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ROBINSON CRUSOE;
ÓR, THE
ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ,
An Operatic Drama,
IN THREE ACTS,
WRITTEN BY
F. FORTESCUE,
Author of Gonzalo, the Spanish Bandit, &c. &c. &c.
BOSTON:
PRINTED BY JACKSON, BOOKBINDER, BRIDGE-STREET.
1822.
[Price Three Shillings.]
Red.
Regent R. R. Flubben d
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2-14-1921-
Entered at Stationer's Hall:
When this Drama was originally represented, the last Scene of the
First Act, and the Vocal Music (except Friday's Song, and the closing
Finale) was omitted.
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TO THOSE
HIGHLY EXALTED NOBLES,
Enlightened Senators,
REVEREND DIGNITARIES,
AND
PASTORS OF THE CHURCH,
DISTINGUISHED LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
WITH THE VERY
RESPECTABLE AND NUMEROUS INDIVIDUALS,
WHO HAVE BEEN SO KIND,
TO
GRACE BY THEIR PATRONAGE AS
SUBSCRIBERS,
THIS
DRAMATIC TRIFLE;
UNDER EVERY BECOMING SENSE
OF
RESPECT, AND GRATITUDE,
IT IS MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED.
DRAMATIS.
ROBINSON CRUSOE.
DON JUAN FERNANDEZ.
CAPTAIN BOWLING.
LIEUTENANT.
WILL ATKINS.
BEN.
SIMON NODDY.
MESCHEC.
FRIDAY.
OLD FRIDAY.
TONGUIBAL, (Black Chieftain)
SAVAGE HIGH PRIEST.
Midshipmen, Sailors, Savages, Minor Priests
and Chiefs. Dancers.
DONNA JULIANA.
SALLY MAYBERRY, (disguised as
a sailor.)
MISS ARABELLA PUFF.
JENNY.
KOLAH, (an Indian Huntress.)
STAGE DIRECTIONS.
RH
LH
UERH
UELH
LHC
RHC
means Right Hand,
Left Hand,
Upper Entrance Right Hand.
Upper Entrance Left Hand,
Left Hand Corner,
Right Hand Corner,
ROBINSON CRUSOE.
:
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I.
Inside of Robinson Crusoe's hut, or fortification,
practicable cave at back, fire place in flat, dog
laying by it, cat sitting on stool, rude table
and chair, platters, earthen dish and jug,
small lighted lamp on table, old pailing on
R. H. moveable ladder, parrot to descend
from left to right on paiting, small bank outside
mouth of cave on L. H. backed by post with
twenty five lines across it, and several smaller
intermediate ones, to represent Crusoe's calen-
dar of time.
MUSIC AS CURTAIN RISES.
Crusoe discovered seated R. H. of fire reading.
Morning dawns-how invigorating are its
Breezes after refreshing sleep-the mind thus
strengthened by peace, and serenity is fitted
for the labors of the coming day. And now
my favorite inmates-thou solace, and guardian
of my cell, let me caress you. (Takes cat on
Ence, and notices dog.) How thankful should
B
I feel for all these comforts. MUSIC. (Comes
forward out of cave into the enclosure and views
the post or calendar.) And yet as I view this
memorial of time. MUSIC. (Scores a line on
post with knife.) As I record another day,
busy reflection whispers what a lengthened
period has elapsed since shipwreck cast me on
this uninhabited spot-twenty five years! more,
than twenty five, yet its retrospect appears but
as yesterday; ere that time again revolves, I
shall be numbered with the silent dead, and
not a friend to sympathise with my sufferings,
not a human voice to greet my ear with its glad
sound.
Parrot during this descends from opening L. H.
to railing R. H. unperceived by Crusoe, and
calls.
Parrot.
"Robinson-Robinson Crusoe."
MUSIC.
Crusoe. (Betrays alarm.) Ah! how cap-
ricious are mortals, what we repine at as
wanting, when it arrives oft appals our senses
whence could this voice arise? must I ever
bewail my hapless lot-alas! poor-
Parrot. Poor Robinson Crusoe.
MUSIC.
Crusoe. Oh! 'tis an echo, yet I never before
perceived it, but that is easily accounted for;
now I have more time for observation, than
when my comforts were so few, as to occasion
incessant toil for daily bread; yet why should
I repine? many in populous cities, are the
houseless wretches who would envy my lot.-
Monarch as I am of an Island, where no
dissensions reign, no factions exist---my luxuries
are abundant, my wants few, and glorious is
the thought, I perhaps am the only truly
independent man existing, as every thing I have
occasion for, I am indebted solely to my own
industry-thus favored by Heaven, thus rich!
how can I be disconsolate? or how dare to call
myself, poor Robinson
Parrot. Poor Robin.
MUSIC.
Crusoe. (Examines carefully, at last sees
Parrot on railing at R. H. Ah! my favored
bird, was it your sprightly chatter, which
occasioned all my fears? thou art my only
speaking friend, for I must not forget my other
subjects-you my Prime Minister, for with you
are held my only conversations, and strange to
say, unlike most great men who have a favorite,
from you hear the voice of truth.
MUSIC. Places the ladder against railing,
ascends, takes Parrot on his hand, turns and
sits on round of ladder, bird flutters & chatters.
Come my sweet bird! let me receive your
morning salutations at my levee-more honest
probably than other courtiers; and in return
for kissing thus my hand, I will present you
with substantial cheer.
MUSIC.
Feeds Bird from his pouch, after
which holds him on his finger, till Bird flies
off, Crusoe then comes down ladder, enters
Cave, brings out guns, sword, umbrella, &e.
accoutres himself, puts on cap, extinguishes
lamp.
Now then for my daily survey, to view my
dominions, my flocks, my herds, my vineyards,
corn grounds, and that monument of my folly,
that useless canoe-fit emblem of ambition,
which leads us to attempt things far beyond
our power, and after much toil abandons us to
despair, because we cannot possess, what if
attained, would only plunge us into deeper
misery. Shall I ever see thee again much
favored Britain? alas! I fear not! my soul
sinks within me at the thought.-Tho' during
such absence all ties are doubtless gone yet
those of allegiance still remain, which I trust
will never forsake an Englishman's breast! my
long residence here may be attended with good
to my fellow mortals! at that idea how my
heart expands! years seem but minutes, for I,
even I, an humble individual may be useful to
Philanthropy how cheering are thy.
dictates to the mind, without thee, the busy
world is but a chaos, enjoying thy extatic
feelings, they glad their possessor even in a
desert.
man.
!
MUSIC. Exit up ladder, which he has placed
during speech at opening to fortification
L. H.* draws ladder up after him.
SCENE II. WOOD.
Enter Ben L. H.
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Hillo! ye ho! Hillo! ye ho! zounds I've
lost all my messmates, at this coming ashore
for water-they'll have got to the East Indies,
before they hear me again.-Hillo! ye he!
Hillo! ye ho!
• This inlet should be as high up as possible—as in a repetition of
scene, the necessity will be evident,
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Will Atkins without L. H.
Hillo! ye ho! what ship a hoy (enters) sink
me if I did'nt think it was our Purser heaving
out signals of distress, when he finds his own
rum cask broached-you croak so like Jack
Frog under hatches.
Ben. Well I might croak, for the prospect
of being left on this desolate spot was'nt very
enlivening.
Atkins. Enlivening!
Enlivening! no Ben, but you
need'nt look as chop fallen as the figure head
of the Lamentations-tho'f to be sure our
Chaplain says never keep a look out for sorrow
with the punch ladle ready, but wait till the
can is handed ye, that's time enough to swig.
Ben. That may be all very true, but-
Atkins. Why I'm not over fond of preaching,
tho' some how dy'e see, I thinks old Barnacle's
right, however my boy I'm glad we've met
again-What dy'e think of this here place? L
have often had a wish to cruise on it before
but now I'd as leïve be off again, for the devil
a soul's to be seen, nor any thing else but a
few sour oranges, and such like as I never
tasted since I went on shore for the scurvy
there at Portobello.
Ben. Ay, I remember, that was a devilish
sorry bout; but have you seen the Captain, Will.
Atkins. Not 1! he's none o' my kidney!
he's too sanctified, and parleyvooing by half,
too much of the loblolly boy for me-I dare
say, he's cruising alone, without convoy, in
some of these melancholic woods.
Ben. He seems a good man, Atkins, tho?
very shy.
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Atkins. Lord help you, seems! why so he
be-Mayhap he's likely to suit such a land
lubber as you; but an old sailor don't like such
queer chaps, as never has a damme to throw
at one good, or bad, but goes moping and
moping about, looking as glum as a Lascar in
quarantine-no, no Ben! we likes our com-
manders all rough and blunt, all fire and tow,
and my eyes our navy boasts many of them
nettlesome sparks.
Ben. Ay, but then how quiet we are in our
ship, Will; no flogging.
Atkins. Shiver my timbers, I'd rather have
flogging than preaching at any time. Why a
round dozen of an evening keeps a man warm
in his hammock, and a salt eel for breakfast,
gives him an appetite, when his allowance of
rumbo's served out. I'd sooner at any time
hear our Boatswain pipe all hands to the grat-
ing, than be tumbled up to old Splice's
sarmon.
Ben. That's not my mind however.
Atkins. Well never let difference of opinion
no more nor of religion, breed ill blood among
messmates; but our Captain heaves in sight-
I say, Ben, what think ye of leaving his
thoughtful honor behind here, it might mend
his studies, and be as well for the crew.
Ben. Not for the world-
Atkins. Ayast ye swab! would you betray
us ?
Ben. You know but little of an English
sailor's heart then, after all your years at sea,
if you think he'll ever listen coolly to a mutiny
against his Commander.
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Atkins You a sailor! you be why
you are not fit to be Cook's mate to the Marines
-you are no sailor, if you peach against a
messmate, tho' you may not like the plot, my
eyes you would not be a traitor to the crew,
would you? But if you were, t'would only
make good the old saying; "the greatest rogue
generally turns out King's evidence."
Ben. No! much as I detest a mutineer, I
despise too highly the character of an informer,
ever to disgrace the blue jacket I wear, by
becoming one.
Atkins. Why that's all right and hearty,
and as it should be-but mum I say, here he
is.
(Retire up stage.)
Enter Captain Bowling L. H.
Captain. My thoughts have led me farther
than I intended, however I am not likely to
have my privacy disturbed by the insipid salu-
tations of what the world terms friends, (sees
sailors) Hah! two of my crew! and one of
them Atkins-that man I have much suspicion
of.-Hollo there! Go, get the boat ready, I will
follow quickly; the tide by this time must
serve.
Exeunt Ben and Atkins L. H.
The natural beauties of this Island would
almost reconcile me to an absence from
Albion's happy shores, did I not flatter myself,
that on my return thither I should be blest
with my Mary's hand; yet it will be long I fear,
e're I re-visit that wished for Country.
Song.
When torn by duty from the view,
Of Albion's shores-my soul confest,
No other ties but love and thee-Mary !
Thro' distant climes my vessel true,
Bears this sad heart yet still no rest
Is mine, till I again behold-Mary.
Whilst folding thee within these arms,
I whispered, "I'll no transports seek,"
"No other ties but love and thee-Mary !"
The blush which heightened all thy charms,
The tear which beaded thy soft cheek,
All, all, proclaimed thee mine-Mary!
Fly swift ye hours with circling wing,
Speed me Oh gales of prosperous sort,
To ties alone of love and thee-Mary,
May wealth attained with honor bring
My ship to England's blissful port,
Ne'er more to part from thee-Mary.
SCENE III.
Exit R. H
A sequestered view on the sea shore.
Old hollow Picturesque tree at top R. H
Enter Crusoe U.E.R. H. fully equipped.
Oh! solitude! however pleasing at times to
the contemplative mind, like every earthly
gratification thou become'st palling from satiety;
yet I wish not for a numerous society, had I
but a single companion to cheer the gloom
which now surrounds me, to communicate
my ideas to, and lighten the burthen as life
declines, I should be too blessed; but ah! it
cannot be expected; here alas! I am immured,
never again to be saluted by the breath of
friendship, or hear the coming footsteps of
those I love.
MUSIC. Sees foot mark.
Ha!-what do I see? the foot of man impressed
upon the yielding sand! Oh! this is too much!
horrid images float across my tortured brain-
probably the track of cannibals now pursuing
me, yet strange! there is but a single print.
Is it a vision, a reprimand for my murmuring
against thy divine behests?
MUSIC. Examines foot mark,
"Whoop
""
Oh, no! too sure it is not the creation of busy
fancy; or an ideal form presented to my heated
imagination; but the real, the terrifying truth,
which flashes conviction to my staggerred
senses, and brings destruction on my wretched
head-ee'n now I see myself within their grasp;
ee'n now I feel myself a prey to the bloody
fangs of savage nature; ee'n now I hear their
discordant yells upon my startled ears.
MUSIC. Paces about in agitation.
of Savages heard at distance L. H.
Angels of mercy support me, aid me!
MUSIC. He falls. Whoop of Savages repeated
nearer L. H. Crusoe recovers, and rises.
No it is no idle phantom, for fast approaching
are men; the foremost seems strongly pressed
by his pursuers! now putting self but in a
secondary point of view, it shall never be said
a Briton refused his aid, even to a foe, in the
hour of need-yet policy is no fault, behind
yon tree, I may securely observe the truth,
and act as occasion requires, in this unequal
contest.
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MUSIC.
Retires behind tree R H. enter Friday
L. H. closely pursued by two savages the
foremost arm'd with a hatchet, the other bow
and arrows. The one with hatchet is about
to kill Friday, who yells in despair, Crusoe
starts forward, knocks down Indian with
but of gun. Friday retreats on opposite side
RH and in line with Crusoe for protection.
Crusoe puts his foot on hatchet, and presents
gun at other Indian who implores mercy, which
Crusoe renders, and waves his hand to Indian
to lay down his arms, then goes to Friday to
assure him of his protection. The Indian
watches this opportunity of placing an arrow
in his bow, and is on the point of discharging
it at Crusoe, who apprised of his danger by
the cry of Friday, turns quickly round, and
shoots Indian Friday seeing this expresses
great astonishment. at report of gun, and its
effects, when his fear subsides, requests leave
to view the body of Indian, which is granted.
Friday turns the body about, after inspecting
wound, takes up bow and arrows, lays them
at Crusoe's feet; and in token of submissive
gratitude, throws himself prostrate, and
places Crusoe's foot upon his neck Crusoe
raises him, at this moment, perceives the
Indian, who was stunn'd by the blow of but
of gun, crawling along ground, and repossess-
ing himself of his hatchet, which puts Friday
in great alarm, but on Crusoe's presenting
› his other gun, Indian drops hatchet and runs
off L. H. Friday snatches up hatchet and
pursues him, a yell is heard, Friday re-enters
with Indian's head in his hand, lays it with
hatchet at Crusoe's feet and speaks-
:
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Friday. Me tank you ever and ever, more
long my life.
Crusoe. No thanks! I only did my duty,
in relieving you, a fellow creature in distress,
and punishing such treacherous ingratitude!
(Points to the body which Friday is looking at)
Friday, for such I shall call you, in remem-
brance, of this day; and you must call me
master.
Friday. Ees! ees! me call you massa!
great massa! and dat (pointing to gun) me
call itttle massa!
Crusoe. Well Friday, I think you must
need both food and repose, after the fatigue,
and dangers, you have undergone.
Friday. Repose massa! wat dat?
Crusoe. Sleep, that soothing balm which
heaven sends in kindness to our woes; where
they are all hushed to rest-where tyrannic
rule no longer reaches, where servitude itself
is happy,
Friday. Oh! me like sleep much, but me
like much better talk wid you, my great good
massa. You save my life, me never tink me
see you too much.
Crusoe. Oh! gratitude how pleasing are
thy accents to the ear, for benefits conferred,
hear this poor black, pour forth such sentiments
as would well become the fairest bosom, and then
blush that ye should think, because his skin is
tinctured by the sun beams of a more tropical
climate, that Heaven ever designed him as the
slave to his brother man. Now will I shew
you where your couch is, and tho' canopied
by the starry firmament, I doubt not your
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slumbers will be sweet and safe, as those of
truth and innocence should ever be.
Friday. Den massa me pray for you, to
our Great Benamuckee; as me did in the
canoe just now, so he hear poor black man's
prayers, send you to help me, and make my
heart dance wid joy when me see you my
massa! massa!
Crusoe. Well has't thou said Friday, that
great being by whatever name adored, is
ever mindful of his creatures. (Apart) May
I be thankful for my safety, and the boon sent
me by Providence in this faithful friend; and
let my mind reflect with pleasure that I have
done an act which reconciles me to the means,
as thereby I have saved a brother in distress.
During this speech Friday is up stage viewing
the gun and body, Crusoe goes up to body.
Here ends thy career of blood and perfidy,
poor wretch I pity thee, but necessity impell'd
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and self defence is the just prerogative of nature
implanted in us for the wisest purposes, (is
going off R. H.) follow me Friday-yet hold,
should their companions (attracted by the re-
port of my gun) return and find this corse, we
shall be attacked by such numbers as we
cannot resist.
Friday. Never fear dat massa! they no see
dem more, me put 'em down'ee, down'ee.
MUSIC. Friday digs up sand at trap, opens
it, and puts the body and head down, takes
hatchet, and dances off before Crusoe.
Exeunt R. H. U. E,
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SCENE IV. ·
Enter Lieutenant, two Midshipmen and Sailors,
R. H.
Lieut. Now my lads, we must return to
our watering place, and make signal for a boat,
as e're this the captain must be on board, and
our lagging behind will look like abandoning
our charge--which no English sailor ever
should be thought capable of, no, sooner than
desert his flag, he should fight under its shadow
till he sinks with it nailed to the mast.
:
Finale to the first Act.
TRIO.
Lieutenant and two Midshipmen.
When the Flag we fight for is unfurled,
It say's unto a wondering world
Each Sailor these ideas does cherish,
He wars not for wealth, or lucre of gold,
But for every blessing his country does hold.
He fights but to conquer or perish,
He fights, &c.
Chorus of Sailors.
As the Anchor we weigh-let's proudly huzza,
Huzza! buzza!! buzza!!!
We fight but to conquer or perish.
ACT THE SECOND,
SCENE I.
Outside view of Crusoe's fortification, formed by
osiers in a growing state, interwoven thro
the rude timbers, stumps of trees and cable
which compose the outer fence. Entrance to
cave seen above, and practicable L. H. Goats
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heads and various dead birds hanging against
paling, which is fixed in an angular direction
from L H so as to shew cut wood, with
sun rising in distance thro' it.
MUSIC. Friday discovered with change of
dress beating corn according to Indian fashion
[in a large sack on ground with two sticks,
and kneeling down to beat] R. H. corner.
Friday. Me very much glad me come live
here, my massa him so good, he teachee me
many, many tings-he teachee me make
bread corn me eat-he take care me, me take
care of him-me work hard for him-while he
sleep-dat save him for fear he should die-
and leave poor Friday all by himself, dat not
make me happy, me no sing-dance den-he
like hear me sing-so me sing now, for massa
come.
SONG.
Air.-"Great way off at Sea,"
Massa poor black save,
Den him Friday call,
Bring me to his cave,
Teach me good tings all;
Now I dis corn beat
To make bread so new sop.
Me glad see hịm eat
My great Robin Crusoe,
* Tink a tink a tiuk,
My great Robin, &c.
He make me fine coats
'Gainst cold weader comes;
Me go milk de goats,
Make cheese and gader plums;
Den he teach me shoot,
Put ittle massa too so ↑
* Beats corn to symphony. † Puts up stick to shoulder like gun,
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Till he say "Toot, toot
Like massa Robin Crusoe,
|| Tink a tink, &c.
Like massa, &c.
Should black man's come bura
My massa, or if try dey;
Me kill dem in turn
For massa he save Friday!
My heart him so love,
When dat good man choose O!
Me die, and sing above (points to sky)
For great Robin Crusoe,
§ Tink a tink, &c.
For great Robin, &c.
Crusoe appears at mouth of Cave.
Crusoe. I am glad to hear you so cheerful
Friday, it is a sign you like this life.
Friday. Ees massa, me like so much, me
wish him last for ever.
Friday goes to Ladder, and holds it while
Crusoe descends from cave over paling.
MUSIC.
Crusoe. I have been pondering on the story
you told me last night, about the white men
in your country, that you saved, from being
drowned-pray Friday how many of them
were there.
Friday. Me tell you-but me don't know
how-o' ees massa me can.
MUSIC. Friday runs, and gets pebble stones
from back of stage, lays seventeen in a row.
How many der great massa
Crusoe. Seventeen!
Friday. All mans!
}) Dances to symphony. `§ Dancesa
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MUSIC. Lays down five more stones.
How many?
Crusoe. Five.
Friday. Dem chum, chums:
Crusoe. Oh! women.
MUSIC. Friday lays down three more stones.
Friday. Dere great massa, dem ittle pican-
niuies.
Crusoe. I understand! three children. Are
they alive?
Friday. Ees, ees dey all 'live when me
come way, dey be 'mong my nation, my nation
no eat mans, but when make war fight
Crusoe. So, you only eat your prisoners,
and why do you so?
Friday. We promise Great Benamuckee
before we go to war, we eat all we take.
Crusoe. Religion! whose précepts should
be mild, and breathe only good will to each
other, how art thou preverted! Thou art made
the pretext for sanguinary war, and more atro-
cious sacrifice What myriads of victims are
immolated at thy imaginary shrines, whose
worships are offensive to the great author of
all good. (apart.) But a truce to these
thoughts, and let me ask you Friday
Friday. Stop ittle bit massa, me put away
white mans.
MUSIC. Friday gathers up pebbles, carries
them off L. H. and returns.
Crusoe. So then you woud'nt wish to see
them again?
Friday. No, me glad to save deir lives, but
me no like tankee, tankee always, but you
save my life, and me never leave you massa.
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Crusoe. If you are always repeating this, I
shall not like you any more than you like those
white men.
Friday. Den massa no longer love Friday,
Friday's heart break, he die.
Crusoe. Well then Friday, should you like
to go to your own country with me?
Friday. (Dances joyously.) Oh! ees massa,
glad see my nation,-my fader once more, me
so glad to see!
Crusoe. Oh! nature, yes my poor fellow, I
envy thee such feelings. More precious is the
tear which decks thy sable cheek than all the
jewelled treasures of the east.
Friday. There massa you see black and
white mans live togeder broders.
Crusoe. Happy sight! then will be realised
my fondest hope, the hearfelt wish of every
Englishman, universal happiness, and slavery
abolished.
Friday. Friday tell'em live good-pray
God! no pray Benamuckee, tell dem no eat
man's flesh more-but how me go? me no able
swim so far massa?
Crusoe. But suppose we make a canoe?
Friday. Den massa me go, if you go, me
tell dem you kill my enemies, save my life, me
make dem much love you-dey tink you great
warrior-dey make great dance-great feast---
dey call you king.
Crusoe. Heaven forbid! that ambition should
fire me to accept the anxious cares of royalty!
'tis at all time an unthankful office; where
birth has unfortunately imposed the task: but
woeful ever is the usurper's fate, and unpitied
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should be his fall. No, as you seem to desire
it, I will furnish you a canoe, go, repair to
your countrymen, and leave me as I was before
we met.
MUSIC. Friday fetches hatchet which is against
paling, and presents it to Crusoe.
Friday. Oh! massa! massa pray kill Friday,
he can no live long.
Crusoe Why kill you?
Friday. Ah! dear great massa, what made
you save Friday from mans eat a me up-so
long keep Friday-make Friday know great
many good tings, and now you send him way,
never see Friday more? Oh! massa me no
care be in my nation, and leave you here: Me
only wish my nations learn good, which you
can teachee.
Throws himself down in extreme grief at
Crusoe's feet. MUSIC.
Crusoe. Rise
Rise my worthy friend (assisto
Friday up) and be assured, that after this trial
nothing shall part us.
Friday. (Dances round Crusoe in joy.) Den
massa me so happy, me never sad again.
At this instant the distant blast of a Conk
shell is heard, R. H MUSIC. Friday starts
looks aghast, and runs off quickly R. H.
Crusoe betrays much alarm.
Crusoe. What dreadful sound was that?
Is it the blast of death! surely my servant will
not be treacherous? base idea! and yet ingra-
titude is so prevalent, that it might prevade his
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unsophisticated mind: but no, it is a vice of
worldly growth, result alas! too often of luxury
and refinement.
MUSIC. Re-enter Friday in haste and great
agitation.
Friday. Oh! dear massa, sorrow! sorrow
-Oh! bad! bad!
Crusoe. Let me know the worst.
Friday. ! yonder massa! canoes full of
men, dey come look for Friday-cut a me in
pieces.
Crusoe. Not you alone, our danger is
mutual, cheer up man, we must sell our lives
as dearly as possible-can you fight Friday?
Friday. Ees massa! you teach me pull
ittle massa's nose-me shoot. (motion of shoot-
ing.
Crusoe. Well then let us prepare for battle,
fetch the guns Friday.
MUSIC. Friday runs up ladder and exits into
cave.
Crusoe. How providential has been my
escape for so many years-never to have fallen
into the hands of these cannibals: yet probably
the crisis of my fate is come,
MUSIC. Friday re-enters from cave, down
ladder hastily with guns, swords, pistols, &c.
Friday. Here dem all be great massa-we
kill great many of my enemies.
Crusoe. Your enemies Friday?
Friday Ees massa! me know dem enemies
me see dey have two my white mans prisoners
Crusoe. White men reserved for their hellish
banquet! quick then, follow Friday, to death
or victory,
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MUSIC. Exeunt R. H.
From Friday's entry with fire arms till exit,
they are busied in preparing them during
dialogue, Friday removes and conceals ladder,
corn sack, &c. &c.
SCENE II.
A thick wood.
MUSIC.
Enter Crusoe L. H. followed by Friday, who
appears much alarmed-yet carrying his gun
ludicrously.
Crusoe. Come Friday. (is going off R.H.)
Friday. Hushe! hushe! massa make no
ittle noise.
Crusoe. But why so alarmed Friday?
Friday. Me no larm, massa! only much
fright.
Crusoe. (smiling.) Well as you are only
much frightened take this, (giving calabash
flask) I have known it give courage to more
enlightened heroes than yourself.
Friday. (drinks.) Me much better now
massa me make better 'gain (going to drink
again)
Crusoe. Hold Friday! let me caution you
in time, bravery begot by liquor soon passes
by, and drunkenness that European vice, pro-
duces rashness, which would defeat the noble
cause we are engaged in, a little liquor is a medi-
cine, too much a poison, (takes flask) come Fri-
day, thro' a secret pass we shall gain the rock,
that overhangs the creek, from whence we may
hurl destruction on those foes to human
nature. Be firm, I will defend you to the last
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drop of my blood, and remember, that Power
I have taught you to adore, never forsakes the
man who arms in behalf of justice and humanity.
MUSIC. Exit R. H. followed by Friday, who
examines every surrounding object cautiously.
SCENE III.
Sea in distance, rock on R. H. fire ready piled
in centre of stage, group of savages binding
prisoners to different stage wings, Spaniard
U. E. R. H. under rock, Kolah next wing,
Meschec opposite in line with her, head of
canoe visible in sea L. H.
Savage ballet dance, at end of dance, approach-
ing sounds of Conk shells heard, on the water
something like a march.
AIR." Savage High Priest."
The Conk shells, martial sounds we hear,
Proclaim our valiant chieftain near;
Let victory's fire illume the skies,
To consumimate this sacrifice.
CHORUS OF MINOR PRIESTS AND SAVAGES.
(After kindling fire.)
See victory's fire, in flames arise,
To consumimate our sacrifice.
Conk shell march renewed, a superb war canoe
appears, preceded and followed by one of
lesser consequence, the first having a frame
with upright ends, on which are carved rude
idolic figures the principal canoe contains
chief of the tribe, the other, minor chiefs;
savages who were on before, sit round fire,
having previously formed two lines to receive
the chief whilst he lands, his attendant
warriors form semi circle.
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Chief. Warriors of the nation, and favored
by the great Ouramakakee; after our toils
undergone in war, 'tis fit we seek repose in the
lap of peace, and celebrate our victories with
sacrifice, as a just atonement for our lost
brethren who fell in battle, whose spirits are
departed beyond the hills.
Meschec. Marcy upon me! Marcy upon
me, vy vas ever I tempted upon this voyage of
discovery? to leave my shnug littel shop in
Rosemary Lane?
Chief. Silence-(to savages) Encrease the
fire for our solemn rites, and fix the consecrated
instrument to which we suspend our offerings.
MUSIC. Savages encrease fire, and place across
it the wooden frame from out the first canoe,
which should be of terrific appearance, with
hooks, &c. capable of embracing and suspend-
ing a human form lengthways.
Meschec. Oh tear! oh tear! dere's a spit!
I shall make a pretty sacrifice! after all the
monies vat I've made by burning gold and
shilver,―to be burnt myself for noting too-
Chief Dare you talk?
Meschec. Vell! yell! I've done !-but its
very hard a man can't make his last dying
speech, dey alvays do in London before dey
are executed-Oh! Rosemary Lane.
Chief Executed! no unbeliever! you are
only offered up in gratitude for our success in
war.
Meschec. Vell! this var, might be a very
successful job for you, but it have peen a very
bad pargain for me.
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Chief. Whatever you may think of us-I
shall shew you favor.
Vill you indeed? May heaven
Meschec
pless you for it!
Chief Yes; you shall be reserved for the
last offering.
Meschec. Vell dats a very great favor to be
sure-but I suppose ma tanks is due, (aside)
Oh! if I should be de scape goat after all, and
vonce more see Rosemary Lane.
Chief. Now to this prisoner, whose image
haunts my sleep. (apart) (goes towards Kolah.)
Meschec. Dats right-de lady first by all
means. I varrant she'll make a petter dish,
vat I should veither roast or poiled.
Chief stamps and frowns indignantly at Meschec.
Meschec. Vell! I von't say any ting more
Oh! Rosemary Lane.
Kolah. No I can die as well here; and yet
cowards if at liberty, you shall then see, with
what resolution an Indian leader can meet her
fate.
Chief unbinds her.
Chief. 'Tis not for that thy fetters are
removed, but 'tis to hear the honors that await
thee when my bride-
Kolah. That will never be; what think you
I can so far forget my Nation's Law, my King,
my Country, and my God? As to league with
thee our most inveterate enemy: No, sooner
would I suffer death, protracted to the latest
stretch, and heightened by the infliction of the
sharpest torments, 'ere I would pass a life,
preserved by an union with the red man's foe.
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Chief. These are high sounding terms; and
suited to the warriors, not the female breast:
but now to put your boasted courage to the
proof; know I have watched thee, since within
my power, and am convinced, love for another
produces this disdain, not the pure motive thou
would'st ascribe it too.-Behold thy fellow
prisoner, that pallid wretch! (points to
Spaniard) whose color I despise, whose tribe
I would exterminate.
Kolah. What mean you?
Chief. To probe your hearts extremest
sense by making thee spectator of thy minions
death.
Kolah. Minion-I scorn thy words base
leader, but much more bitterly my soul scorns
thee. Now by the spirit of the waters, do I
swear, that grateful loyalty first prompted my
attentions to that chief-He saved my life, for
which I thank him. He saved our King for
which I reverence him, and more than once he
proved our country's champion, routing thy
dastard tribes, for which I glory in him. Ha!
well may'st thou rejoice he is in thy power, for
he has long been thy nation's scourge.
Chief. ut shall no longer, ere an hour he
dies.
Kolah. Fine proof of courage truly-the
truly brave ever revere the brave; and though
in the person of an enemy afford valour their
protection, when wars uncertain chance has
placed it in their power,
Chief. What! by such protection to enable
your foe to bear wars horrors again into your
land.--I know no such folly.
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Kolah. If virtue, if humanity, be folly! thou
certainly art very wise: for well I see, that thou
possessest neither of them.
Chief. Spare these unavailing taunts and
answer plainly; shall this christian be indebted
for his life to thy clemency? or fall deeply
cursing thy obdurate heart, which refuses a boon
so easily attained; so nobly offered too, and
graced as it will be with my love.
Juan. Sooner lady, would I suffer the
pangs of death a thousand times, e'en from the
hands of heretics, than see sentiments like thine
allied to brutality, such as is our foes.
Meschec. Oh! if he voud only shave my
life now, I'd send him a dozen vives,-from
Rosemary Lane, (apart.)
Chief. Add not to the disdainful insults of
this proud woman; though in spite of her
scorn, still do I vow, if she accept my proffered
hand, (which queens have vainly sought) then
will I free thee, and return thee safe unto thy
foster nation, if not, thou diest, and she becomes
companion in thy death, for love rejected
generates deepest hate.
Juan. Then is my doom pronounced ;-but
let her live!Come to execution, and wreak
thy cruelties on the defenceless and the weak.
Kolah. Well do such acts become his
tyrant heart-yet monster let me owe a boon
to thee-e'en let me suffer first.
Chief. No, thou shalt behold thy lover
perish beneath the hatchet of the Chief you
scorn-and when I offer thee my rival's trembl-
ing limbs-part of our festive banquet-then
shall I glut my vengeance, as I view thy pangs.
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As he is rushing towards Juan to slay him,
Kolah interposes, and arrests his arm.
Kolah. Hold ruffian-
Chief Be
Be my bride.
Kolah. (Still holding his arm in prevention
--after internal agitation exclaims, "Never."
MUSIC. Struggle, hatchet drops, she endeavours
to pick it up, Chief seizes her by arm, throws
her furiously from him into L. H corner,
and in a paroxysm of jealous rage draws his
dagger, and is advancing to stab her, at this
moment Crusoe fires from rock R. H.
mortally wounds Chief who falls, recovers,
attempts to get dagger, to complete his
intended purpose against Kolah, but unable,
staggers off R. H. Friday also fires among
savages sitting at fire, who run off yelling,
Chiefs regaining their canoes paddle off,
others run into woods R. H. following their
wounded leader.
Kolah (Kneeling) Spirit of the waters;
ye have heard my prayer! and answered it by
fire from thy hand
Meschec. I don't know whose hand sent it,
but its as good gunpowder, as ever I smelt on
a rejoicing day in Rosemary Lane.
MUSIC. Crusoe springs down from rock,
followed by Friday, Crusoe unbinds Juan,
Kolah releases Meschec, Friday seeing head
of canoe, jumps into it.
Juan. Thanks generous preserver, this is
so unexpected that wonder prevents me
expressing my great sense of your relief—
further than by silent tears.
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Crusoe. Enough brave Spaniard-take this
weapon (giving a sword) and let us pursue.
Rushes out with Juan at same place as Chief
reeled off.
MUSIC.
Meschec. (Who is now liberated.) Tank
you very kindly fair lady, and I hope vat you'll
pardon poor Meschec, for recommending you
to our departed host, for his first dish. Vell
poor man, he has lost his preakfast, but he has
not come off shot free.
During this Friday appears busy in canoe, at
end of speech lifts Old Friday out, places him
on shore, and dances round him.
Meschec. (Seeing Friday) Oh! marcy!
marcy! here dey come back again -Oh! I
shall never see Rosemary Lane (falls on his
knees) Pray good shur, remember your master
told me I was to be kept for supper, so I hope
you von't make a mistake and take me first.
Kolah when Friday comes down, snatches up
hatchet, and stands in a posture of defence
R. H.
Friday. (To Meschec) Vat you 'fraid? my
massa no eat man, he white man like you-he
fire ittle massa just now, me shoot too, (sees
Kolah) Who dat, your chum chum?
Meschec. Oh! pless ma heart no-1 give
up all my claims to you, if you wish it sir-
she vill make you a very good vife. I don't
tink you you'd meet with a petter pargain, no
-not even in Rosemary Lane.
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Friday returns to his father, Meschec is rising,
perceives Kolah who is following Friday,
falls on his knees again, she looks contemptu-
ously at him.
Kolah. If such are your christian thanks,
I heed them not, fear ever will attend ingratitude.
Mesehec. Christian! vell vat I'm obliged
to bear, and get noting by it, (rises.)
Kolah. (Witnessing Friday's attention to
his father) May 1, generous stranger interrupt
your mirth, by asking its cause?
Friday. Me out my senses, joy, so, you
same me tink, you save your fader, (supports
him.)
Kolah. How pleasing is this view of filial
love, produced by nature It is a plant of
universal growth, which needs not cultivation,
but chiefly flourishes within the rudest bosoms;
and like the stately palm, and vigorous aloe,
gains its greatest height, and most luxuriant
strength, from out the barren rock, and desert
sands.
Meschec. His father-Oh! you very good
young man, alvays take care of your father-I
vill help you poor man's, (Goes to Old Friday.)
Friday Oh! my poor fader die! he go
over water 1 fear.
Meschec. Vell, vat you cry for-I am sure
its much better dan going over de fire.
Re-enter Crusoe and Juan R. H.
Crusoe. Well has't thou deserved this
heroines' praise, by your courage our enemies
are destroyed, and now let me congratulate
myself on being the humble means of saving
such lives as yours.
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Meschec. Very much obliged sir; and when
you comes to Rosemary Lane, I hope to pay
my debt petter dan by words. That's a very
good gun, I should like to puy it, if I could
get it a pargain, (aside) vat is it vorth?
Crusoe I consider it invaluable, from those
it has just preserved, to one of whom apology
is due.-Lady 1 plead in excuse the danger of
our situation, that now happily removed; the
rights of hospitality must atone for recent
neglect.
Kolah. The common intercourse of life,
may demand ceremony, which too oft is only an
outer garb to robe the basest purposes; but
chieftian no excuse should be looked for, the
thanktul mind, requires it not; well assured
that heart which can perform acts great as
thine, could never intend to neglect the objects
of its care.
Friday. Oh! massa, massa! me find my
fader in canoe--Ha! dis von white man's from
my country, (points to Juan.)
Juan. Can it be possible! well I remember
thee my noble preserver-how singular that
both times my life has been in danger, you
should have helped to save me.
Friday. Me no like tanks, no more den my
massa do.
Crusoe. My faithful Friday, remain with
your parent, and when sufficiently recovered,
bring him to our cave (gives flask) the contents
of this may cheer him.-You sir (to Meschec)
can bear him company in his pious task. Now
lady, and you my gallant comrade, I will
conduct you to my simple home, where by a
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hearty welcome, and attention to your comforts,
I trust to repair the errors of the past; and let
me hope time may cement our friendship,
which is generally most lasting, when com-
menced in the hour of danger.
Exeunt Crusoe, Kolah, and Juan L. H.
MUSIC. Old Friday recovering, asks Friday
for water, who runs off L. H. leaving
Meschec the flask.
Meschec. Pless me how fast he runs-he's
gone and left me, a pretty child in the woods,
as overseer to de old plack gentleman's, vell
how you do now?
Old Friday. Betters! betters! do me no
wakee in land of spirits?
Meschec. (Who during last speech has been
drinking from flask.) Yes, dat we are certainly,
and very good spirits too.
Old Friday. Me tot so, me saw my son;
but he gone vay, 'las.
Meschec. Yes dats true-he is gone
after a very fine lass too.
and
Old Friday. Den me no see him more.
Meschec. O! yes, you vill, for here he comes.
MUSIC. Re-enter Friday hastily with earthen
pitcher, goes to his father who drinks.
Old Friday. Oh! my son
Friday. Fader! fader! do me see you
again? now me never wish go way from here,
now me find you.
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Old man faints in Friday's arms.
Meschec. Ah! pless ma shoul, he faints;
yell let's take him where he can get shome rest.
Friday. My fader, very, very cold, let's
warm him at fire.
$1
Meschec. Oh! tear me, don't mention such
a ting-I am sure I never shall be cold again,
unless I vas to see an Ox roasted on de Thames,
and if dey vas to offer me a slice, fifty years
hence, I should tink of my adventures in dis
voyage of discovery. Come drink, (offering
flask to Friday who refuses,) vat you von't?
vell den I vill-and I'll repeat the toast which
I'll always give-in Rosemary Lane. "Here's
success to poiling, but no roasting.'
MUSIC
Exeunt supporting Old Friday L. H.
SCENE IV. A WOOD.
Enter Atkins, Ben, Sally, (disguised as a
sailor boy) with other sailors R. H.
Ben. I say Will it was all along of your
persevering in this wicked scheme, that we are
cut off from ever seeing our friends in old
England again.
Sally. Yes, for if we had'nt come ashore
this time, we never could have lost our boat,
Ben. And if Atkins had'nt started all the
water casks, we shoud'nt have been obliged to
come ashore again.
Sally. Ay, and then the Captain inviting all
the passengers to come and visit this beautiful
Island as he calls it; occasioned this mischief.
Atkins. You are right boy; the devil
certainly stood my friend there; but however
stow all your lubberly patter, I own I'm wrong,
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but who'd have thought of meeting any of
these black sharks here? why all the years, I
have been in these here latitudes, the Island
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1
has always been thought uninhabited: or I'm
sure I'd never have named leaving his melan-
cholic worship on it to refit.
Sally. For shame Will, how could you be
so barbarous, to intend going away without
our Commander?
Ben. Ay, ay, you see treachery is always
punished-I told you how t'would be.
Sally. (Crying) Yes we shall never get
away any more.
Atkins. Have done with your snivelling
boy! what's the use of it? and all this palaver
-here we are land locked sure enough; at
least 'till we can rig out something like a boat,
to carry us over to the main, but that will be a
plaguy long time first, seeing as how we have
no tools of any kind.
Ben. And yet you did not mind exposing
the Captain to all these hardships!
Atkins. Why look ye Ben, I'm no spokes-
man, but if so be as you must know my reason
for this, I'll tell you-I hates this Captain as
much as I do a Mounseer, or an Algerine, not
for his manners belike, so much as for scudding
away with my sweetheart just before I went
abroad.
Ben. Well, its a way with us sailors, to
bear off any girl that seems willing.
Atkins. Yes, but not a messmates-that's
not quite ship shape I thinks.
Ben. But how do you know he was guilty
of this?
Atkins. Why you see, just after he left our
Port to take this command, Sall hove out of
sight, and has never been heard of more.
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So its thought she foundered; and as they
sailed in company like, it could be no one but
him-so shiver me if ever I forgive him, as long
as I can strike twelve bells.
Ben. But now since fate has thrown us all
into the same den, I trust you'll think no more
about this supposed fault, but try to make
amends for the dreadful situation you have
brought him into.
Atkins. Why Ben, you never loved, or you
could not speak so softly about your rival;
after he had robbed you of the only girl you
had a mind to be spliced too: a rascally pirate
to pretend so much, and then hang out false
signals to decoy her away.
Ben. But as you never saw them together,
you have no right to think it was him that
did so.
Atkins. Why douce my glims, its plaguy
odd I never thought of that afore, I wonder
where my head rail was all this time! Splinter
my hull if I ever thought I was a scollárd-
but its not much to be wondered at; consider-
ing there were no Sunday Schools, nor Bible
Societies when I was a boy. Howsomeever
my main top gets more cranky than ever, so
lets drop that, and see whats to be done in this
here mess, now these black devils have
destroyed our boat.
Sally during preceeding dialogue expresses
great pleasure at Atkins constancy.
Sally. Perhaps, they'll send another from
the ship, to search for us?
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Atkins. They send! If we never haul off
this quicksand, 'till they fling out a rope, we
shall be aground all our lives-no they'll be
too glad to get rid of us, for there'll be famous
pickings. now all the passengers are ashore too.
Besides they'll think our boat's swamped; at
least, they'll clap it down so in the log book,
and sail without us.
Ben. Well then we must put our shoulder
to the wheel, and look out for a cabin, as
night's coming on.
Atkins. Thats true; so hoist sail lads, and
lets see what's to be done in this precious
affair—I almost repents of having begun it, but
avast at preaching; that will neither find us in
grog, biscuit, or hammock.
Ben. What no faith in providence! don't
you remember what our Chaplain said last
Sunday?
Atkins. No, not I.
.
Ben. Why this he said Will-" In the hour
of danger, a man who relies upon his mercy,
will ever find it his sheet anchor."
Atkins. Tip us your fin Ben. Lets stand
by each other now, so heave a head my boys;
you Ben take the helm, lets keep a good look
out; and mind, if we fall in with any of these
black muzzles, we must fight or die.
Exeunt all but Sally L H.
Sally. What mischief we women make in
this world. So jealousy about me, has brought
my dear Willian into this sad dilemma-why
did I ever leave my father's house, to follow
him in disguise? Why jealousy made me do it;
but this shocking affair, has convinced me of
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his truth, and now I'd rather never see my
home again than be separated from him-but
perhaps may lose him now, and William
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never know that his own dear Sall, has been
so long his shipmate.
Song.
To try my William's faith, I went on board his ship,
Disguised like to a sailor lad, dy'e see;
I laughed, joked, sung, danced, and drank my flip,
And learn't each boyish action to a T.
So well I've borne my honors, he does not me suspect,
Lord bless you! why how should he dy'e see;
To preserve him from all danger, I gladly would be wreck'd,
As he's constant, why its every thing to me,
“So I can sing," Yeo ho, fol, de riddle ho !
Like a merry little sailor lad, dy'e see.
One day as in the tops, my William's foot did slip,
Then I felt not like a sailor lad, dy'e see;
I could neither sing, joke, dance, or drink my flip,
But lost each boyish action, Ah! poor me;
My woman's fears were raised by this unlucky fall,
As I saw him headlong pitch o'erboard like a log;
My senses fled away, and I fainted with a squall,
From which he quickly raised me, by a drop of grog.
"When I saw him safe I began to sing,"
Yeo ho, fol, de riddie ho!
"And danced" like a merry little sailor lad, dy'e see.
Now his love is so assured-I am grieved he went so far,
As to bring us to this barren spot dy'e see;
Yet if the Captain's safe, I then may wed my tar,
My William who is every thing to me;
But should they punish him for what is done amiss,
Perhaps doom him to a loss of life dy'e see;
I should curse my jealous fears, that brought him into this,
By following, as a sailor lad to sea.
"Never more should I sing" yeo ho, fol de riddle ho,
“Or dance like” a little merry sailor lad dy’e see.
Exit L. H.
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Enter Simon Noddy R. H.
Oh dear! oh dear! oh dear! I wish I was back
again at Dunghill Farm, why did I ever getten
into my precious stupid yead, to run away
from it, to list into the Royal Marines, and go
a woyaging to see the world? I shall never see
any more on't, that's for sartin, no, no, here I
be's snug enough, shut up like Jack in a Box,
pratty piece o' business Iv'e made on't by list-
ing for the Ingies-sarjant tuold 1, I ware to
mak my fortin, and come home a general but a'ter
all he told I about generals, gold, and fine
sights, Is'e find I have been gammoned, into
being only a private in the Royal Marines, and
stuck on board a ship, to see nothing but sky
and water, talk to me of sights and shews, a
pratty Lord Mayor's show Iv'e made on't oh
dear! oh dear! oh dear!
Pacing stage,
Enter Captain Bowling R. H.
Captain. For shame man! cease this cry-
ing, what cannot be avoided must be borne.
Simon. Ee's, ee's, Coptain, that's all nation
fine to be sure-but I can't bear it, oh dear!
oh dear! oh dear!
Captain. You a man sir! a soldier too!
Simon. Ee's sur that I bees a Royal Marine!
but sarjant says I beant much of a sogur.
Captain. How mean you?
Simon. Why I'll tell you sir from first
to last, to say nothing about general, as sarjant
promised to make I, when I listed into Royal
Marines, I finds I shall never be a Corporal,
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for tho' sarjant gives I a mort of stripes on my
back, I can't get even one upon my arm.
Captain. Indeed! I am afraid you have
been inattentive to his instructions.
Simon. Anan, sir.
Captain. I mean you have not been regular
at drill.
Simon. Lord blesse'e sur, one or to'ther of
um, have been drilling I most all day long,
ever since I listed. But they says I never gets
on, for somehow its so carnation puzzling to
learn this exercise of the Royal Marines.
Captain. Indeed! well I was not aware of
the difficulty of military tactics.
Simon Oh! ee's sur! their antics be very
difficult-do you know they wants to do
more than one thing at a time, and I can't for
my life, then theres our lieftenant, our sarjant,
our corporal, aye, and our little drummer too,
all making a noise together, and as they teached
1 at rational school, “no man can serve two
masters."
Captain. National school, you mean Simon.
Simon. What it beant rational then?
Captain. I did not say that; far be it from
me, to decry the utility of those noble institu-
tions. But lets hear something further of your
marine education.
Simon. Royal marine, if you please sur.
Captain. Certainly! I never wish to dero-
gate from a title so well deserved, by the
eminent services of that highly useful corps,
and truly happy am I to think their resplendent
merit, has attracted notice, and gained them
such a dignified mark of favour, I beg pardon
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Simon, neither myself or country should ever
forget the Royal marines,
Simon. Thankee sur, nor I, I'm sure they
always runs in my yead, but as I mentioned
yead sur, when sarjant teaches I to hold it up,
if he'd only say that, lord bless'ee I could do it
-but then dang it he cries "tention, eyes right
and eyes left," so that I'm bothered, and when
Is'e marching, what wi his “left, right, left, right”
I doesn't know one leg from the t'other, then
he "halts and dresses," I both at one time, till I
am as unhappy as I was when your honour came.
Captain. Well, well, no more just now
Simon
Simon. Thank'ee, zooks I wish drill was
always so short.
:
Captain. We must now forget the past, and
think what's to be done in our present situation.
Simon What more to be larn't yet in the
royal marines? I thought you told Į, sur just
now, drill was over.
Captain. (apart) My fate is much embit
tered by the situation of our female passengers
-where have you left the ladies? I ordered
you to remain with them.
Simon. So I did sur, till the old lady, and
her
young woman went into the wood in search
of ventures, as she called it, to see the world, Į
suppose sur she meant-and then tother
sur, that nice lady, I mean that foreign one sur.
Captain. Ah! the Spanish Donna, I brought
from Calcutta, where she had been in search
of her husband, who was shipwrecked.
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Simon. Ee's, sur, that half widow like, she
was so tired, sur, she sat down and falled fast
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to sleep-so then I comed away, for yon know
it wan't proper for I to stay alone, wi another
man's wife when she ware sleeping.
Captain. Well if that's the case, we must
re-trace our steps, lest some untoward accident
should occur to heighten misfortunes already
too heavy. If my crew, had only deserted me,
I should have been less afflicted, but to see
those confided to ones care, and especially
women, whom we are all bound to protect,
suffer on my account is intolerable. Come
Simon follow.
Exit Captain R. H.
Simon. Follow! now if our sarjant had
been commanding officer, he'd have said
"march" they always do in the royal marines.
Song.
At Dunghill Farm I first saw light,
Simon Noddy were I christened;
And thof not counted vary bright,
My parents eyes they glistened;
To make a farmer long they tried,
My heart it were much daunted ;
But fegs, "other fish were to be fried,”
The world to see I wanted:
Wi its ups and downs, its smiles and frowns, and ali
Its queer vagaries ;-its stars and ribbons iron
Crowns, got, and lost by "March to Paris.”
A sarjant com'd to our town fair,
And told many a pratty tale ;
At his drum and fife I did so stare,
He laughed, swore, and drank my ale!
Says he "but come and list wi me,
"There's a guinea gold in hand;
"A general you quick will be,
"And the world you may commaud :”
Wi its ups and downs, &c.
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I foolish like, believed this mag,
And strutted foine to all beholders;
But soon his cane began to wag,
About my head and shoulders;
With "left and right," I'se bothered quite,
"Heads up-eyes right-stand still;
'March, balt, dress up, and thats not right,"
"Till I'm quite a tired of drill :
Wi its ups and downs, its smiles and frowns,
And all its queer vagaries;-
gets neither ribbands, stars, or cracked crowns→→
Royal Marines! never marched to Paris.
Exit, marching awkardly. R. H.
SCENE V.
A retired cut wood.
Miss Puff discovered seated on a bank, R. H.
Jenny attending.
Jenny. Dear ma'am, don't take on so, tho'
we have not seen any one yet-I dare's to say
we shall.
Miss P. Oh! no Jenny, this is a much
worse place than even the East Indies.
Jenny. Dear ma'am, I thought you said
that was unpossible? I wonder you can men-
tion that horrid place again ma'am, after all
your love affairs failed there.
·
Miss P. True Jenny-but if I had staid a
little longer; a person of my appearance could
not have been overlooked-I do still think
there might have been a chance of my marrying
some rich nabob, but here-
Jenny. The chance ma'am, is just as good
I think.
Miss P. You think! how can you be so
silly as to think any such thing? where there
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don't seem to be one inhabitant, no I was
wrong to leave the Indies, tho' I grant the
chance was rather lessened to what I remember
it fifty years ago, then every lady of my ac-
quaintance who went out to India married
splendidly.
Jenny. Perhaps ma'am if you had gone fifty
years ago, you'd have met with better luck.
Miss P. Fifty years ago! indeed! did I say
fifty years? Oh! it is a mistake of mine Jenny
-1 can't recollect half that time.
Jenny. Oh no to be sure ma'am, that was
before you was born.
Miss P. You are perfectly right Jenny.
Jenny. But I suppose you can remember
ma'am. what all your relations told you before
we left England?
Miss P. Yes, I recollect they wished me to
mope out my days at home-but says I, do you
think Miss Arabella Puff, with all her accom-
plishments, has not a soul above your grovelling
ideas? so I'll go in search of adventures, for
I'm determined to be a bride to none but some
great man, and tho' unsuccessful in Calcutta,
from their want of discernment, who knows
Jenny, even now, but we are left on this Island
for that purpose-so mind when I marry, I'lĮ
promote you to be my maid of honor.
Jenny. (aside) Maid of honor indeed! I'd
rather be any body's wife, than maid of honor
to a queen.
Miss P. Whats that you are muttering
about.
Jenny. I was only wishing you to be a
queen.
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Miss P. Thank ye Jenny, when that event
takes place, I shall certainly prefer you depend
upon it.
Jenny. Perhaps my master may too-such
things they say happen at court.
Friday behind L. H. calls "massa Meschec."
Miss P. (rises) Bless me Jenny, was not
that a mans voice? Oh! dear I am quite
alarmed, quite terrified, quite shocked too-to
be seen in such an undress-oh dear it is very
provoking.
Jenny. (alarmed) Oh! I declare ma'am,
if it isn't a wild negur man; and is coming this
way-Oh La mercy! where shall I go? oh! I
wish we had any body to protect us-if it was
only that stupid marine Simon.
Miss P. I wonder what business he had to
leave us, when the Captain appointed him my
body guard there's another proof of bad taste,
for I suppose he is gone off with that foreign
woman, Jenny.
Jenny. Yes ma'am, these foreigners be the
very devil, they weigles away all the men.
Friday nearer "Why you no come
massa Meschec."
Jenny. Oh! gimini here's that negur coming
nearer.
Miss. P. Mercy on us-who knows what
his intentions may be? how is he drest Jenny?
Jenny. Why ma'am I can't see he is drest
at all.
Miss P. Oh! fie for shame Jenny, what
not drest at all! oh! I shall faint indeed if
thats the case!
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Jenny. He seems to have a hatchet in his
hand.
Miss P. A tomahawk! ah! its one of the
savage Indians-I shall be scalped alive.
Jenny. Scalped-you forget ma'am you
wear a wig.
Miss P. How dare you put me in mind of
my misfortunes? yes, since that dreadful fever,
till my head resumes its late luxuriant ringlets
-I own I am obliged to be temporarily in-
debted to art.
Friday sings behind L. H.
"Massa make fine coats, till cold weader comes,
Me go milk de goats, make cheese and gader plums."
Enters thro' cut wood, bearing earthen jug on
head, hatchet in hand, observes women.
Friday. What me see! two chum chums!
(apart).
(Miss Puff in great agitation.)
Jenny. Oh! dear ma'am be pacified, he
seems very tame, and speaks English too.
Miss P. Does he? I shoud'nt be surprised
if he was some great person in this country.
Jenny. Perhaps a black prince, you know
we had one in England a long time ago.
Miss P. Two Jenny-our own black prince
and prince Lee Boo, this may be a distant
relation to one of them, I think I may venture
to accost him.
Jenny. Yes pray do ma'am.
Miss P. Dread sir, permit a maiden lady
of high birth, who has been induced to visit
this island, to ask whom she has the honour of
addressing?
;、,:
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Friday. My name Friday, what yours &
Miss P. Miss Arabella Puff, youngest
daughter of Mr. Deputy Puff, of Candlewick-
ward, London,
Friday. Who dat? your picaninni? (point-
ing to Jenny)
Miss P. Oh! dear I shall faint! Jenny
what can the brute mean to insinuate, when I
told him I was a maiden lady.
Jenny. He must have forgot that maʼam.
Miss P. Well then I think I shall forgive
him.
Friday. How long you come? when you
go away?
Jenny. He seems very particular in his
enquiries ma'am.
Miss P. Don't he Jenny! why sir, as you
seem so desirous of knowing; I only arrived
to day, but our stay is very uncertain, heigho!
Friday. Heigho! you no well me do any
ting for you? drink some dis. (offers jug.)
Jenny. Oh! he's smitten, I'm sure ma'am.
Miss P. Indeed I think so, oh! dear sir,
you are too good.
Friday. No, me no good, my massa be very
good.
Miss P. His master! there Jenny, observe
what your advice has led me into, you see Iv'e
been demeaning myself by talking to a black
footman.
Friday. My massa great man, he king dis
place.
Jenny. There ma'am didn't I say, we should
meet with something worth having.
Miss P. Ah! but this is no black prince,
after all.
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Friday. Me, massa's head man.
Miss P. He must be prime minister Jenny
-pray sir, will you conduct me, to your
master's lady-his wife I mean, (apart to Jenny)
now I shall hear if his majesty is married.
Friday. He no chum, chum-he white
man's like you, live here all lone.
Jenny. Here's an adventure ma'am, a white
king! thats better than a black prince at any
time.
Miss P. Jenny, come hither-I mean to
fulfil my promise, and I here appoint you my
maid of honor.
Friday. No white chum chums here.
Jenny Better and better, for as there are
no white women here you have an excellent
chance at last ma'am.
Miss P. Yes Jenny, I think its settled
now: but if I had followed my relations silly
advice, instead of being a queen, I should never
even have been introduced at court.
Enter Meschec L. H. eating a bunch of
dried grapes.
Pless ma heart, dese are very fine shun
raisins. If I could only have de fruit from this
Island for noting-vat a speculation it voud be,
vy I should be able to stock all de littel boys
baskets round Change, and sell at a less profit
dan any von else in Rosemary Lane. (apart.)
Miss P. Why I declare Jenny here is
another man.-Pray where did you come
from sir?
Meschec.
Rosemary Lane, ma'am.
Miss P. Rose-mary-Lane; 1 don't un-
derstand you sir.
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Meschec. Perhaps not ma'am, because your
people's alvays calls it Rag Fair.
Miss P. Oh! I think I've heard of the
horrid place in London!
Meschec. Yes, ma'am, I dares shay vat you
have for if your dress did not come from dere,
its going dere very fast.
Miss P. Why indeed these woods are not.
very friendly to ladies' dresses.
Meschec. Vhy now I tink dey are very
loving, and you've got a sweetheart my tear.
Miss P. Heigho! (ogling Jew) where sir?
Meschec, Dere old gentlewoman's (point-
ing to a small bough adhering to Miss Puff's
dress which he picks off.)
Miss P. Provoking insolence to be made
the sport of a jew old clothes
Meschec. Vat you say, about old clothes!
-any to sell? or you ma tear (to Jenny) for
I'd rather make a pargain mid a young woman's
at any times-dey are not so hard hearted.
(talks apart to Jenny.)
Miss P. Impertinent brute! but I hate all
old men, they are generally savages, (goes to
Friday) well sir, now oblige me by conducting
me to the king your master.
Friday. E'es dat me vill-dis vay he live.
Meschec. Vell as de old lady has chosen
de black, 1 vill take care of de fair (offering
hand to Jenny) don't be afraid! I von't do you
any harms, (aside) I tink I have de best pargain
dis time-leave a jew alone for being a judge
of goods, come ma tear, take my arm,-vat
vou'd dey shay now, if dey could only see me
in Rosemary Lane.
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Miss P.
Friday.
Jenny.
Miss P.
Quartetto.
Show me your master if you please,
Old men I hate their freedom.
Him dis way he be making cheese,
And bread so fine him knead um.
And so do we upon my word,
For I'm a famished quite.
Jenny how can you be so absurd,
My hunger's gone by fright.
Meschec. Vy dat is vary shilly den,
Ven you so cheap can board.
Miss P. I was not speaking to the men.
Meschec. Vell I'll not say von vord,
Jenny.
Miss P.
Jenny.
But talk to you ma pretty tear ;
Young vomans if you'll credit,
I'll visper someting 'in your ear. (whispers Jenny)
You'd better not have said it.
Shew me your master if you please,
Old men, I hate their freedom ;
Follow me Jenny.
(To Meschec.) Pray don't teaze,
I shall resent such freedom.
Meschec. If I offend your pardous crave,
I only meant in jokes ;
Jenny.
Vat e'er I said, nay don't look grave,
The old voman's 'twas to hoax
Well here's my haud, but do not then,
Carry your jokes too far;
I can't make love to all the men.
Meschec. Your mistress' schemes to mar.
Miss P. Follow me Jénny, and men's tales never heed 'em.
Meschec. Vy not my tear, pray tell me do-
Miss P. Old men I hate their freedom.
Meschec. Accept ma arm ma pretty tear.
Jenny. No sir I'd rather..not.
Meschec. Pray vat is it you have to fear,
If I know may I be shot;
From every harm this place affords,
Vil I give you protection.
Jenny. Ah! me. I fear your flattering words,
You've such a fine selection.
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Meschec. Vell now I am myself its plain,
For truly that my trade is
To talk smooth, and shell a good pargain,
To ma best friends de ladies.
Miss P. Follow me Jenny if you please,
His words pray do not heed 'em;
While girls believe, the men will teaze,
Old men I hate their freedom.
Exeunt omnes R. H.
END OF THE SECOND ACT.
ACT THE THIRD,
SCENE I.
Crusoe discovered at table, with Miss Puff,
Kolah, Jenny, & Captain Bowling.-Outside
cave in front L. H. C. seated on ground, are
Meschec and Simon, regaling.
Chorus.
Round this rural festive board,
In peace we sit-with plenty stored;
Gratitude—our hearts inspire,
Gratitude-should never tire;
But still in cheerful accents raișe,
Loud peans to our patron's praise;
Worthy host in whom combine,
Valour and bounty-gifts divine.
Crusoe. Welcome ladies, and you my
worthy friends; after this frugal cheer, I trust
we shall feel recruited for approaching labours
-the first of which must be regaining your
vessel from the pirate crew.
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Captain. Thanks generous sir, but that I
apprehend will be a service of much hazard,
if atchieved.
Crusoe. Never despair! our enemies are
not so numerous, for when I seized the boats
(which now lay in readiness to take us on
board) we surprised therein some sleeping
sailors, whom we have secure. Meanwhile I
dispatched my faithful Friday and his father,
to try by the stratagem of halloing; whether
we could not draw the stragglers far into the
woods, where bewildered or fatigued to sleep,
they might fall an easy prey-which plan has
succeeded to my utmost wish.
Captain. Many of the men, I know have
been seduced into this mutiny, and will-readily
come back to their duty, on promise of a pardou.
Crusoe. So I foresaw, and accordingly
empowered my people to assure such of forgive-
ness; and doubt not we shall muster strength
sufficient to perform the task; and reinstate
you speedily in your command.
Captain. I may reckon on your help
Simon?
Simon. (rises, as does Meschec.) Ee's sir,
that you may, for thof I'se no great sogur,
sarjant says; blessee I does'nt mind fighting a
bit for my officer, aye or any other officer, tho'
he may'nt be in the royal marines.
Meschec. Vell, tho' I'm not very fond of
fighting-1 mean mid guns and swords-[
should'nt very much mind trying a round or
two, for a chance of once more seeing Rosemary
Lane.
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Kolah. My services, brave Chief you may
command to get you back your own; and for
our absent champion I dare engage
Crusoe. True lady! we should not forget
that noble Spaniard-but yet I fear we shall
lose his aid; as he is in search of the lady you
mentioned; and if he returns not quickly-
valuable as his assistance would be-we must
dispense with it.
Miss P. I am extremely sorry Captain, in
this general offer of service, that I am precluded
being useful, for though my late father, Mr.
Deputy Puff, of Candlewick Ward, London,
was a very distinguished Lieutenant Colonel of
Volunteers (so much so indeed as to have a silver
soup tureen and ladle presented him bythe corps
he commanded) yet his parental affection, did
not extend to giving me any insight into either
military or naval manœuvres. Unlike this noble
lady, I must confess my total ignorance in the
art of war.
Friday. (from top of ladder outside) Oh!
massa, massa, here me bring more white mans.
MUSIC. All come from interior of cave. Enter
down ladder L. H. Friday, Ben, Sally,
Sailors, and Atkins.
Crusoe. Are you ready to stand or fall
by your Captain; answer yes or no-for little
time is to be lost.
Sailors. Ay, ay sir, every man of us.
Captain. I must make this exception
Governor-all shall have pardon but Will
Atkins.
Sally. (aside) Oh! mercy.
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Atkins. Why Captain what have I done
more than the rest? We were all in a round
robbin I think.
Captain. Thats not true-it was you first
proposed leaving us on shore. However as
the Governor is an Englishman-he releases
the rest upon their good behaviour-but you
Atkins must prepare for death to-morrow.
Atkins. Pardon! pardon, Captain.
Crusoe. How earnestly is forgiveness sought
when detection comes, but no thought of
mercy prevents the commission of crime. The
horrid death you exposed these your superiors
to, by deserting them, unprovided with every
necessary, on what you imagined a desolate
Island, raised no compunction in your breast:
You thought not of the sufferings you thereby
doomed them to, How dare you then to
hope for grace, or to solicit pardon. I shall
secure this ringleader-Friday bring out those
chains that hang within the inner cave.
Friday exits into cave-Atkins implores mercy,
Crusoe. No! your crime was unprovoked!
and though mercy ever should attend on justice;
example must extinguish lawless violence.
MUSIC. Friday re-enters with chains, and with
Crusoe bind Atkins to the rock R. H.
Ben. Well Captain, we will stand by you
to our last; and if any act treacherously now,
let 'em be hanged in chains on the beach.
Forgive me sir, (weeps) though the punishment
is just; I can't see unmoved, a messmate, and
a brave one like Will Atkins in this situation.
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Captain. Your feelings do you credit,
but in this instance they must be disre
garded. So by your future actions let me see
that you obliterate your past misdeeds.
Ben. Captain rely on it, we'll do our duty
-and now messmates what say you to three
cheers on the occasion, "Success to this
expedition, and the British Navy.
Sailors. Huzza! huzza! huzza!
Crusoe and Captain retire up with ladies.
Simon. It's nation strange why he leaved
out Royal Marines.
Meschec. Pless ma heart! dere is as great
a noishe, as ven a ship is paid off, after a three
years' cruise.
Ben. What a smouchee here? why capsise
my bread bag, if ever I touched at any place
from the point of Portsmouth to the point of
Madagascar without seeing a jew.
Meschec. Vell its a proof of deir industry,
and vat vou'd you do now midout them? dey
are de only peoples vat shells you good pargains,
and takes care of your monies vhen you comes
into port-and your vills, and powers vhen
you go to sea again ma tears.
Enter Juan, down ladder.
Crusoe. Hah! my noble friend, I am glad
you're arrived, but how? alone!
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Juan. Yes, I've searched diligently, but in
vain, every part of the Island-this unfortunate
female is no where to be found.
Jenny, Poor dear lady! when last I saw
her she was much fatigued.
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Simon. Now when I last saw her she was
fast asleep.
Juan. But strange there is no trace of her
where you directed me to.
Simon. Well that is odd! for I left her there
I'll swear, or I'm not a Royal Marine.
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Crusoe. Miserable woman! how can she
have disappeared? her recovery would glad
me much-but to our boat, and as we require
all the force we can muster, I can only spare
my little hero to guard this man, (gives Sally
a sword) now mind fidelity to the trust reposed
in you, will be most rigidly expected. Come
friends, ere we depart remember we pledge
ourselves to perish, or to regain the ship.
Within here ladies (pointing to cave) you can
take that repose in safety, which you must so
much need.
Kolah. Thanks, sir! that you may return
victorious is my first wish.
Miss P. And my first wish is Governor,
that you may soon return.
Crusoe. Adieu ladies, now then follow.
MUSIC. Exit up ladder, Crusoe, Spaniard,
Captain, Meschec, Ben, Sailors, Simon, and
Friday, who draws up ladder. Ladies retire
into interior of cave R. H.
Atkins. After all my cruises, that the devil
should tempt me thus. I shall make a fine
figure dangling at the yard arm—I say my lad,
come here.
Sally. Well what would you?
Atkins, Why only this-if you should ever
see England again, try and find out my lost
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Sall, and let her know I died for her, now tell
her the truth, I dare say she'll never hear of it
else, but may think her Will suffered as a
mutineer, and for no real cause.
Sally. What shall I tell her.
Atkins. Say do you see, that I valued not
my life more than a piece of old junk, after she
deserted me, and though she did so, I loved
her to the last, and as they reeved me up, I
prayed for her to be forgiven.
Sally. (Affected) I will! I will!
Atkins. Tell her my boy, I am only sorry
to come to this disgraceful end, because my
pay and prize money is forfeited, which I should
else have left her, to keep her perhaps from
starving; when her great Captain has turned
her adrift on a lee shore.
Sally. "Twould be cruel to suffer you to
die in this mistake; Sally Mayberry never was
false, never loved any one but you.
Atkins. Sally Mayberry! why shiver my
topsail how should you know her name? I
always kept it close reefed-never told it
any one.
Sally. How know it-because (I can no
longer conceal it,) I, I am she.
(Falls into his arms.)
· Atkins. You! you she! so it is indeed!
why how was it I never found you out before?
I must have been as blind as our figure head,
as deaf as our old gunner; aye, and as stupid
as Simon the marine.
Sally. Don't abuse him William; for he's
a cousin of mine, tho' no more aware of my
being near him, than you was five minutes ago.
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But now as I unfortunately was the means of
forfeiting your life, 'tis but just I should try to
save it so don't suppose you shall remain
confined a moment-no I'll liberate or die with
you.
MUSIC. Unbinds him.
Atkins. Thanks, thanks! my lass, but do
you think I'll expose you to danger, never.
Sally. I'm in no danger-my sex will
protect me; and by acknowledging the truth
I doubt not of obtaining pardon.
Atkins. Well now I'm very sorry I wronged
the Captain-but however I must do some-
what to splice my character before I die; when
1 come within hail again, I'll bring in tow,
dead or alive, this Spanish lady they have been
looking out for.
Sally. Yes, but make me the companion of
your voyage, don't think after following you so
long through every danger, I'd desert you now
No, William, here I am, and we'll sink or
swim together. (Puts her arm within his.)
Atkins. Well, but remain here now, I'll
soon return, you've been tired enough, and I'm
sure want rest as much as the other ladies;
who I suppose are all snoozing by this time.
Sally. Ah! but do you think I'll let you go
searching after ladies in a wood without me,
no, no, William, I'll go too.-Yet hold, how
are we to get out? for I perceive the ladder is
taken away.
Atkins. Then we are caged sure enough,
tho' you have knocked off my bilboes, Sally;
we are as bad as under a close blockade, for
we can't sail without license.
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Sally. I have it, trust to a woman's wit at
any time, give me the chains (receives them,
throws them up towards mouth of cave, and they
catch on a point of the rock.) MUSIC. there
William, going to sea has taught me something.
Atkins. It has indeed, and so it has me-
never to be jealous again without cause-now
then my little pilot up you go.
(Lifts her up.)
Sally. Not so, William, let me see you safe
out first, I'll follow.
Atkins. Will you! bless your little soul-
well my girl I believe it will be best, for then I
can secure you from any danger in climbing
the rock, by holding the chain fast at the top,
(climbs up, when at top, takes chain in hand,)
now then my dear girl, be cautious.
Sally. (Climbing up.) Never fear me Willi-
am. Many a woman has brought her lover
into a prison--what pleasure is there in getting
him out of one.
Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A dark thick grown tangled Wood.
Enter Donna Juliana L. H.
Song.
To what shades can I flee for relief,
My bosom oppressed is with fear;
Oh! where shall I bury my grief,
Alas! in these forests so drear.
My Fernandez, thou lost art to me.
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I shall never gaze on thy face more,
My love sure lies drowned in the sea;
My plaints sadden this desolate shore,
But they will not my husband restore;
My Fernandez thou lost art to me,
Oh! wretched destiny, what direful fate pur-
sues me, torn from a loved husband's arms by
the tempests rage, I have in search of him
traversed many countries, braved many perils
without success, and here will be the summit of
my woes! abandoned by this barbarous crew,
I have now wandered from my fellow sufferers,
'till I am bewildered, faint, and exhausted by
hunger and fatigue. I know not what may
have occurred whilst sleep overpowered me:
perhaps the sailors have relented, and returned
to their allegiance, have sailed without me,
perhaps they have fallen victims to beasts of
prey, who doubtless infest these gloomy woods
or more horrid idea, unprovided as they were
for defence, they may have become the sacrifice
of the wilder inhabitants, whose shouts startled
my slumbers, and raised me from my fancied
security, to further flight and misery. But soft
-ah! here advance some of the lawless crew,
-I will avoid them, by plunging more deeply
into the tangled recesses of this forest, and
desolate as I am, rest my hopes on providence
to support me through these dangers.
MUSIC. Exit R. H.
Enter Atkins and Sally L. H.
Atkins. I'll swear I heard voices, and who
it can be, but the damsel we are in search of,
I know not. 'Tis queer steering this without
chart, or compass, my girl.
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Sally Poor lady! I fear she's lost indeed !
what a sad fate her's has been, William.
Atkins Ay, and what a cursed rogue have
I been, to bring so many persons into jeopardy,
and all for thy little ugly face.
Sally. Ay, and to bring your own neck
into jeopardy, William, thats a great deal
worse.
Atkins. And the danger is not past, as the
doctor says, but zounds why do I think of
myself, and stand chatterring here, while per-
haps this poor creature is famishing upon short
allowance, and gasping belike for a drop of
grog. Come my girl, lets scud off; and I hope
we may save her.
Exeunt R. H.
Enter Crusoe & Captain Bowling L. H.
Crusoe. Success has crowned our enterprise,
and now there's no drawback to our happiness
but the escape of this Atkins, and his guard,
for if taken, punishment must follow as example
to the rest.
Captain. And yet, if he could be forgiven,
without a flagrant breach of justice; blood
enough has been shed already in re-taking the
vessel, which now lays at your command, to
convey you where you please,
Crusoe. Then my good friend, I shall once
more view my native land, and though all kind-
red ties after so many years are certainly
sever'd; yet does the tie of nativity, still
twine around my heart; and with reason, for
in all my rambles, (and I've seen every quarter
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of the globe) I never met with any state, or any
place, that for a man to live and die in, could
equal Old England.
Exeunt R. H.
SCENE III.
Sea shore skirted by wooded heights, rock on
R.H in sea.
Enter Donna Juliana U.E.L.H. MUSIC.
Ah! do I once more view the sea-never did
I expect to emerge from those almost impervi-
ous woods-the Atmosphere is lighter, I feel
its influence, I breathe again-once more I
behold the sun? that cheering orb which gives
light and life to distant realms-Oh! my
Fernandez, does it still shine for thee? or art
thou no longer sensible to its beneficent rays-
doubt and sad uncertainty conjures up horrid
images, which hope dispels-sometimes I think
I shall again gaze on his beloved countenance,
at other periods, I imagine he is gone from this
world, to receive his reward in the mansions of
light and peace. (Sees rock R. H.) Could I
attain that rock, possibly from its eminence, I
might gain a view of the ship; and by implore
ing signals of distress, attract their notice and
receive their aid.
Exit R, H. much fatigued.
Enter Atkins L. H.
This is the devil of an island! a man may as
well be in the bay of Biscay in a cockle shell,
bot to be seen? where can she be? I've lost
myself at last, and can neither find Sal, nor
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the Spanish lady-pretty kettle of fish I've
made on it-there's no chance of coming along
side, but by heaving out signals-hilli! ho!
yeo! hilli! ho! yeo!
Exit R. H,
Donna re-enters ascending the rock R. H. the
tide gradually gaining on it.
No trace of the vessel-this is the side too of
the island, I observe where they anchored-
then they have sailed, and I am left alone,
wretched and forlorn. Here am I imprisoned;
and though my mind actively explores distant
climes, and pictures my Fernandez resident
therein; my feeble frame is pent within the
narrow limits of this island, never to go forth
till death releases me. The idea is
The idea is appalling!
and to avoid wearisome reflection, I will
descend, and try by following the shore if any.
succour can be gained.
The tide is seen making during precedent
speech, and has now gained about half the
height of the rock.
Merciful heaven! what do I perceive! the tide
has made such advances on this rock, as to
cut off retreat.-Well then here I must rest
content, and anxiously await its fall.
Tide still making-stage darkens gradually,
though very slow-wind rises-storm of rain,
thunder, and lightning begins,
Ha! but it still encreases, and now approaches,
with such rapid strides as to threaten destruc-
tion day too declines, and hark the dismal
tion--day
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tempest! then am I lost indeed! for what the
waters would not have accomplished, the
furious beating of this ruthless storm must
sure complete.
Storm increases.
Heaven bless my Fernandez! I (She faints.
A violent clap of thunder recovers her.) The
struggle not yet past, but soon I hope to rejoin
my beloved husband. Oh! mercy! receive
my sinking spirit.
Claps her hands, attempts to rise, sinks on
extreme point of rock.
Storm continues-quite dark.
Re-enter Atkins R. H.
Can't make the offing, so I'm returnable-
here's a precious gale coming on, better being
on shore in such a hurricane, even for an old
sailor-I wonder where the devil my Sal is-
I hope in the right latitude, and safe in port,
for it begins to blow great guns, and that poor
woman where can she be? (Flash of lightning
illumines the whole stage) Hah! don't I spy a
sail yonder? (Sees Donna on rock) it must
be her the long lost found at last! Yeho!
there! she don't answer hail though-how to
get at her-never debate my lad! you brought
her into this trouble, and if you lose your life
to get her out on't Bill, why 'twill be more
becoming a sailor to die in discharge of his
duty, than to be cast off like a dog in a jigger,
from the yard-arm,
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Throws off jacket and hat-plunges into sea-
climbs rock-seizes Donna in his arms, and
raises her, just as a wave passes over top of
the rock, "all this action is discernible by
constant vivid flashes of lightning only.
Hah! here's a safer way to shore I see,
Exit R. H. bearing off Donna.
Enter Sally L. H. in agitation-sees by glare
of lightning jacket and hat.
Sally. Ha! what do I see? part of my poor
William's dress; than he has destroyed himself.
Oh! yes, he's drowned! he's drowned.
Paces about distractedly-storm subsides-
light gradually re-appears-enter Atkins
K. H. Donna in his arms.
Atkins. Huzza! huzza! here she is safe at
last-what, and you too my Sal? then I am
happy? now let them hang me when they like.
I shall die content. I say reach the rumbo
canakin out of my jacket there.
Sally brings flask to Atkins, who supports
Donna.
Poor creature its nigh being all over with her,
her anchor is nearly apeak, (puts flask to
Donna's mouth) I say Sal, she's coming about.
Aye, aye girl there's nothing like grog after all.
Donna recovers.
Donna.
Where am I?
Atkins. Safe enough ma'am. I'll take care
of you never fear; you shan't die this squall.
No thanks to me though.
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Donna. Yes, but my thanks are due, for
you preserved me
Atkins. Queer préservation! when 'twas I
brought you into danger. No ma'am, when I
does any thing worth thanks I'll take them-
but now it only makes me think of my past
crimes, so belay if you please.
Enter Juan R. H.
Juan. (Starts.) What is this? can it be
possible? heavenly powers, my Juliana restored
to me.
Catches her in his arms.
Donna. Oh! my Fernandez, (faints)
Juan. Help! help me to support my wife
to the cave.
MUSIC. Exeunt L. H.
SCENE IV.
Grove.—Enter R. H. Meschec with girth belt,
and very broad sword unsheathed in it.
Vell certainly dis island is a very vonderful
place first 1 vas saved from burning by Mr.
Crusoe, midout a preminm-den he saved the
Captain from starving-den ve saved de ship
from sailing-den Mr. Atkins saved de Spanish
lady from drowning, vhich as I understand has
saved him from hanging-Oh! pless ma shoul!
this is such a wonderful place for savings, I
shoudn't vonder if dey established a saving bank
in time.
Enter Simon R. H.
Aha! prother soldier, how you do ma tear?
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Simon: Brother sogur indeed! why you be
no Royal Marine.
1
Meschec. Vell! but I've got my appointment
here—in the military department. (Pointing
to sword) so I hopes after de good use vat I've
made of dis, and de battles vat I've been in, that
I shall be allowed to retire upon the peace
establishment.
Simon. Why I don't know for that, but
if you were in the Royal Marines, you'd get
full pay after twenty years foreign service.
Meschec. Vat! after twenty years foreign
service (at my age) my full pay vou'd be littel
good to me I tinks. No, I'd rather go back to
Rosemary Lane, and be put upon the sinecure
list, vere I'm told dey gets full pay all at vonce
midout any service at all.
Simon. Well dang it, I should like a place
of that kind my sen; good pay and nought to
do for it, would be better even than the Royal
Marines.
Meschec. Vat tink you then ma tear of
staying behind here? Mr. Crusoe vill make us
all freeholders dat do and dat vould be a
very great temptations to our people's in Rose-
mary Lane.
Simon. Will he? ecod if he makes I a
freeholder, I'll take naishen good care, who I
gives my vote to, so as I mought not lose my
place.
Meschec: I declares Mr. Simon you be
quite a Statesman, you look to de loaves and
de fishes.
Simon. May hap then you mean to bide a
bit here yoursen?
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Meschec. Vy as I lost all my goods in this
voyage of discovery, I tink I shall stay a littel
while, till I get something to return mid; else
dey vould laugh at me indeed, in Rosemary
Lane.
Simon. Well but I say, you needn't be long
getting someut to take home, there's a woife
for you-I mean Miss Puff, for Jenny tells I
her missus wants a husband.
Meschec. Vell but Mr. Simon's ve never
marry's any but our own people's in Rosemary
Lane.
Simon. Why you needn't be afeard of quar-
relling at dinner time about pork; for you
know there be'nt a hog in the island.
Mėschec. Ah! Mr. Simon's you vill have
your jokes,(looking off R. H.) but "speak
of de devil, he's sure to come," I hope vat she
didn't hear me tho'. (aside)
Enter Miss Puff and Jenny, R. H.
Miss P. Well gentlemen what do you think
of the news? I understand the Governor intends
visiting England, after an absence of so many
years-do you know who he appoints in his
place?
Meschec. No I dont inteed-but as its a
good place, I dare say dere vil be a number of
candidates.
Simon. Why I wur thinking ma'am, as how
he would make young Mr. Friday head man,
he do seem a great favorite.
Miss P. (aside to) Do you hear Jenny?
well if I imagined that event was to take place
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I should not think of leaving the island. For
as you observe, he has been very polite since
my residence at the Governor's.
Jenny. Another chance ma'am and a young
man too.
Miss P. Your remark deserves attention.
Enter Atkins and Sally, R. H.
Atkins. Come along my girl, we must go
and give three cheers to the Commodore, before
he embarks, and thank him for our pardon.
Meschec. Pless ma soul! vat is dat a
young vomans after all.
Sally. Yes indeed Mr. Meschec, though
compelled to wear these clothes still-Yet I
glory in them, as but for them, I never should
have saved my dear William.
Simon. Well dang my buttous! this be the
oddest thing I ever knowed, since I listed into
the Royal Marines.
Sally. But I can tell you another odd thing
Simon.
Simon. Why can ye though? lets ha' it my
lass then.
Sally. Yes; what think you of my being
Sally Mayberry.
Simon. Odd rabbit it-what you-you my
cousin Sally? I'm quite mistified! Why I sup-
pose there was a pratty kick up at Dunghill
Farm when we were both brushed off.
Miss P. How indecorous! young women
strutting about in mens' apparel, and all to
follow their lovers indeed.
Atkins. Not worse I thinks ma'am, than
old ones going husband hunting to the Indies,
where some of 'em finds no lovers at all,
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Miss P. Oh! the monster! Jenny. (retires
up stage.)
Atkins. I think I had old madam there,
hey Sal? but we are under cruising orders, let
us heave a head, I suppose messmates we shall
all meet at the bower, to see the last of our
worthy Commodore? come croud sail my lass.
Exit Sally and Atkins, L. H.
Miss Puff and Jenny come down-Meschec
and Simon appear conferring together.
Miss P. Well Jenny if things turn out as
I wish and prognosticate, I shall hold my
summer drawing rooms and fete champetre's
at the Bower, where we are now going. And
in addition to my promise respecting yourself,
as that young military man, seems very civil
and active, I shall think of a good situation
for him in the household.
Jenny. I'm sure by so doing ma'am, you'll
very much please your maid of honor.
Exit Miss Puff and Jenny, L. H.
Simon. I thinks Mr. Meschec, that scheme
will answer better, nor the Royal Marines.
Thof I stands no chance of going home a gene-
ral or a great mon, as sarjant told I, I mought
pick up a bit o' money like.
Meschec. Vell! and if you only grow rich,
you'll be sure to be thought by de vorld, not
only a great but a wise man, and you must
get de monies by my plan. And as for sense
Mr. Simons-
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Simon. Leave me alone for that, I'se plenty
of mother's wit about me, I can tell you-why
I'se main clever at farming, and as you be main
clever you says at buying and selling, I think
we shall make someut on't, so come along
partner.
Exit Simon, L. H.
Meschec. Partner! yes I thinks yat ven
you buys and I sells ma tear, I shall make a
pretty good pargain of your mother vit, and
get vonce more vel stocked home to Rosemary
Lane.
Song.
In my sailing about I've sheen many a place,
I've felt many climes! and view'd many a race,
But of all colors, nations and tribes that I've seen,
There's no tribes like the tribes of Israel I ween.
I left Rosemary Lane on discoveries bent,
But I only discovered, I've lost cent per cent,
I've been robbed by de savages of all my pelf,
And after purning of gold, got nigh purnt myself.
Different places on shipboard, I've been snugly borne,
As I'm no married man, I fear'd not Cape Horn,
Now I shall be sole marchant, and no one to cope,
Of growing rich den in time I'll look out for Cape Hope.
De first blacks vat I saw, I quak'd like a ninny,
But ma spirits ver cheer'd ven dey call'd de place Guinea,
Dats a goot dwelling place for a jew now ma tear,
And christians as vell, love deir chink for to hear.
Now a freeholder ven on dis island I'm settled,
And dey asks for my vote, I shall be high mettled,
For as I've left off trading, as I did in old coats,
I'll make a beginning by selling new votes,
In dis I but follow ma petters example,
Ven I deals in court suits, I must shew a sample,
If I make den much monish, dis shall be my plan,
To return home to England and shine a great man
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Dats not hard to do, for ven monies you've got,
You'll be honour'd by all-be ye fool be ye sot,
And by making de pest of every pargain,
I shall vonce more get rich home to Rosemary Lane.
Well, how dey vill stare, as I struts up and down,
Den I'll get made a Christian, in dat vonderful town,
I'll purchase a freehold, and if cash can afford,
No longer plain Meschec, but I'll be a lord.
You may tink vat you please, but dis I intend,
Den lords, ave and princes vill call me dear friend,
For give but goot dinners and plenty of wine
You'll ne'er want for guests at your table to dine,
After some chicken hazard-their money is spent,
I'll lend them afresh, for but ceut for cent,
For still though a lord, I must some profit gain,
The same as I did ven in-Rosemary Laue.
Exit L. H.
SCENE LAST.
A romantic bower, L. H. railing R. H. with
goats jeeding in it, goats to work, grapes
hanging about to dry, the wings tropical,
fruit trees and flowering shrubs interspersed
with grape vines and orange trees in fruit,
centre open to sea in distance, ship at anchor
in the offing.
Enter from bower, Spaniard and Donna.
Juan.
Duetto.
Ambition's schemes shall never more
Tempt me new regions to explore,
Or winds and seas confide,
Ne'er will I quit this happy grove.
Which restored her, I dearly love,
My faithful, constant bride!
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Donna. Gladly I hear you this impart
Most grateful tidings to my heart,
The heart of your fond bride;
Ne'er then will dangers new assail,
Ne'er be the sport of fickle gale,
My Juan and my pride.
Both.
No, here for ever will we dwell,
In soft content, in halcyon cell,
And worldly toys deride;
Blest in the joys of rural life,
Thy happy husband-
Loving wife
Our peaceful days shall glide.
Enter from bower, Kolah.
Kolah. This day loses us our preserver,
our general benefactor, how painful is the
separation of friends, how joyful their re-union.
Let me now congratulate you my country's
pride, on the unexpected recovery of your
aimiable lady, may you experience that happi-
ness together, you richly merit from the misfor-
tunes you have severally encountered.
Donna. Generous Kolah! to thee I am
indebted for my Juan's preservation-without
your tender care of him, his spirits would have
sunk beneath the united shock of shipwreck
and captivity.
Juan. Yes truly Juliana, this good, this
heroic woman, snatched me from destruction,
redeemed me from slavery and saved me to
enjoy the transcendant blessing of our meeting.
Kolah. Why should this beget so much
praise? is it singular to relieve the sufferings of
fellow creatures? if so, I blush for human
nature-sympathy made me act thus-I lost a
husband by wars mischance, but as his body
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was not found on the field of battle, perhaps
e'en now he lives a prisoner-if so may he find-
such help as will mitigate his woes and bring
him back to me as you are restored to each other.
Donna. I trust it will be so, but till that
happy time arrives, be thou my sister and
share what we possess,
Enter Atkins and Sally from behind bower,
come down L. H.
Ha! here's another friend! who at the hazard
of his own life, rescued me from certain death.
Kolah. And as a brave man, the pleasure
of that action is his best reward, and far sur-
passes any thanks bestowed by you.
Atkins. Thats just what I thinks ma'am,
but in better lingo a deal. And now allow me
to introduce my wife; and thof she be a little
queer in her rigging, ne'er heed that ladies,
she's heart of oak I assure you.
Juan. As you forbid us expressing our
gratitude, we must endeavour by our conduct
to evince the sense we entertain of your services.
Atkins. Services! avast sir! 'twas all along
of me, your lady ever got into that scrape, it
could not have happened, if I had not deserted
her here on shore; which though others have
forgiven, I shant easily forgive myself.
Donna. Hold my friend, I ought to thank
you even for that act, else I had never again
seen my Fernandez,
Juan. True my love; and this should teach
us to consider that what we repine at as afflict
ions often prove only blessings in disguise.
Enter Miss Puff and Jenny from behind
bower, come down R, H.
Miss P. I wonder where the Governor is
Jenny? I should like to hear from his own
mouth, who is to succeed him.
Juan. Are we to hope lady, for your con
tinuance on the island? or do you take your
departure with our common friend?
Miss P. Why really, sir, that is a question
which at present remains undecided, and greatly
depends on whom he appoints governor in his
room, do you sir, happen to know the person.
Juan. No, madam, but I believe he will
be announced before our friend goes on board.
Atkins. Why my friend Smouchey, thinks
as how it may be the Commodore's first
Lieutenant, Mr. Friday.
Jenny. (aside to Miss Puff)
Puff) You sef
ma'am its a general report.
Enter Meschec and Simon from behind bower,
Meschec comes down into L. H. corner,
Simon R. H. corner.
Meschec. (to Juan) Vell sir, I am very
happy vat you meets your vife so miraculously,
and hope as you seems in company, a very
loving couple, vat you may never be parted
again.
Juan. Many thanks to you brother sufferer.
Meschec. Oh! sir, I begs vat you vou'd not
mention dat nor tell your vife neither, I am
sure if you did, she'd never like roast dishes
again, no more than myself.
Simon Now I'm sure I loikes roast dishes
best,-whenever I can catch 'em, for I've never
seen many since I left Dunghill Farm, to list
into the Royal Marines.
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Enter Captain rowed in long boat, steered
by Ben.
Alkins. See the Captain heaves in sight.
Board put out by sailors, Captain lands,
comes down in centre.
Captan. Where is our worthy host? I sup-
pose his numerous preparations keep him from
us so long-Atkins I am glad to think, that
your late act of bravery has cancelled your
faults, I have learnt the motives which instigated.
you to regard me as your enemy; and it should
impress strongly on our minds the horrors
which may arise from unfounded suspicion-
Let this be a warning to you, how you indulge
in future, that baneful passion jealousy-For
though you have now escaped its dread effects,
yet both being tinctured with it, I cannot too
strenuously urge your repressing its growth.
Enter Friday, R. H. with Crusoe's skin cap,
umbrella, large bag of money, and parrot in
a rudely wove osier cage.
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Friday. Here come great massa! here he
come so fine, so grand dress, you no know him
when you see him.
Goes to boat, and is busied stowing the baggage,
enter Crusoe R. H. in full dress suit, comes
down to centre, characters open on each side,
forming a vista up and down stage.
MUSIC.
Crusoe. My esteemed friends, at length the
painful task of separation is to be performed
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may
-let me once more survey this scene of many
pleasures, many woes: these my dependants,
objects of my care, (approaching goats, who
from a browsing position rise and come to paling
for him to caress them.) to see them now affects
me: Yes every object that surrounds a long
frequented home; however minute, at such a
moment, demands a tearful sigh-each tree,
each flower, nay every blade of grass that
adorns, every leaf that embowers the humble
cot, becomes an object of admiration and
solicitude, when we reflect we never
behold them more. If thus moved by
minor objects, how much more must I endure,
to separate from thee, friends and companions
in my toils! Brave Spaniard, to thy care, I
submit the superintendance of the island-act-
ing in all things, as I am convinced you will
for the general welfare, I cannot resign it into
abler hands, for Atkins and his wife I have full
pardon, on condition that they remain freely
here; and in these instructions, (giving Span-
iard a large sealed packet,) as you will see sir,
have fully provided for their comfort, as well
as for that of any others who may be inclined
to settle here. To all of whom similar advan-
tages are secured. This being premised, let
me hear if there be any claimants.
Simon. Why sur, as Captain have promised
I my discharge, and my cousin Sally be settled
here like, I should wish if your honor pleases,
to become a freeholder of my own farm, and
if so be as Jenny here keeps her word to I,
about marrying, why I thinks I shant be sorry
tho' I ha' quitted the Royal Marines.
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Miss P. Well Jenny as you please?
Jenny takes Simon's hand.
Oh! take your simple Simon Noddy by all
means. But why do I say any thing-the Nod-
dies are a very numerous family all over the
world.
Simon. Why beloikes they mought be my
lady, but I does not think there be a larger
family of them, then there be of the Puffs.
Meschec. Vell I hopes you remember our
partnership, Mr. Simon.
Simon. Ee's we go halves in every thing--
except my wife.
Atkins. What are you going to stay behind
my old boy?
Meschec. Certainly, for a few years ma tear,
I shall trade about vid Mr. Simon's goods, and
pesides, I should like to be a treeholder, for
vonce, its more den dey vou'd let ma be in
Rosemary Lane.
Friday comes from boat, Ben comes
down to Atkins.
Friday. Canoe right massa, me have take
leave my fader, me ready go to England.
Crusoe. Before I depart let me be assured
that all are satisfied.
Miss P. I am sure I'm not satisfied (aside)
I Sir shall accompany you, without my attend-
ant, as my wardrobe is still on board, I need
not delay your sailing; and when I get back
to Candlewick-ward, I shall dissuade all my
female acquaintance from the mad scheme of
going to India in these days, on a matrimonial
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expedition-though this caution will be need-
less, for "example is stronger than precept,"
and as Miss Arabella Puff, returns unsuccess-
ful, no hope remaius, I think for any one else.
Retires up stage.
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Ben. (to Atkins and Sally,) Well mess-
mates, I wish you both happy, good bye
(shakes hands with them) I hate parting.
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Goes to boat.
gun fires from ship, (in offing) visibly.
Flag hoisted and sails set.
Captain. Worthy sir, all is prepared, for
your reception on board, by that signal.
Crusoe. I attend it, (to Juan) in compli-
ment to you sir, let this spot on which I have
passed so great a portion of my life, bear your
name, and be known to future navigators, as
the island of JUAN FERNANDEZ, as founder
of this colony, let me hope that peace, unani-
mity and good will towards each other,
may reign in the breasts of its inhabitants.
Be assured I shall neglect no opportunity of
contributing to your comforts, and to hear
that your government flourishes will ever glad
the heart of ROBINSON CRUSOE, who
now with thanks for your good wishes and
indulgence of his many errors, reluctantly bids
these his dear best friends a sad, though he
hopes not a last FAREWELL.
Chorus.
"FAREWELL,
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Sung by the characters remaining, during
which Crusoe walks to boat much affected,
leaning on Friday's arm, Captain preceding,
who hands Miss Puff, they sit down, Friday
assists his master up gang board leading into
boat, he turns round, kisses his hand, charac-
ters in two lines, up and down stage, form
TABLEAU.
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