their condition , and seem most resolv'd : They have their several parties . Oro : Summon 'em , Assemble 'em : I will come forth , and shew My self among 'em : if they are resolv'd , I 'le lead their formost resolutions . Abo. I have provided those will follow you . Oro. With this reserve in our proceeding still , The means that lead us to our liberty , Must not be bloody . Abo. You command in all . We shall expect you , Sir. Oro. You shannot long . Exeunt Oroonoko and Imoinda at one Door , Aboan at another .
SCENE III. [ Welldon coming in before Mrs. Lackit . ] Wid.

These unmannerly Indians were something unseasonable , to disturb us just in the nick , Mr. Weldon : but I have the Parson within call still , to doe us the good turn .

Well .

We had best stay a little I think , to see things settled agen , had not we ? Marriage is a serious thing you know .

Wid.

What do you talk of a serious thing , Mr. Welldon ? I think you have found me sufficiently serious : I have marry'd my Son to your Sister , to pleasure you : and now I come to claim your promise to me , you tell me marriage is a serious thing .

Well .

Why , is it not ?

Wid.

Fidle fadle , I know what it is : 't is not the first time I have been marry'd , I hope : but I shall begin to think , you don't design to do fairly by me , so I shall .

Well .

Why indeed , Mrs Lackit , I am afraid I can't do as fairly as I wou'd by you . 'T is what you must know , first or last ; and I shou'd be the worst man in the world to conceal it any longer ; therefore I must own to you , that I am marry'd already .

Wid.

Marry'd ! you don't say so I hope ! how have you the Conscience to tell me such a thing to my face ! have you abus'd me then , fool'd and cheated me ? What do you take me for , Mr. Welldon ? do you think I am to be serv'd at this rate ? but you shan't find me the silly creature , you think me : I wou'd have you to know , I understand better things , than to ruine my Son without a valuable consideration . If I can't have you , I can keep my Money . Your Sister shan't have the catch of him , she expected : I won't part with a Shilling to ' em .

Well .

You made the match your self , you know , you can't blame me .

Wid. Yes , yes , I can , and do blame you : You might have told me before you were marry'd . Well .

I wou'd not have told you now ; but you follow'd me so close , I was forc'd to 't : indeed I am marry'd in England ; but 't is , as if I were not ; for I have been parted from my Wife a great while : and to do reason on both sides , we hate one another heartily . Now I did design , and will marry you still , if you 'll have a little patience .

Wid.

A likely business truly .

Well .

I have a Friend in England that I will write to , to poyson my Wife , and then I can marry you with a good Conscience , if you love me , as you say you do ; you 'll consent to that , I 'm sure .

Wid.

And will he do it , do you think ?

Well .

At the first word , or he is not the Man I take him to be .

Wid. Well , you are a dear Devil , Mr. Welldon : And wou'd you poyson your Wife for me ? Well .

I wou'd do any thing for you .

Wid. Well , I am mightily oblig'd to you . But 't will be a great while before you can have an answer of your Letter . Well .

'T will be a great while indeed .

Wid.

In the mean time , Mr. Welldon

Well . Why in the mean time Here 's company : we 'll settle that within . I 'll follow you . [ Exit Widow . [ Enter Stanmore . ] Stan. So , Sir , you carry your business swimmingly : You have stolen a Wedding , I hear . Well .

Ay , my Sister is marry'd : and I am very near being run away with my self .

Stan.

The Widow will have you then .

Well . You come very seasonably to my rescue : Jack Stanmore is to be had , I hope . Stan.

At half an hours warning .

Well .

I must advise with you .

[ Exeunt .
SCENE IV. [ Oroonoko with Aboan , Hottman , Slaves . ] Oro. Impossible ! nothing's impossible : We know our strength only by being try'd . If you object the Mountains , Rivers , Woods Unpassable , that lie before our March : Woods we can set on fire : we swim by nature : What can oppose us then , but we may tame ? All things submit to vertuous industry : That we can carry with us , that is ours . Slave . Great Sir , we have attended all you said , With silent joy and admiration : And , were we only Men , wou'd follow such , So great a Leader , thro' the untry'd World. But , oh ! consider we have other Names , Husbands and Fathers , and have things more dear To us , than Life , our Children , and our Wives , Unfit for such an expedition : What must become of them ? Oro. We wonnot wrong The virtue of our Women , to believe There is a Wife among 'em , wou'd refuse To share her Husband's fortune . What is hard , We must make easie to 'em in our Love : while we live , And have our Limbs , we can take care for them ; Therefore I still propose to lead our march Down to the Sea , and plant a Colony : Where , in our native innocence , we shall live Free , and be able to desend our selves ; Till stress of weather , or some accident Provide a Ship for us . Abo. An accident ! the luckiest accident presents it self : The very Ship , that brought and made us Slaves , Swims in the River still ; I see no cause But we may seize on that . Oro. It shall be so : There is a justice in it pleases me . Do you agree to it ? [ To the Slaves . Omn. We follow you . Oro. You do not relish it . [ To Hottman . Hott . I am afraid You 'll find it difficult , and dangerous . Abo. Are you the Man to find the danger first ? You shou'd have giv'n example . Dangerous ! I thought you had not understood the word ; You , who wou'd be the Head , the Hand , and Heart : Sir , I remember you , you can talk well ; I wonnot doubt but you 'll maintain your word . Oro. This Fellow is not right , I 'll try him further . [ To Aboan . The danger will be certain to us all : And Death most certain in miscarrying . We must expect no mercy , if we fail : Therefore our way must be not to expect : We 'll put it out of expectation , By Death upon the place , or Liberty . There is no mean , but Death or Liberty . There 's no Man here , I hope , but comes prepar'd For all that can befall him . Oro. Death is all : In most conditions of humanity To be desir'd but to be shun'd in none : The remedy of many ; wish of some ; And certain end of all . If there be one among us , who can fear The face of Death appearing like a Friend , As in this cause of Honour Death must be : How will he tremble , when he sees him drest In the wild fury of our Enemies , In all the terrors of their cruelty ? For now if we shou'd fall into their hands , Cou'd they invent a thousand murd'ring ways , By racking Torments , we shou'd feel 'em all . Hott . What will become of us ? Oro. Observe him now . [ To Aboan concerning Hottman . I cou'd die altogether , like a Man : As you , and you , and all of us may do : But who can promise for his bravery Upon the Rack ? where fainting , weary life , Hunted thro' every Limb , is forc'd to feel An agonizing death of all its parts ? Who can bear this ? resolve to be empal'd ? His Skin flead off , and roasted yet alive ? The quivering flesh torn from his broken Bones , By burning Pincers ? who can bear these Pains ? Hott . They are not to be born . [ Discovering all the confusion of fear . Oro. You see him now , this Man of mighty words ! Abo. How his Eyes roul ! Oro. He cannot hide his fear : I try'd him this way , and have found him out . Abo. I cou'd not have believ'd it . Such a Blaze , And not a spark of Fire ! Oro. His violence , Made me suspect him first : now I 'm convinc'd . Abo. What shall we do with him ? Oro. He is not fit Abo. Fit ! hang him , he is only fit to be Just what he is , to live and die a Slave : The base Companion of his servile Fears . Oro. We are not safe with him . Abo. Do you think so ? Oro. He 'll certainly betray us . Abo. That he shan't : I can take care of that : I have a way To take him off his evidence . Oro. What way ? Abo. I 'll stop his mouth before you , stab him here , And then let him inform . [ Going to stab Hottman , Oroonoko holds him . Oro. Thou art not mad ? Abo. I wou'd secure our selves . Oro. It shannot be this way ; nay cannot be : His Murder wou'd alarm all the rest , Make 'em suspect us of Barbarity , And , may be , fall away from our design . We 'll not set out in Blood : we have , my Friends , This Night to furnish what we can provide , For our security , and just defence . If there be one among us , we suspect Of baseness , or vile fear , it will become Our common care , to have our Eyes on him : I wonnot name the Man. Abo. You ghess at him . [ To Hottman . Oro. To morrow , early as the breaking day , We rendezvous behind the Citron Grove . That Ship secur'd , we may transport our selves To our respective homes : my Fathers Kingdom Shall open her wide arms to take you in , And nurse you for her own , adopt you all , All , who will follow me . Omn. All , all follow you . Oro. There I can give you all your liberty ; Bestow its Blessings , and secure 'em yours . There you shall live with honour , as becomes My Fellow-sufferers , and worthy Friends : This if we do succeed : But if we fall In our attempt , 't is nobler still to dye , Than drag the galling yoke of slavery . [ Exeunt Omnes . ]
ACT IV.
SCENE I. [ Welldon and Jack Stanmore . ] Well .

YOU see , honest Jack , I have been industrious for you : you must take some pains now to serve your self .

J. Stan.

Gad , Mr. Welldon , I have taken a great deal of pains : And if the Widow speaks honestly , faith and troth , She 'll tell you what a pains-taker I am .

Well . Fie , fie , not me : I am her Husband you know : She won't tell me what pains you have taken with her : Besides , she takes you for me . J. Stan. That 's true : I forgot you had marry'd her . But if you knew all Well .

'T is no matter for my knowing all : if she does

J. Stan.

Ay , ay , she does know , and more than ever she knew since she was a woman , for the time ; I will be bold to say : for I have done

Well .

The Devil take you , you 'll never have done .

J. Stan.

As old as she is , she has a wrincle behind more than she had , I believe

For I have taught her , what she never knew in her life before .

Well .

What care I what wrincles she has ? or what you have taught her ? If you 'll let me advise you , you may ; if not , you may prate on , and ruine the whole design .

J. Stan.

Well , well , I have done .

Well .

No body , but your Cozin , and you , and I , know any thing of this matter . I have marry'd Mrs. Lackit ; and put you to bed to her , which she knows nothing of , to serve you : in two or three days I 'll bring it about so , to resign up my claim , with her consent , quietly to you .

J. Stan.

But how will you do it ?

Well .

That must be my business : in the mean time , if you should make any noise , 't will come to her Ears , and be impossible to reconcile her .

J. Stan.

Nay , as for that , I know the way to reconcile her , I warrant you .

Well .

But how will you get her Money ? I am marry'd to her .

J. Stan.

That I don't know indeed .

Well .

You must leave it to me , you find , all the pains I shall put you to , will be to be silent : you can hold your Tongue for two or three days ?

J. Stan.

Truly , not well , in a matter of this nature : I should be very unwilling to lose the reputation of this nights work , and the pleasure of telling .

Well .

You must mortifie that vanity a little : you will have time enough to brag , and lie of your Manhood , when you have her in a bare-fac'd condition to disprove you .

J. Stan.

Well , I 'll try what I can do : the hopes of her Money must do it .

Well .

You 'll come at night again ? 't is your own business .

J. Stan.

But you have the credit on 't .

Well . 'T will be your own another day , as the Widow says . Send your Cozin to me : I want his advise . J. Stan.

I want to be recruited , I 'm sure , a good Breakfast , and to Bed : She has rock'd my Cradle sufficiently .

[ Exit .
Well .

She wou'd have a Husband ; and if all be , as he says , she has no reason to complain : but there 's no relying on what the Men say upon these occasions : they have the benefit of their bragging , by recommending their abilities to other Women : theirs is a trading Estate , that lives upon credit , and increases by removing it out of one Bank into another . Now poor Women have not these opportunities : we must keep our stocks dead by us ; at home , to be ready for a purchase , when it comes , a Husband , let him be never so dear , and be glad of him : or venture our Fortunes abroad on such rotten security , that the principal and interest , nay very often our persons are in danger . If the Women wou'd agree ( which they never will ) to call home their Effects , how many proper Gentlemen wou'd sneak into another way of living , for want of being responsible in this ? then Husbands wou'd be cheaper . Here comes the Widow , she 'll tell truth : she 'll not bear false Witness against her own interest , I know .

[ Enter Widow Lackit . ]
Well .

Now , Mrs. Lackit .

Wid.

Well , well , Lackit , or what you will now ; now I am marry'd to you : I am very well pleas'd with what I have done , I assure you .

Well .

And with what I have done too , I hope .

Wid.

Ah! Mr. Welldon ! I say nothing , but you 're a dear Man , and I did not think it had been in you .

Well .

I have more in me than you imagine .

Wid.

No , no , you can't have more than I imagine : 't is impossible to have more : you have enough for any Woman , in an honest way , that I will say for you .

Well .

Then I find you are satisfied .

Wid.

Satisfied ! no indeed ; I 'm not to be satisfied , with you or without you : to be satisfied , is to have enough of you ; now , 't is a folly to lye : I shall never think I can have enough of you . I shall be very fond of you : wou'd you have me fond of you ? What do you do to me , to make me love you so well ?

Well .

Can't you tell what ?

Wid.

Go ; there 's no speaking to you : you bring all the Blood of ones body into ones face , so you do : why do you talk so ?

Well .

Why , how do I talk ?

Wid. You know how : but a little colour becomes me , I believe : how do I look to day ? Well .

O! most lovingly , most amiably .

Wid. Nay , this can't be long a secret , I find , I shall discover it by my Countenance . Well .

The Women will find you out , you look so cheerfully .

Wid.

But do I , do I really look so cheerfully , so amiably ? there 's no such paint in the World as the natural glowing of a Complexion . Let 'em find me out , if they please , poor Creatures , I pity 'em : they envy me , I 'm sure , and wou'd be glad to mend their looks upon the same occasion . The young jilflirting Girls , forsooth , believe nobody must have a Husband , but themselves ; but I wou'd have 'em to know there are other things to be taken care of , besides their green Sickness :

Well .

Ay , sure , or the Physicians wou'd have but little practise .

Wid.

Mr. Welldon , what must I call you : I must have some pretty fond name or other for you : what shall I call you ?

Well .

I thought you lik'd my own name .

Wid.

Yes , yes , I like it , but I must have a nick-name for you : most Women have nick-names for their Husbands

Well .

Cuckold .

Wid. No , no , but 't is very pretty before company ; It looks negligent , and is the fashion , you know . Well .

To be negligent of their Husbands , it is indeed .

Wid.

Nay then , I won't be in the fashion ; for I can never be negligent of dear Mr. Welldon : and to convince you , here 's something to encourage you not to be negligent of me .

[ Gives him a Purse and a little Casket .

Five hundred pounds in Gold in this ; and Jewels to the value of five hundred pounds more in this .

[ Welldon opens the Casket .
Well .

Ay , marry , this will encourage me indeed .

Wid.

there are comforts in marrying an elderly Woman , Mr. Welldon . Now a young Woman wou'd have fancy'd she had paid you with her person , or had done you the favour .

Well .

What do you talk of young Women ? you are as young as any of 'em , in every thing , but their folly and ignorance .

Wid.

And do you thing me so ? but I have no reason to suspect you . Was not I seen at your house this Morning , do you think ?

Well .

You may venture again : you 'll come at night , I suppose .

Wid.

O dear ! at night ? so soon ?

Well .

Nay , if you think it so soon .

Wid.

O! no , it is not for that Mr. Welldon , but

Well .

You won't come then .

Wid. Won't ! I don't say , I won't : that is not a word for a Wife : If you command me Well .

To please your self .

Wid.

I will come to please you .

Well .

To please your self , own it .

Wid.

Well , well , to please my self then , you 're the strangest Man in the world , nothing can scape you : you 'll to the bottom of every thing .

[ Enter Daniel , Lucia following . ]
Dan.

What wou'd you have ? what do you follow me for ?

Luc.

Why , may'nt I follow you ? I must follow you now all the World over .

Dan.

Hold you , hold you there : not so far by a mile or two ; I have enough of your Company already , byrlady ; and something to spare : you may go home to your Brother , an you will , I have no farther to do with you .

Wid.

Why , Daniel , Child , thou art not out of thy wits sure , art thou ?

Dan. Nay , marry , I don't know ; but I am very near it , I believe : I am alter'd for the worse mightily since you saw me ; And she has been the cause of it there . Wid.

How so , Child ?

Dan.

I told you before what wou'd come on 't , of putting me to bed to a strange Woman : but you wou'd not be said nay .

Wid.

She is your Wife now , Child , you must love her .

Dan.

Why , so I did , at first .

Wid.

But you must love her always .

Dan.

Always ! I lov'd her as long as I cou'd , Mother , and as long as loving was good , I believe , for I find now I don't care a fig for her .

Luc.

Why , you lubberly , slovenly , misbegotten Blockhead

Wid.

Nay , Mistriss Lucy , say any thing else , and spare not : but as to his begetting , that touches me , he is as honestly begotten , tho' I say it , that he is the worse agen .

Luc.

I see all good nature is thrown away upon you

Wid.

It was so with his Father before him : he takes after him .

Luc.

And therefore I will use you , as you deserve , you Tony.

Wid.

Indeed he deserves bad enough ; but don't call him out of his name , his name is Daniel , you know .

Dan. She may call me Hermophrodite , if she will , For I hardly know whether I 'm a Boy or a Girl . Well . A Boy , I warrant thee , as long as thou liv'st . Dan. Let her call me what she pleases , Mother , 'T is not her Tongue that I am afraid of . Luc.

I will make such a Beast of thee , such a Cuckold !

Wid.

O , pray , no , I hope ; do nothing rashly , Mrs. Lucy .

Luc.

Such a Cuckold will I make of thee !

Dan.

I had rather be a Cuckold , than what you wou'd make of me in a week , I 'm sure : I have no more Manhood left in me already , than there is , saving the mark , in one of my Mothers old under Petticoats here .

Wid.

Sirrah , Sirrah , meddle with your Wife's Petticoats , and let your Mother's alone , you ungracious Bird , you .

[ Beats him .
Dan.

Why is the Devil in the Woman ? what have I said now ?

Do you know , if you were ask'd , I trow ? but you are all of a bundle ; ev'n hang together ; he that unties you , makes a Rod for his own tail ; and so he will find it , that has any thing to do with you .

Wid.

Ay , Rogue enough , you shall find it : I have a Rod for your Tail still .

Dan.

No , Wife and I care not .

Wid.

I 'll swinge you into better manners , you Booby .

[ Beats him off , Exit .
Well .

You have consummated our project upon him .

Luc. Nay , if I have a limb of the Fortune , I care not who has the whole body of the Fool. Well .

That you shall , and a large one , I promise you .

Luc.

Have you heard the news ? they talk of an English Ship in the River .

Well

I have heard on 't : and am preparing to receive it , as fast as I can .

Luc. There 's something the matter too with the Slaves , Some disturbance or other ; I don't know what ' t is . Well . So much the better still : We fish in troubled waters : We shall have fewer Eyes upon us . Pray , go you home , and be ready to assist me in your part of the design . Luc.

I can't fail in mine .

[ Exit
Well . The Widow has furnish'd me , I thank her , to carry it on . Now I have got a Wife , 't is high time to think of getting a Husband . I carry my fortune about me ; A thousand Pounds in Gold and Jewels . Let me see 'T will be a considerable trust : And I think , I shall lay it out to advantage . [ Enter Stanmore . ] Stan.

So Welldon , Jack has told me his success ; and his hopes of marrying the Widow by your means .

Well . I have strain'd a point , Stanmore , upon your account , To be serviceable to your Family . Stan. I take it upon my account ; and am very much oblig'd to you . But here we are all in an uproar . Well .

So they say , what 's the matter ?

Stan. A Mutiny among the Slaves : Oroonoko is at the head of 'em , Our Governour is gone out with his rascally Militia against 'em , What it may come to no body knows . Well .

For my part , I shall do as well as the rest : but I 'm concern'd for my Sister , and Cozen , whom I expect in the Ship from England .

Stan.

There 's no danger of ' em .

Well .

I have a thousand pounds here , in Gold and Jewels , for my Cozens use , that I wou'd more particularly take care of : 't is too great a summ to venture at home ; and I wou'd not have her wrong'd of it : therefore , to secure it , I think my best way will be , to put it into your keeping .

Stan.

You have a very good opinion of my honesty .

[ Takes the Purse and Casket .
Well .

I have indeed , if any thing shou'd happen to me , in this bustle , as no body is secure of accidents , I know you will take my Cozen into your protection and care .

Stan.

You may be sure on 't .

Well .

If you hear she is dead , as she may be , then I desire you to accept of the Thousand Pound , as a Legacy , and Token of my Friendship ; my Sister is provided for .

Stan.

Why , you amaze me : but you are never the nearer dying , I hope , for makeing your Will ?

Well . Not a jot ; but I love to be before hand with Fortune . If she comes safe ; this is not a place for a single Woman , you know ; Pray see her marryed as soon as you can . Stan.

If she be as handsom as her Picture , I can promise her a Husband .

Well .

If you like her , when you se● her , I wish nothing so much as to have you marry her your ●elf .

Stan.

From what I have heard of her , and my Engagements to you , it must be her fault , if I don 't :

I hope to have her from your own Hand .

Well .

And I hope to give her to you , for all this .

Stan. Ay , ay , hang these melancholy Reflections . Your Generosity has engag'd all my Services . Well .

I always thought you worth making a Friend .

Stan.

You shan't find your good Opinion thrown away upon me : I am in your Debt , and shall think so as long as I live .

[ Exeunt .
SCENE II. Enter on one side of the Stage Oroonoko , Aboan , with the Slaves , Imoinda with a Bow and Quiver , the Women , some leading , others carrying their Children upon their Backs . Oro. The Women , with their Children , fall behind . Imoinda you must not expose your self : Retire , my Love : I almost fear for you . Imo.

I fear no Danger : Life , or Death , I will enjoy with you .

Oro.

My Person is your Guard.

Abo.

Now , Sir , blame your self : if you had not prevented my cutting his Throat , that Coward there had not discover'd us ; He comes now to upbraid you .

Enter on the other side Governour , talking to Hottman , with his Rabble .
Gov. This is the very thing I would have wisht . Your honest Service to the Government [ To Hottman . Shall be rewarded with your Liberty . Abo. His honest Service ! call it what it is , His Villany , the Service of his Fear : If he pretends to honest Services , Let him stand out , and meet me , like a Man. [ Advancing . Oro. Hold , you : And you who come against us , hold ; I charge you in a general good to all , And wish I cou'd command you , to prevent The bloody Havock of the murdering Sword. I wou'd not urge Destruction uncompell'd : But if you follow Fate , you find it here . The Bounds are set , the Limits of our Lives : Between us lyes the gaping Gulph of Death , To swallow all : who first advances [ Enter the Capt. with his Crew . Capt. Here , here , here they are , Governour : What! seize upon my Ship ! Come , Boys , fall on [ Advancing first , Oroonoko kills him . Oro. Thou art fall'n indeed . Thy own Blood be upon thee . Gov. Rest it there : he did deserve his Death . Take him away . [ the Body remov'd . You see , Sir , you and those mistaken Men Must be our Witnesses , we do not come As Enemies , and thirsting for your Blood. If we desir'd your Ruin , the Revenge Of our Companions Death , had pusht it on . But that we over-look , in a Regard To common Safety , and the publick Good. Oro. Regard that publick good : draw off your Men , And leave us to our Fortune : We 're resolv'd . Gov. Resolv'd , on what ? your Resolutions Are broken , overturn'd , prevented , lost : What Fortune now can you raise out of ' em ? Nay , grant we shou'd draw off , what can you do ? Where can you move ? What more can you resolve ? Unless it be to throw your selves away . Famine must eat you up , if you go on . You see , our Numbers cou'd with Ease compel What we request : And what do we request ? Only to save your selves ? [ The Women with their Children gathering about the Men. Oro. I 'le hear no more . Women . Hear him , hear him . He takes no care of us . Gov. To those poor wretches who have been seduc'd , And led away , to all , and every one , We offer a full Pardon Oro. Then fall on . [ Preparing to Engage . Gov. Lay hold upon 't , before it be too late , Pardon and Mercy . [ The Women clinging about the Men , they leave Oroonoko , and fall upon their Faces crying out for Pardon . Slaves . Pardon , Mercy , Pardon . Oro. Let 'em go all : now , Governour , I see , I own the Folly of my Enterprise , The Rashness of this Action , and must blush Quite thro' this Vail of Night , a whitely Shame , To think I cou'd design to make those free , Who were by Nature Slaves ; Wretches design'd To be their Masters Dogs , and lick their Feet . Whip , whip 'em to the Knowledge of your Gods , Your Christian Gods , who suffer you to be Unjust , dishonest , cowardly , and base , And give 'em your Excuse for being so . I wou'd not live on the same Earth with Creatures , That only have the Faces of their Kind : Why shou'd they look like Men , who are not so ? When they put off their Noble Natures , for The groveling qualities of down-cast Beasts , I wish they had their Tails . Abo. Then we shou'd know ' em . Oro. We were too few before for Victory : We 're still enow to dye . [ To Imoinda , Aboan . Blanford Enters . Gov. Live , Royal Sir ; Live , and be happy long on your own Terms : Only consent to yield , and you shall have What Terms you can propose , for you , and yours . Oro. Consent to yield ! shall I betray my self ? Gov. Alas ! we cannot fear , that your small Force , The Force of two , with a weak Womans Arm , Shou'd Conquer us . I speak in the regard And Honour of your Worth , in my desire And forwardness to serve so great a Man. I wou'd not have it lie upon my Thoughts , That I was the occasion of the fall Of such a Prince , whose Courage carried on In a more Noble Cause , wou'd well deserve The Empire of the World. Oro. You can speak fair . Gov. Your Undertaking , tho' it wou'd have brought So great a loss to us , we must all say Was generous , and noble ; and shall be Regarded only as the Fire of Youth , That will break out sometimes in Gallant So We 'll think it but the Natural Impulse , A rash impatience of Liberty : No otherwise . Oro. Think it what you will. I was not born to render an Account Of what I do , to any but my self . [ Blanford comes forward . Blan. I 'm glad you have proceeded by fair means . [ To the Governour . I came to be a Mediator . Gov. Try what you can work upon him . Oro. Are you come against me too ? Blan. Is this to come against you ? [ Offering his Sword to Oroon . Unarm'd to put my self into your Hands ? I come , I hope , to serve you . Oro. You have serv'd me ; I thank you for 't : And I am pleas'd to think You were my Friend , while I had need of one : But now 't is past ; this farewell : and be gone . [ Embraces him . Blan. It is not past , and I must serve you still . I wou'd make up these Breaches , which the Sword Will widen more ; and close us all in Love. Oro. I know what I have done , and I shou'd be A Child to think they ever can Forgive : Forgive ! Were there but that , I wou'd not live To be Forgiven : Is there a Power on Earth , That I can ever need forgiveness from ? Blan. You sha' not need it . Oro. No , I wonnot need it . Blan. You see he offers you your own Conditions , For you , and yours . Oro. I must Capitulate ? Precariously Compound , on stinted Terms , To save my Life ? Blan. Sir , he Imposes none . You make 'em for your own Security . If your great Heart cannot descend to treat , In adverse Fortune , with an Enemy : Yet sure , your Honour 's safe , you may accept Offers of Peace , and Safety from a Friend . Gov. He will rely on what you say to him : [ To Blanford . Offer him what you can , I will confirm , And make all good : Be you my Pledge of Trust. Blan. I 'le answer with my Life for all he says . Gov. Ay , do , and pay the Forfeit if you please . [ Aside . Blan. Consider , Sir , can you consent to throw That Blessing from you , you so hardly found , [ Of Imoinda . And so much valu'd once ? Oro. Imoinda ! Oh! 'T is She that holds me on this Argument Of tedious Life : I cou'd resolve it soon , Were this curst Being only in Debate . But my Imoinda struggles in my Soul : She makes a Coward of me : I Confess I am afraid to part with Her in Death : And more afraid of Life to lose Her here . Blan. This way you must lose her , think upon The weakness of her Sex , made yet more weak With her Condition , requiring Rest , And soft Indulging Ease , to nurse your Hopes , And make you a glad Father . Oro. There I feel a Father's Fondness , and a Husband's Love. They seize upon my Hart , strain all its strings , To pull me to 'em , from my stern resolve . Husband , and Father ! All the melting Art Of Eloquence lives in those softning Names . Methinks I see the Babe , with Infant Hands , Pleading for Life , and begging to be born : Shall I forbid his Birth ? Deny him Light ? The Heavenly Comforts of all-cheering Light ? And make the Womb the Dungeon of his Death ? His Bleeding Mother his sad Monument ? These are the Calls of Nature , that call loud , They will be heard , and Conquer in their Cause : He must not be a Man , who can resist ' em . No , my Imoinda ! I will venture all To save thee , and that little Innocent : The World may be a better Friend to him , Than I have found it . Now I yield my self : [ Gives up bis Sword. The Conflict's past , and we are in your Hands . [ Several Men get about Oronooko , and Aboan , and seize ' em . Gov. So you shall find you are : Dispose of them , As I commanded you . Blan. Good Heaven forbid ! You cannot mean Gov. This is not your Concern . [ To Blanford who goes to Oroonoko . I must take care of you . [ To Imoinda . Imo. I 'm at the end Of all my Care : Here I will die with him . [ Holding Oroonoko . Oro. You shall not force her from me . [ he holds her . Gov. Then I must [ they force her from him . Try other means , and Conquer Force by Force : Break , cut off his Hold , bring her away . Imo. I do not ask to Live , kill me but here . Oro. O Bloody Dogs ! Inhumane Murderers . [ Imoinda forct out of one Door by the Governour , and others . Oroonoko and Aboan hurried out of another . [ Exeunt Omnes .
ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Stanmore , Lucia , Charlott . Stan.

'T IS strange we cannot hear of him : Can no body give an account of him ?

Luc.

Nay , I begin to despair : I give him for gone .

Stan.

Not so I hope .

Luc.

There are so many disturbances in this devilish Country ! Wou'd we had never seen it .

Stan.

This is but a cold welcome for you , Madam , after so troublesome a Voyage .

Char. A cold Welcome indeed , Sir , without my Cousin Welldon , He was the best Friend I had in the World. Stan. He was a very good Friend of yours indeed , Madam . Luc.

They have made him away , Murder'd him for his Mony , I believe , he took a considerable Sum out with him , I know , that has been his Ruin.

Stan.

That has done him no Injury , to my knowledge : For this Morning he put into my Custody what you speak of , I suppose a Thousand Pounds , for the use of this Lady .

Char. I was always oblig'd to him : and he has shown his Care of me , in placing my little Affairs in such Honourable Hands . Stan.

He gave me a particular charge of you , Madam , very particular , so particular , that you will be surpriz'd when I tell you .

Char.

What , pray Sir.

Stan.

I am engag'd to get you a Husband , I promis'd that before I saw you ; and now I have seen you , you must give me leave to offer you my self .

Luc. Nay , Cozen , never be coy upon the matter , to my Knowledge my Brother always design'd you for this Gentleman . Stan.

You hear , Madam , he has given me his Interest , and 't is the Favour I wou'd have begg'd of him . Lord ! you are so like him

Char.

That you are oblig'd to say you like me for his Sake .

Stan.

I shou'd be glad to love you for your own .

Char.

If I shou'd consent to the fine things you can say to me , how wou'd you look at last , to find 'em thrown away upon an old Acquaintance ?

Stan.

An old Acquaintance !

Char.

Lord , how easily are you Men to be impos'd upon ! I am no Cozen newly arriv'd from England , not I ; but the very Welldon you wot of .

Stan.

Welldon !

Char.

Not murdered , nor made away , as my Sister wou'd have you believe , but am in very good Health , your old friend in Breeches that was , and now your humble Servant in Petticoats .

Stan. I 'm glad we have you agen . But what service can you do me in Petticoats , pray ? Char.

Can't you tell what ?

Stan.

Not I , by my troth : I have found my Friend , and lost my Mistress , it seems , which I did not expect from your Petticoats .

Char.

Come , come , you have had a Friend of your Mistress long enough , 't is high time now to have a Mistress of your Friend .

Stan.

What do you say ?

Char.

I am a Woman , Sir.

Stan.

A Woman !

Char. As arrant a Woman as you wou'd have had me . But now , I assure you . Stan.

And at my Service ?

Char.

If you have any for me in Petticoats .

Stan.

Yes , yes , I shall find you employment .

Char.

You wonder at my proceeding , I believe .

Stan.

'T is a little extraordinary , indeed .

Char.

I have taken some pains to come into your Favour .

Stan.

You might have had it cheaper a great deal .

Char.

I might have marry'd you in the Person of my English Cozen , but cou'd not consent to cheat you , ev'n in the thing I had a mind to .

Stan.

'T was done as you do every thing .

Char.

I need not tell you , I made that little Plot , and carry'd it on only for this Opportunity . I was resolv'd to see whether you lik't me as a Woman , or not : if I had found you indifferent ; I wou'd have indeavour'd to have been so too : but you say you like me , and therefore I have ventur'd to discover the truth .

Stan.

Like you ! I like you so well , that I 'm afraid you won't think Marriage a proof on 't : shall I give you any other ?

Char.

No , no , I 'm inclin'd to believe you , and that shall convince me . At more leisure I 'le satisfie you how I came to be in Mans Cloaths , for no ill I assure you , tho' I have happen'd to play the Rogue in 'em : They have assisted me in marrying my Sister , and have gone a great way in befriending your Cozen Jack with the Widow . Can you forgive me for pimping for your Family ?

Enter Jack Stanmore .
Stan.

So , Jack , what News with you ?

J. Stan. I am the forepart of the Widow , you know , She 's coming after with the body of the Family , the young Squire in her hand , my Son-in-Law that is to be , with the Help of Mr. Weldon . Char.

Say you so , Sir ?

[ Clapping Jack upon the back . Enter Widow Lackitt with her Son Daniel .
Wid.

So , Mrs. Lucy , I have brought him about agen , I have Chastis'd him , I have made him as supple as a Glove for your wearing , to pull on , or throw off , at your pleasure . Will you ever Rebell again ? Will you , Sirrah ? But come , come , down on your Marrow Bones , and ask her forgiveness . [ Daniel Kneels . Say after me , pray forsooth Wife .

Dan.

Pray forsooth Wife .

Luc.

Well , well , this is a Day of good Nature , and so I take you into Favour : But first take the Oath of Allegiance .

[ He kisses her Hand , and rises .

If ever you do so agen

Dan.

Nay Marry if I do , I shall have the worst on 't .

Luc.

Here 's a Stranger , forsooth , wou'd be glad to be known to you , a Sister of mine , pray salute her .

[ starts at Charlott .
Wid.

Your Sister ! Mrs. Lucy ! what do you mean ? This is your Brother , Mr. Weldon ; do you think I do not know Mr. Weldon ?

Luc. Have a care what you say : This Gentleman 's about Marrying her : You may spoil all . VVid.

Fiddle faddle , what ! You wou'd put a trick upon me .

Char.

No faith , Widow , the Trick is over , it has taken sufficiently , and now I will teach you the Trick , To prevent your being Cheated another time .

VVid.

How ! Cheated , Mr. VVeldon !

Char.

Why , ay , you will always take things by the wrong Handle , I see you will have me Mr. VVeldon : I grant you , I was Mr. VVeldon a little while to please you , or so : But Mr. Stanmore here has perswaded me into a Woman agen .

VVid. A Woman ! Pray let me speak with you . [ drawing her aside . You are not in earnest , I hope ? A Woman ! Char.

Really a Woman .

VVid.

Gads my Life ! I could not be cheated in every thing : I know a Man from a Woman at these Years , or the Devil 's in 't . Pray , did not you marry me ?

Char.

You wou'd have it so .

Wid.

And did not I give you a Thousand Pounds this Morning ?

Char.

Yes indeed , 't was more than I deserv'd : But you had your Penniworth for your Penny , I suppose : You seem'd to be pleas'd with your Bargain .

Wid.

A rare Bargain I have made on 't , truly . I have laid out my Money to fine purpose upon a Woman .

Char.

You wou'd have a Husband , and I provided for you as well as I cou'd .

Wid :

Yes , yes , you have provided for me .

Char.

And you have paid me very well for 't , I thank you .

Wid.

'T is very well ; I may be with Child too , for ought I know , and may go look for the Father .

Char. Nay , if you think so , 't is time to look about you indeed . Ev'n make up the matter as well as you can , I advise you as a Friend , and let us live Neighbourly and Lovingly together . Wid.

I have nothing else for it , that I know now .

Char.

For my part , Mrs. Lackit , your Thousand Pounds will Engage me not to laugh at you . Then my Sister is Married to your Son , he is to have half your Estate , I know ; and indeed they may live upon it , very comfortably to themselves , and very creditably to you .

Wid.

Nay , I can blame no body but my self .

Char. You have enough for a Husband still , And that you may bestow upon honest Jack Stanmore . Wid.

Is he the Man then ?

Char.

He is the Man you are oblig'd to .

J. Stan.

Yes , Faith , Widow , I am the Man : I have done fairly by you , you find , you know what you have to trust to before hand .

VVid.

Well , well , I see you will have me , ev'n Marry me , and make an end of the business .

Stan.

Why , that 's well said , now we are all agreed , and all provided for .

[ A Servant Enters to Stanmore .
Serv.

Sir , Mr. Blandford desires you to come to him , and bring as many of your Friends as you can with you .

Stan.

I come to him . You 'l all go along with me . Come , young Gentleman , Marriage is the fashion , you see , you must like it now .

Dan.

If I don't , how shall I help my self ?

Luc. Nay , you may hang your self in the Noose , if you please , But you 'll never get out on 't with strugling . Dan. Come then , let 's ev'n jogg on in the old Road. Cuckold , or worse , I must be now contented : I 'm not the first has marry'd , and repented . [ Exeunt .
SCENE II. Enter Governour with Blanford , and Planters . Blan. Have you no Reverence of future Fame ? No awe upon your actions , from the Tongues , The censuring Tongues of Men , that will be free ? If you confess Humanity , believe There is a God , or Devil , to reward Our doings here , do not provoke your Fate . The Hand of Heaven is arm'd against these Crimes , With hotter Thunder-Bolts , prepar'd to shoot , And Nail you to the Earth , a sad Example ; A Monument of Faithless Infamy . Enter Stanmore , J. Stanmore , Charlott , Lucy , Widow , and Daniel . So , Stanmore , you I know , the Women too Will join with me : 'T is Oroonoko's Cause , A Lover's Cause , a wretched Woman's Cause , That will become your Intercession . [ To the Women . 1. Plan.

Never mind 'em , Governour ; he ought to be made an Example for the good of the Plantation .

2. Plan.

Ay , ay , 't will frighten the Negroes from Attempting the like agen .

1. Plan. What rise against their Lords and Masters ! At this rate no Man is safe from his own Slaves . 2. Plan.

No , no more he is . Therefore , one and all , Governour , we declare for Hanging .

Om. Plan.

Ay , ay , hang him , hang him .

Wid.

What! Hang him ! O! forbid it , Governour .

Char. and Lucy .

We all Petition for him .

J. Stan.

They are for a Holy-Day ; Guilty or not , Is not the Business , hanging is their Sport.

Blan. We are not sure so wretched , to have these , The Rabble , judge for us ; the changing Croud ; The Arbitrary Guard of Fortune's Power , Who wait to catch the Sentence of her Frowns , And hurry all to ruine she Condemns . Stan. So far from farther Wrong , that 't is a shame He shou'd be where he is : Good Governour Order his Liberty : He yielded up Himself , his all , at your discretion . Blan. Discretion ! no , he yielded on your word ; And I am made the cautionary Pledge , The Gage , and Hostage of your keeping it . Remember , Sir , he yielded on your word ; Your Word ! which honest Men will think should be The last resort of Truth , and trust on Earth : There 's no Appeal beyond it , but to Heaven : An Oath is a recognisance to Heaven , Binding us over , in the Courts above , To plead to the Indictment of our Crimes . That those who 'scape this World should suffer there But in the common Intercourse of Men , ( Where the dread Majesty is not Invoak'd , His Honour not immediately concern'd , Not made a Party in our Interests , ) Our Word is all to be rely'd upon . Wid.

Come , come , You 'l be as good as your Word , we know .

Stan. He 's out of all power of doing any harm now , If he were dispos'd to it . Char. But he is not dispos'd to it . Blan. To keep him , where he is , will make him soon Find out some desperate way to Liberty : He 'll hang himself , or dash out his mad Brains . Char. Pray try him by gentle Means : We 'll all be Sureties for him . Om. All , all . Luc. We will all answer for him now . Gov. Well , you will have it so , do what you please , Just what you will with him , I give you leave . [ Exit . Blan. We thank you , Sir ; this way , pray come with me . [ Exeunt . The Scene drawn shews Oroonoko upon his Back , his Legs and Arms stretcht out , and chain'd to the Ground . Enter Blanford , Stanmore . &c. Blan. O miserable Sight ! help every one , Assist me all to free him from his Chains . [ They help him up , and bring him forward , looking down . Most injur'd Prince ! how shall we clear our selves ? We cannot hope you will vouchsafe to hear , Or credit what we say in the Defence , And Cause of our suspected Innocence . Stan. We are not guilty of your Injuries , No way consenting to 'em ; but abhor , Abominate , and loath this Cruelty . Blan. It is our Curse , but make it not our Crime . A heavy curse upon us , that we must Share any thing in common , ev'n the Light , The Elements , and Seasons , with such Men , Whose Principles , like the fam'd Dragons Teeth , Scatter'd , and sown , wou'd shoot a Harvest up Of fighting Mischiefs , to confound themselves , And ruin all about ' em . Stan. Profligates ! Whose bold Titanian Impiety Wou'd once agen pollute their Mother Earth , Force her to teem with her old monstrous Brood Of Gyants , and forget the Race of Men. Blan. We are not so : believe us innocent . We come prepar'd with all our Services , To offer a Redress of your base Wrongs . Which way shall we employ ' em ? Stan. Tell us , Sir , if there is any thing that can attone ; But nothing can ; that may be some amends Oro. If you wou'd have me think you are not all Confederates , all accessory to The base Injustice of your Governour : If you wou'd have me live , as you appear Concern'd for me , if you wou'd have me live To thank , and bless you , there is yet a Way To tye me ever to your honest Love : Bring my Imoinda to me ; give me her , To charm my Sorrows , and , if possible , I 'le sit down with my Wrongs ; never to rise Against my Fate , or think of Vengeance more . Blan. Be satisfi'd , you may depend upon us , We 'll bring her safe to you , and suddenly . Char. We wonnot leave you in so good a work . Wid. No , no , we 'll go with you . Blan. In the mean time Endeavour to forget , Sir , and forgive : And hope a better Fortune . [ Exeunt . Oroonoko alone . Oro. Forget ! forgive ! I must indeed forget , When I forgive : but while I am a Man , In Flesh , that bears the living mark of Shame , The print of his dishonourable Chains , My Memory still rousing up my Wrongs , I never can forgive this Governour ; This Villain ; the disgrace of Trust , and Place , And just Contempt of delegated Power . What shall I do ? If I declare my self , I know him , he will sneak behind his Guard Of Followers , and brave me in his Fears . Else , Lyon like , with my devouring Rage , I wou'd rush on him , fasten on his Throat , Tear wide a Passage to his treacherous Heart , And that way lay him open to the World. [ Pausing . If I shou'd turn his Christian Arts on him , Promise him , speek him fair , flatter , and creep , With fawning Steps , to get within his Faith , I cou'd betray him then , as he has me . But am I sure by that to right my self ? Lying's a certain Mark of Cowardise : And when the Tongue forgets its Honesty , The Heart and Hand may drop their functions too , And nothing worthy be resolv'd , or done . The Man must go together , bad , or good : In one part srail , he soon grows weak in all . Honour shou'd be concern'd in Honour's Cause , That is not to be cur'd by Contraries , As Bodies are , whose Health is osten drawn From rankest Poysons . Let me but find out An honest Remedy , I have the Hand , A ministring Hand , that will apply it Home . [ Exit .
SCENE the Governour 's House . Enter Governour . Gov. I wou'd not have her tell me , she consents : In Favour of the Sexes Modesty , That still shou'd be presum'd , because there is A greater Impudence in owning it , Than in allowing all that we can do . This Truth I know , and yet against my self , ( So unaccountable are Lovers ways ) I talk , and lose the Opportunities , Which Love , and she expects I shou'd employ : Ev'n she expects : for when a Man has said All that is fit , to save the Decency , The Women know the rest is to be done . I wonnot disappoint her . [ Going Enter to him Blanford , the Stanmores , Daniel , Mrs. Lackit , Charlot , and Lucy . Wid. O Governour ! I 'm glad we have lit upon you . Gov. Why ! what 's the Matter ? Char. Nay , nothing extraordinary . But one good Action Draws on another . You have given the Prince his Fredom : Now we come a begging for his Wife : You won't refuse us . Gov. Refuse you . No , no , what have I to do to refuse you Wid. You won't refuse to send her to him , she means . Gov. I send her to him ! Wid. We have promis'd him to bring her . Gov. You do very well ; 't is Kindly done of you : Ev'n carry her to him , with all my Heart . Luc. You must tell us where she is . Gov. I tell you ! why , don't you know ? Blan. Your Servants say she 's in the House . Gov.

No , no , I brought her home at first indeed ; but I thought it wou'd not look well to keep her here : I remov'd her in the Hurry , only to take care of her . What! she belongs to you : I have nothing to do with her .

Char. But where is she now , Sir ? Gov.

Why , Faith , I can't say certainly : you 'll hear of her at Parham House , I suppose : there , or thereabouts : I think I sent her there .

Blan. I 'le have an Eye on him . [ Aside . [ Exeunt all but the Governour . Gov. I have ly'd my self into a little Time ; And must employ it : they 'll be here agen ; But I must be before ' em . [ Going out , he meets Imoinda , and seises her . Are you come ! I 'le court no longer for a Happiness That is in mine own keeping : you may still Refuse to grant , so I have Power to take . The Man that asks deserves to be deny'd . [ She disengages one hand , and draws his Sword from his side upon him , Governour starts and retires , Blanford enters behind him . Imo. He does indeed , that asks unworthily . Blan. You hear her , Sir , that asks unworthily . Gov. You are no Judge . Blan. I am of my own Slave . Gov. Begone , and leave us . Blan. When you let her go . Gov. To fasten upon you . Blan. I must defend my self . Imo. Help , Murder , help . [ Imoinda retreats towards the door , favour'd by Blanford , when they are clos'd , she throws down the Sword , and runs out . Governour takes up the Smord , they fight , close , and fall , Blanford upon him . Servants enter , and part ' em . Gov. She shannot scape me so . I 've gone too far , Not to go farther . Curse on my delay : But yet she is , and shall be in my Power . Blan. Nay then it is the War of Honesty : I know you , and will save you from your self . Gov. All come along with me . [ Exeunt .
SCENE the last . Oroonoko Enters . Oro. To Honour bound ! and yet a Slave to Love ! I am distracted by their rival Powers , And both will be obey'd . O great Revenge ! Thou Raiser , and Restorer of faln Fame ! Let me not be unworthy of thy Aid , For stopping in thy course : I still am thine : But can't forget I am Imoinda's too . She calls me from my Wrongs to rescue her . No man condemn me , who has never felt A womans Power , or try'd the Force of Love : All tempers yield , and soften in those fires : Our Honours , Interests resolving down , Run in the gentle Current of our Joys : But not to sink , and drown our Memory : We mount agen to Action , like the Sun , That rises from the Bosom of the Sea , To run his glorious Race of Light anew And carry on the World. Love , Love will be My first Ambition , and my Fame the next . Aboan enters bloody . My Eyes are turn'd against me , and combine With my sworn Enemies , to represent This spectacle of Honour . Aboan ! My ever faithful Friend ! Abo. I have no Name , That can distinguish me from the vile Earth , To which I 'm going : a poor , abject worm , That crawl'd awhile upon a bustling World , And now am trampled to my Dust agen . Oro. I see thee gasht , and mangled . Abo. Spare my shame To tell how they have us'd me : but believe The Hangman's Hand wou'd have been merciful . Do not you scorn me , Sir , to think I can Intend to live under this Infamy . I do not come for pity , to complain . I 've spent an honourable Life with you ; The earliest Servant of your rising Fame , And wou'd attend it with my latest care : My life was yours , and so shall be my death . You must not live . Bending and sinking , I have dragg'd my Steps Thus far , to tell you that you cannot live : To warn you of those Ignominious wrongs , Whips , Rods , and all the Instruments of death , Which I have felt , and are prepar'd for you . This was the Duty that I had to pay . 'T is done , and now I beg to be discharg'd . Oro. What shall I do for thee ? Abo. My Body tires , And wonnot bear me off to Liberty : I shall agen be taken , made a Slave . A Sword , a Dagger yet wou'd rescue me . I have not Strength to go to find out Death : You must direct him to me . Oro. Here he is , [ Gives him a Dagger . The only present I can make thee now : And next the honourable means of Life , I wou'd bestow the honest means of Death . Abo. I cannot stay to thank you . If there is A Being after this , I shall be yours In the next World , your faithful Slave agen . This is to try [ Stabs himself . ] I had a living Sense Of all your royal Favours , but this last Strikes through my Heart . I wonnot say farewell , For you must follow me . [ dyes . Oro. In Life , and death , The Guardian of my Honour ! follow thee ! I shou'd have gone before thee : then perhaps Thy Fate had been prevented . All his Care Was to preserve me from the barbarous Rage That wrong'd him , only for being mine . Why , why , you Gods ! Why am I so accurst , That it must be a Reason of your Wrath , A Guilt , a Crime sufficient to the Fate Of any one , but to belong to me ? Ny Friend has found it , and my Wife will soon : My Wife ! the very Fear 's too much for Life : I can't support it . Where ? Imoinda ! Oh! [ Going out , she meets him , running into his Arms. Thou bosom Sotfness ! Down of all my Cares ! I cou'd recline my thoughts upon this Breast To a forgetfulness of all my Griefs , And yet be happy : but it wonnot be . Thou art disorder'd , pale , and out of Breath ! If Fate pursues thee , find a shelter here . What is it thou woud'st tell me ? Imo. 'T is in vain to call him Villain . Oro. Call him Governour : is it not so ? Imo. There 's not another sure . Oro. Villain 's the common name of Mankind here : But his most properly . What! what of him ? I fear to be resolv'd , and must enquire . He had thee in his Power . Imo. I blush to think it . Oro. Blush ! to think what ? Imo. That I was in his Power . Oro. He cou'd not use it ? Imo. What can't such men do ? Oro. But did he ? durst he ? Imo. What he cou'd , he dar'd . Oro. His own Gods damn him then : for ours have none , No Punishment for such unheard-of Crimes . Imo. This Monster , cunning in his Flatteries , When he had weary'd all his useless Arts , Leapt out , fierce as a beast of prey , to seize me . I trembled , fear'd . Oro. I fear , and tremble now . What cou'd preserve thee ? what deliver thee ? Imo. That worthy Man , you us'd to call your Friend Oro. Blanford . Imo. Came in , and sav'd me from his Rage . Oro. He was a Friend indeed to rescue thee ! And for his sake , I 'le think it possible A Christian may be yet an honest man. Imo. O! did you know what I have strugl'd through , To save me yours , sure you wou'd promise me Never to see me forc't from you agen . Oro. To promise thee ! O! do I need to promise ? But there is now no farther use of Words . Death is security for all our fears . [ Shews Aboan's body on the floor . And yet I cannot trust him . Imo. Aboan ! Oro. Mangled , and torn , resolv'd to give me time To fit my self for what I must expect , Groan'd out a warning to me , and expir'd . Imo. For what you must expect ? Oro. Wou'd that were all . Imo. What! to be butcher'd thus Oro. Just as thou see'st . Imo. By barbarous Hands , to fall at last their Prey ! Oro. I have run the Race with Honour , shall I now Lag , and be overtaken at the Goal ? Imo. No. Oro. I must look back to thee . [ Tenderly . Imo. You shannot need . I 'm always present to your purpose , say , Which way wou'd you dispose me ? Oro. Have a care , Thou' rt on a Precipice , and dost not see Whither that question leads thee . O! too soon Thou dost enquire what the assembled Gods Have not determin'd , and will latest doom . Yet this I know of Fate , this is most certain , I cannot , as I wou'd , dispose of thee : And , as I ought , I dare not . Oh Imoinda ! Imo. Alas ! that sigh ! why do you tremble so ? Nay then 't is bad indeed , if you can weep . Oro. My Heart runs over , if my gushing Eyes Betray a weakness which they never knew , Believe , thou , only thou cou'dst cause these tears . The Gods themselves conspire with faithless Men To our destruction . Imo. Heaven and Earth our Foes ! Oro. It is not always granted to the great , To be most happy : If the angry Pow'rs Repent their Favours , let 'em take 'em back : The hopes of Empire , which they gave my youth , By making me a Prince , I here resign . Let 'em quench in me all those glorious Fires , Which kindled at their beams : that lust of Fame , That Fevor of Ambition , restless still , And burning with the sacred Thirst of Sway , Which they inspir'd , to qualifie my Fate , And make me fit to govern under them , Let 'em extinguish . I submit my self To their high pleasure , and devoted Bow Yet lower , to continue still a Slave ; Hopeless of liberty : and if I cou'd Live after it , wou'd give up Honour too , To satisfie their Vengeance , to avert This only Curse , the curse of losing thee . Imo. If Heav'n cou'd be appeas'd , these cruel Men Are not to be entreated , or believ'd : O! think on that , and be no more deceiv'd . Oro. What can we do ? Imo. Can I do any thing ? Oro. But we were born to suffer . Imo. Suffer both , Both die , and so prevent ' em . Oro. By thy Death ! O! let me hunt my travel'd Thoughts again ; Range the wide waste of desolate despair ; Start any hope . Alas ! I lose my self , 'T is Pathless , Dark , and Barren all to me . Thou art my only guide , my light of Life , And thou art leaving me : Send out thy Beams Upon the Wing ; let 'em fly all around , Discover every way : Is there a dawn , A glimmering of comfort ? the great God , That rises on the World , must shine on us . Imo. And see us set before him . Oro. Thou bespeak'st , and goes before me . Imo. So I wou'd , in Love : In the dear unsuspected part of Life , In Death for Love. Alas ! what hopes for me ? I was preserv'd but to acquit my self , To beg to die with you . Oro. And can'st thou ask it ? I never durst enquire into my self About thy fate , and thou resolv'st it all . Imo. Alas ! my Lord ! my Fate 's resolv'd in yours . Oro. O! keep thee there : Let not thy Virtue shrink From my support , and I will gather strength , Fast as I can to tell thee Imo. I must die . I know 't is fit , and I can die with you . Oro. O! thou hast banisht hence a thousand fears , Which sickned at my Heart , and quite unman'd me . Imo. Your fear 's for me , I know you fear'd my strength , And cou'd not overcome your tenderness , To pass this Sentence on me : and indeed There you were kind , as I have always found you , As you have ever been : for tho' I am Resign'd , and ready to obey my doom , Methinks it shou'd not be pronounc'd by you . Oro. O! that was all the labour of my grief . My heart , and tongue forsook me in the strife : I never cou'd pronounce it . Imo. I have for you , for both of us . Oro. Alas ! for me ! my death I cou'd regard as the last Scene of life , And act it thro' with joy , to have it done . But then to part with thee Imo. 'T is hard to part . But parting thus , as the most happy must , Parting in death , makes it the easier . You might have thrown me off , forsaken me , And my misfortunes : that had been a death Indeed of terror , to have trembled at . Oro. Forsaken ! thrown thee off ! Imo. But 't is a pleasure more than life can give , That with unconquer'd Passion to the last , You struggle still , and fain wou'd hold me to you . Oro. Ever , ever , and let those stars , which are my ●●●●ies , Witness against me in the other World , If I wou'd leave this Mansion of my Bliss , To be the brightest Ruler of their Skies . O! that we cou'd incorporate , be one , [ Embracing her . One Body , as we have been long one Mind : That blended so , we might together mix , And losing thus our Beings to the World , Be only found to one anothers Joys . Imo. Is this the way to part ? Oro. Which is the way ? Imo. The God of Love is blind , and cannot find it . But quick , make haste , our Enemies have Eyes To find us out , and shew us the worst way Of parting ; think on them . Oro. Why dost thou wake me ? Imo. O! no more of Love. For if I listen to you , I shall quite Forget my Dangers , and desire to live . I can't live yours . [ Takes up the Dagger . Oro. There all the Stings of Death Are shot into my Heart what shall I do ? Imo. This Dagger will instruct you . [ Gives it him . Oro. Ha! this Dagger ! Like Fate , it points me to the horrid Deed. Imo. Strike , strike it home , and bravely save us both . There is no other Safety , Oro. It must be But first a dying Kiss [ Kisses her . This last Embrace [ Embracing her . And now Imo. I 'm ready . Oro. O! where shall I strike ? Is there a smallest grain of that lov'd Body That is not dearer to me than my Eyes , My bosom'd Heart , and all the live Blood there ? Bid me cut off these Limbs , hew off these Hands , Dig out these Eyes , tho' I wou'd keep them last To gaze upon thee : but to murder thee ! The Joy , and Charm of every ravisht Sense , My Wife ! forbid it Nature . Imo. T is your Wife , Who on her knees conjures you . O! in time Prevent those Mischeifs that are falling on us . You may be hurry'd to a shameful Death , And I too drag'd to the vile Governour : Then I may cry aloud : when you are gone , Where shall I find a Friend agen to save me ? Oro. It will be so . Thou unexampled Virtue ! Thy Resolution has recover'd mine : And now prepare thee . Imo. Thus with open Arms , I welcome you , and Death . [ He drops his Dagger as he looks on her , and throws himself on the Ground . Oro. I cannot bear it . O let me dash against this Rock of Fate . Dig up this Earth , tear , tear her Bowels out , To make a Grave , deep as the Center down , To swallow wide , and bury us together . It wonnot be . O! then some pitying God ( If there be one a Friend to Innocence ) Find yet a way to lay her Beauties down Gently in Death , and save me from her Blood. Imo. O rise , 't is more than Death to see you thus . I 'le ease your Love , and do the Deed my self [ She takes up the Dagger , he rises in haste to take it from her . Oro. O! hold , I charge thee , hold . Imo. Tho' I must own It wou'd be nobler for us both from you . Oro. O! for a Whirlwind's Wing to hurry us To yonder Clif , which frowns upon the Flood : That in Embraces lockt we might plunge in , And perish thus in one anothers Arms. Imo. Alas ! what shout is that ? Oro. I see 'em coming . They shannot overtake us . This last Kiss . And now farewell . Imo. Farewel , farewel for ever . Oro. I 'le turn my Face away , and do it so . Now , are you ready ? Imo. Now. But do not grudge me The Pleasure in my Death of a last look , Pray look upon me Now I 'm satisfied . Oro. So Fate must be by this [ Going to stab her , he stops short , she lays her hands on his , in order to give the blow . Imo. Nay then I must assist you . And since it is the common Cause of both , 'T is just that both shou'd be employ'd in it . Thus , thus 't is finisht , and I bless my Fate , [ Stabs her self . That where I liv'd , I die , in these lov'd Arms. [ Dyes . Oro. She 's gone . And now all 's at an End with me . Soft , lay her down . O we will part no more . [ Throws himself by her . But let me pay the tribute of my Grief , A few sad Tears to thy lov'd Memory , And then I follow [ Weeps over her . But I stay too long . [ A noise agen . The Noise comes nearer . Hold , before I go , There 's something wou'd be done . It shall be so . And then , Imoinda , I 'le come all to thee . [ Rises . [ Blanford , and his party , enters before the Governour and his party , Swords drawn on both sides . Gov. You strive in vain to save him , he shall die . Blan. Not while we can defend him with our lives . Gov. Where is he ? Oro. Here 's the Wretch whom you wou'd have . Put up your Swords , and let civil broils Engage you in the cursed cause of one , Who cannot live , and now entreats to die . This object will convince you . Blan. 'T is his Wife ! [ They gather about the Body . Alas ! there was no other Remedy . Gov. Who did the bloody Deed ? Oro. The Deed was mine : Bloody I know it is , and I expect Your Laws shou'd tell me so . Thus self-condemn'd , I do resign my self into your Hands , The Hands of Justice But I hold the Sword For you and for my self . [ Stabs the Governour , and himself , then throws himself by Imoinda's Body . Stan. He has kill'd the Governour , and stab'd himself . Oro. 'T is as it shou'd be now . I have sent his Ghost To be a Witness of that Happiness In the next World , which he deny'd us here . [ Dyes . Blan. I hope there is a place of Happiness In the next World for such exalted Virtue . Pagan , or Unbeliever , yet he liv'd To all he knew : And if he went astray , There 's Mercy still above to set him right . But Christians guided by the Heavenly Ray , Have no excuse if we mistake our Way .
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EPILOGE , Written by Mr. Congreve , and Spoken by Mrs. Verbruggen . YOU see , we try all Shapes , and Shifts , and Arts , To tempt your Favours , and regain your Hearts . We weep , and laugh , joyn mirth and grief together , Like Rain and Sunshine mixt , in April weather . Your different tasts divide our Poet's Cares : One foot the Sock , t'other the Buskins wears : Thus , while he strives to please , he 's forc'd to do 't , Like Volscius , hip-hop , in a single Boot . Criticks , he knows , for this may damn his Books : But he makes Feasts for Friends , and not for Cooks . Tho' Errant-Knights of late no favour find , Sure you will be to Ladies-Errant kind . To follow Fame , Knights-Errant make profession : We Damsels flye , to save our Reputation : So they , their Valour show , we , our Discretion . To Lands of Monsters , and fierce Beasts they go : Wee , to those Islands , where Rich Husbands grow : Tho' they 're no Monsters , we may make 'em so . If they 're of English growth , they 'll bear 't with patie●●● But save us from a Spouse of Oroonoko's Nati●●● ! Then bless your Stars , you happy London Wives , Who love at large , each day , yet keep your lives : Nor envy poor Imoinda's doating blindness , Who thought her Husband kill'd her out of kindness . Death with a Husband ne'er had shewn such Charms , Had she once dy'd within a Lover's Arms. Her error was from ignorance proceeding : Poor Soul ! she wanted some of our Town Breeding . Forgive this Indians fondness of her Spouse ; Their Law no Christian Liberty allows : Alas ! they make a Conscience of their Vows ! If Virtue in a Heathen be a fault ; Then Damn the Heathen School , where she was taught . She might have learn'd to Cuckold , Jilt , and Sham , Had Covent-Garden been in Surinam . FINIS .