4501 1807 Ai A| 01 01 0| o! 71 61 21 01 41 Colinan Inkle and Yarico THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES INKLE and YARICO: AVi OPERA, IN THREE ACTS. AS PERFORMED AT Til Theatre ' Royal, IN THE H A Y-M A R K E T, WRITTEN Br GEORGE COLMA.N, Junior, DUBLIN. Printed by Brett Smith, No. 3S, Mavy~s!reet, 1807. Dramatis Personam Inkle, - - Mr. Bannister, Jan. Sir Christopher Curry, Mr. Parsons. Medium, - Mr. Baddeley. Camplty, - Mr. Davies. Trudge, - Mr. Edwin. Mate, - Mr Meadows. Planters, Sailors, Is';. V o M E N, Varico, - Mrs. Kemble. Narcissa, - Mrs. Bannister, Wowski, - Mips George. Patty, . - Mrs. Forster, £?CEX£.— Titjl in the Main »f Anxik*. Af'.ertL arix in Barb.-lics / go 1 INKLE and YARICO. H ACT r. .?, •• SCENE I. /f» American /V#7. A'lcium (™;7.6 ■who rifques his life, for a chance of advancing h:s fntereft — Always advantage in view I Trying here to make difcove- ries-t,h#t may promote his profit in JEijgland ! Another Botany B;>yJcberne, m ay hap ! .Nothing elfe could iaduce hint to quit our loraging party from the the coats! mercy on us! What' s that. Mid. That! What? Trudge. Didn't you hear a nnifc ? Med. Y— cb — but- hufh! Oh heaven be praiAl, here he is at lift. Enter Inkle. Now nephew ! Jt.ife. 8<>, Mr. Medium Mtd. Zoundr., one would think, by your confounded cr.ii.pofure, that you were walking in tit. James's Tark is- /•tad of an American foreft, aid that all the beafts were Mining but good company. The hollow trees here, ctntry boxes, and the lions in 'cm foldicrs ; the jackalb, courtiers, ( 5 ; the crocodiles, flue women, and th? baboons, beaux. Whit' the plague made you loiter fo long ? Inkle. Reflection. Med. So I fhtoul I th'mk ; reflection generally come? lajriuaz behind What, fchemin*-, I fmnofe ? never quiet ? Ac it again, eh ? What a happy trader is your f.ither, to have fo prudent a fon f.>r a partner! Why, ybu-are the carefulleft Co. in the whole city ; never lofing light of the main chance, and that's the reafon' perhaps you loll fight of us here osi the main »f America. Inkle. Right, Mr. Medium. Arithmitick I own ha3 been the means or our parting at prefent.' 'Trudge Ha! A fum in divifion I reckon.' (Afide} Med. And pray, if I may be fo bold, what mighty fchems ' has juit tempted you to employ your head, when you ought to make ufe of your heeis ?• Inkle. My heels! Here's pretty doctrine ! Do you think' I travel merely for motion ? A fine expenfive plan for a trader truly. What, wou'd ym have a man of bullnefs come abroad, ■ fcamper extravagantly here and there and every where, then return homeland have nothing to tell, but that he Ins been here and there and every where ? 'Sdeath, Sir, would you have* me travel like a lord ? Med: No, the Lord forbid ! " but I am wrong " perhaps ! there is fomething in the air of this foreil, I believe, thuc inclines people to be hairy.'" Inkle. Travelling; Uncle, was always intended* for improv'emcnt,' and improvement is an advantage ; and ad- vantage is profit, and profit is gain. Which in the travelling transition of a trader, meaiis that you fh-. u'd gain every advantage s, I was proceeding algebraically upon t&s " fuh'cct. a 3 . • ( -. ( c ) MeJ. Indeed ! Ink'u. And juft about extra&ing the f^'jare root. Med. Hum ! Inkle. I was thinking too, if fo many np tires ■ caught how much they might fetch at the markets. Now let me a r k you a quefiicn, cr two, young Caci- bal Catcher,' if yoapfeafe. JtijU:. VWll MeJ. Ar'n't wc bound for Barha to trade, btH chiefly to carry home the daughter of die wvernor, s '* Chriftopher Curry, who has till now been under your father's care in I'hreadnecdle-ftreet for polite Engli.h education ? FniU. Granted. Med. And isn't it ifrfermin'd hetwern the ol 1 F0I6 yt.m are to marry NarciiTa as foon as wc get there ' ffiile. A Sx't thing. Then what the devil do ycu do her hairy negroes, wht'n you ought to be ogling - L tine girl in the; •fbip ? Algebra too! You'ii have other things to thi-.l. ol when you are married, I proniiie you 1 a plodding f v llow v the rands of a young wife, iike a boy!s Gate after fehool, fbon gets" all it* arithmetic!; wip'd off, and then ic . ppears in its true firnple itate ; dark, empty, and Lcuod in Mooch maftcr lr.*!e. IrAc: Not in a match of this kind. Why it's a fable qi *Uf ■•reft from beginning to end, old Aledium. MeJ. Well, well, this is no time to talk. Whv kr. ir.iiead of failing to a wedding, v/e may get cut . ;> I a wedding dinner, tofs'd uy for a dingy CW#e perhaps., or ftcw'd down for a black baronet, or cat kjuv oy ■■■ cctmr.cner ? h.lli. \\ hv i\.re you a: 'n't afraid? Who, I aii aid! Ha! ha! ha! No, not I ! What the itutt ih't'Jd I be afruid of r Thank heaven 1 have a Cijjas ronfeience, and need not to he afraid of any thing. A. koundre) niigtit not be o^uite io ca^y on fufb W occafi:;n ; but it's the part of an honeft man not to behave like a fcou;.- drel. \ have never bth&vcd Uke a fcoundrel.— f-.-r wnitl. u >- ien I am an honefi man you know. But tome— I h*te to toad of my good qualities. Judi. oiuw and fu;.e. my good virtuous. Mr. M« Our companions cau be hut half a mile before vs ; an 4? bwt double their Ueps, we fhall overtake 'em at one uid : by all the powers o£ arithinetji.li. Med. Oh turfe your arithmttick I How are wc to fijd ourway? Iniie. That, Uncle, maft bt left to the d.orine or ( 7 ; SCENE, another part of the Forcjl. A Jhip at am-hor in the bay it a fmall difiancc. fcnter Sailors and a Mate as returning from foraging. . Mate. Come, come, bear a hand, my lads. Tho'f the baV is jufl under our bowfprits, it will take a damn'd deal of tripping to come' at it-«-there's Hardly any (leering clear of the rock» here. But do we mutter all hands.' All right, think ye? " S- i'.ort. All, all, my hearty." " Mate. What Nick Noggin — Ralph Reef -Tom Pioes — " Jack Rattlih— Dick Deck— Mat Malt- Sam Surf-- fen- water calks and a hog ?'' if. Sail. " .Ay aye"— All to a mrrri — befides- yourfeff, and a monkey— the three, land lubbers, that edg"d away in the morning goes- for nothing you know— they're all dead «* ay- hap by this. :' A&aUt. Dead ! you be— Why they're friends of the Captain, End if not brought fafe aboard to-night, you may all chance to have a fait eel for your fupper — that's all. — Moreover the young plodding fpark, he with the grave foul weather face there, is to man the tight little frigate Mife Nardil*, what d'ye call her, that is bound with us lor Barbadoes i Rot them ha* keening under Way I fay. " id iyaiL Foohih dogs J Snppofe they're met by the *• Natives. '' Mate. " Why then the Natives wr.uM look plaguy bla-ck *' upon em 1 do fuppofe." But come, let's fee it a long will bring them to_ Let's have- a full -chorus t'j the good Merchant Ship. the Achilles, thats wrote by our Captain. " Where'* Tom Hpes ?" ♦'. " &ail. Here '* " Mate. Come then^ Pipe all hand*. Crack the druajspf- '■ their ears, my tight fellow. Hail -em with your finKJup- "trumpet." SONG. The Achilles, tho' cbriitcn'd, good Slip; 'tis furrniz'dj From that old Man of War, griat Achilles, fo pri^'d, Was he, like our vefiel, ptay, fairly b.aptiz'd ? ■ Ti tol lol, &C- Poet» fu-Bg that Achilles— if, now they've an itch To ik:g tA:s, future ages may know which is which ; And tjvat one rode in Ureece— and the ether in pitch. , Ti tol loi,&c ( 8 ; •ho' but a merchant fh'p— fure our fupplies. Now yo\jr M< n of War's gain in a lottery lies, Ana how blank they ail look, when they can't get a prize !' i i tul lol, &c What ate all their fine names? when no rhino's behin 1, The Intrepid, and Lion, look fhcepifh you'll find ; Whi.il, aiis: the poor yEolus can't raife the wind! Ti tol lol, Re, Then the Thunderer's dumb ;out of tune the Orpheuo ; The Cere* Iws nothing ~t all to produce ; And the £agle, 1 warrant you looks like a goofe. Ti fol LI, &C. Fv.t wc merchant lads, tho' the foe we can't maul,. Nor are paid like fir.e king fhips,to fight at a caih \\ hy vv-e pay ourfelves well, without fighting at all. . ° Ti u,: ioi, &?. 1,1 SjU. A'vafl ! lock a hfad there. Here they tama chas'd by :i fleet of black dev Is. Mi jb. And the devil a fre have 1 to give 'em. We han't a g:a ii of pnwii. rleft. What muft we do, lads ? : til: r j.Jt and f» Inkle, &c ) Yoho, Lubber*. Croud ail the fail you en, dye mind me ? [ Exeunt SaiUrt* Enter Medium, running acrnfr tbijlage as purfuci by the Bla.hs. A!?.'. Nephew! Trudge! run — fcamper 1 Scour — fly ! Zounds; what harm did I ever do to be hooted to ('.eeth by a pack ot black bloed hounds ? Why Nephew 1 U confound your 1 -ng funis in irithnutiek ! Til take care of myic'if, and if we mult have iny aritlimotick I dot and carry one ferny ( 9 ) .Enter Inkle and Trudge Ikijlilj. Trudge Oh ! that ever I was born, td leave pen, ink, 4Bd powder for this t Inkle. Trudge, how far are the failor* before us ? Trudge. Til run and fee, Sir, direc'tiy. Inkle. Blockhead, come here. The favages-are clofe -upon us ; wefhall fcarce beable toJixcoverou^party. Oct behind this tuft of trees with me; they'll pafs us, and we may then recover the ihip with fefcty. Trudge. ( going behind ) Oh Threadneedte Areet Thread ! — Inkle. Peace. ■ Trudge, ^biding. )*-Needlc->ftreet. ( They hide behiitd treet. Natives crofi. After a long ptttfe illkle Utis from tie tree. ) Jnile. Trudge. Trudge. Sir ( In a vohifper ) Inkle. Are they all gone by ? Trudge. Won't you look and fee? Inkle. ( Looking round. ) So, all's fafe at lad. ( coming firaard ) Nothing like policy in thefe cafe**, but "you'd have run on like a booby ! A tree I fancy you'll find in future the Left refource in a hot purfuit. Trudge-. Oh charming! It's .a "retreat for a iking.- Sir, Mr. Medium, -however, has not got np in- it: yeur uncle, Sir, has run on like a bioby, and has got up- with -our party by this time, 1 take rt, who are new mnft likely at the fliore. Eut whatare-weti) do pext. Sir $ Inkle * Reconnoitre a little, and-then' proceed. Trudge* Then pray, Sir, proceed to reconnoitre ; Tdr the fooner the better. • Inkle. Then look- out, dy'e hear, and tell me, if you difcover any danger. Trudge. Y— Ye.—-s— s Yes. 'But ( trembling ) " As you " underlland this bulinefs better than I, Sir, fuppofe you flick " clofe to my elhowto give -me directions" Inkh. * Gowaxdfy fcoundfel ! * Do as you're order 'd, Sir." •— Well, is the coaft clear ? Trudge. Eh! Oh Lord \ Clear! ( railing bis eyes') Oh dear ! oh dear! the coaft will foon be clear enough now, I promife you—The fhip is under fail, ^ir. " Tnkle. Death -and idxmnation ! " Trudge. Ay, death falls to my lot. I fhall ftarve.andgo " off like a pop-gun." Inkh. -Cdnfuuon 1 my property carried off in theveffel ! Trudge., All, all. Sir, except me. , «' Inllc. Treacherous villains ! My whole enacts loft. . " Trudge. Lord, Sir ! any body but ytiu wou'd only think « * cf effecting his iakty in fuch a iituauou." ( 10 ) Inlle. They miy report me dead, perhaps and dilpofe of my property at the next iUand. {The vejii appears under fail.) 'Tru*e. Ah! there they go. ( A gait jir'd) That will be the laft report ever we ihsU hear from 'cm, I'm afraid — That's a* much as to fay, Good b'ye to ye. And here we Arc left— Two fine, full grown babes in the wood. I-.l'.e. \\ hat an ill tim'J accident! Juft too when my fuCcdjf unio:i with NarcilFa, at Barbadoes, wou'j fo much advairco my inttreit. .Something muft be hir upon, and Ipcedily ; bux what refourcc I {ibitihir.i.) Trudge. I he old one — a tree, Sir; lt'» ail we have for it n-w. U'hat wou'd I give now, to be pcrch'd upon a high {tool, with our brown dtflc, fqueez'd into the pit of n>y I'.nvach — kribbling away on an old parchment; — -.ut ail m/ r.ti ink will be Ipilt by an old black pen of a ucjro. S ONG. I.aft Valentine's Day. A woya^e over feas had not enter'd- my her. J, Had I known on which fide to butter my bre^d- Heigho f furc: I— for hunger rauft die ! I've laii'd like a booby, come here in a fquall, W here, ah s I there'? no bread to butter d at «dj ! Oho ! I'm a terrible bocby 1 Oh, what a fad bcoby am I ! In London, what gay chop-houfe figns in the flreet! Bat the only fign hire U of nothing to eat. Heigho t that 1— for hunger fhould die ! My ffimti n's all loll, I'ma poor liartlngelf, And /of all the wcrld Jd;e a loit mutton myfclf. Oho ! I fh.Ul die a loft mutton ! Oh what a ioll mutton am I! T >r a orat fT'ce of href, ! cou'd roar like abull; And my tiori'.ach's fo empty, my heart is quite fulk Heigho ! that I — for hunger fhou'd die I But grave without meat I muft here meet my grave, r or my B^cm 1 fancy, I never i'nall lave ; Oho! I (hall never fnve my bacon 1 I can't fave my bacon, not II Trade. Hum! I was 'thinking '- J-.iL. Wed, well, what? Something to oar purpofe, I hope ?" Trudge. I was thinking, Sir,— if fo many natives cou'd be ..:, how niuth tliey might f:tch at the Weft lnJi*- maifectr! I.iih. Scoundrel! ts this a time to jeft ? r « ) Trudge. No, faith, Sir ! Hunger is too fharp to be jefted ^vith As for me, I fha'.l fiarve lor want of food. Now you may meet a luckier fate : v ou are able to extract the fquare nrot, Sir ;• and that's the very bed provifion yau can fir. J to live upon But I {noife at a diftance.) Mercy on .us! here they come again. inkle Gonfufion ! Deferted en one Tide, and prefs'd on the other, which way (hall I turn ? — This cavern may prove a fafc retreat to us for the pfefe'nt. .I'll enter, coft what it will Trudge.' (>H Lord! r.o. ffo'riT, don't ;— We fhall pay too dear for our lodging, depend on*t . Iii-'e- This is no time for debating. You are at the mouth of it; lead the way, Trudge. Trudge What ! go in before your honour ! I know my place better, 1 affure you. — I might walk into, more mouths than one perhaps. ( JJtJe ) Jnilc. Coward * then follow me. ( No'lfe again ) Trudge. ImuftSir;I muil! Ah. Trudge, I'rudge ! what a damn'd hole are you getting into ! [Exeunt into the cavern, SCENE, A cave, decorated '■•with jkins of 'linld heafts, feathers, S3V. in the middle of the fcene, a rude kind of curtain, hy way of door to an -apartment. Enter Ir.kk a/.'i/Tcudge, at from the mouth of the Cavern. Trudge. Why, Sir ! Sir ! you mud be mad to go any farther. ; inkle. So far at leaft we have proceeded with fafety. Ha 1 no bad fpecimen of lavage elegance. Thefe ornaments wou'd be worth fome thing in England.— We have Kttle to fear here, I hope; this cave rather bears the pleafing face of a profitable adventure Trudre. Very likejv, Sir! But for a pleafing face, it ha? •the curfed'ft ugly mouth I ever faw in my life. Now do. Sir, get rffas fait as you can, If we once get clear of the natives houfes, we have little to fear from the lions and leopards; for by the appearance of their parlours they feem to have kill'd all the wild beads in the country. Now pray do, my good Mafter, take my advice, and run away. Inkle. Rafcal ! Talk again of going out, and. I'll flea you alive. Trudge That's jufll what! expecT: for coming in.— All that enter here appear, to have had their fkin ftri^t over their ears; 3nd ( urs will be kept for curiofitks— We fnall Hand here.ftuff'd for a couple of white wonders. Inkle. This curtain feems to lead to another apartment ; I'll draw it. Trudge, No, no, no, don's ; don't. We may be cr.ll'd to sccoiifi: for dtfturbingthe company. : you may get a curtain le perhaps Sir. Inkle. Peace, booby, and (land on your guard. Trnr?pre. Oh ! what wi'l become of us! Some grim fevcn font fcTlow ready to fcalp us. Inkle. By heavens ! a •woman. As tbe. ctttaia he flier, Taken in the toil, again he. lies, Again herfcars.aud.iu my lumbers, dies. Tulle'. Our language! Tr.Jgr Zounds, me has thrown mc into a cold fweat. Tar. Hark \ \ heard a noife I \Vo« flcij awake ? whe. ce can it proceed ? [ She viatet Wowfki, and they both come forixard-~ Yarico ic-.eards Inkle; Wowfki toivard/ Trudge- ] ** Trudge. Madam, your very humble fervant." 3 jr. Ah ? wh;it form is this ?— are' you man ? Inkle. True fltfli and blood, my charming heathen, I pro- mife you. Tar, What harmony in his voice ; What a fhape ; How f;ur his Ikin too '. ( gazing ) Trudge. This mufl be a lady of quality, by her flaring, Tar." Say, ftranger, whence conic ycu t { tj ) Inkle. From a tar diftant ifiand, Driven on this coail by ciltreis, and cielcrted by my companions. Yar. And do you know the danger that furrounds you here? Our woodsarc filled with beaftsof prey my country- men too— (Yet, I think they coud'nt find the heart)— might kill you . — It wou'd be a pity if you fell in their way — I think I fbou'd weep if you came to any harm. 'Trudge. Oho I It's time I fee to begin making intcrefl with the chambermaid, ( 'Takes Wowfki apart. Inkle. How wild and beautiful ! Sure there's magic in her fhape, and fhe has riyetted me to the place ; but where ihatl I look for fafety ? let me fly and avoid my death. Tar. Oh ! no, but — (as if puzzled; well then, die Gran- ger, but don't depart. 1 will try to preferve you ; and if you are kill'd, Yarico muft die too ! Yet, 'tis I alone can, fave you; your death is certain without my afliftance ; and indeed, indeed, you fhall not want it. Inkle. My kind Yarico I but what means mull be us'd for my fafety ? Tar. My cave muft conceal you ; none enter it finc'e my father was fla-in in battle. I will b'ring you food by day, then lead you "to our unfrequented groves by moonlight, to liften to the nightingale. If you fhould fleep, I'll watch you and wake you when there's danger. Inkle. Generous Maid ! Then, to you I will owe my life and whilft it lafts, nothing fhall part us. Tar. And fhan't it, fhan't. it indeed ? Inkle. No, my Yarico! For when an opportunity offers to return to my country, you fhall be my companion. Tar. What, crofs the feas ? Inkle. Yes, help me to difcover a veffel, and you fhall enjoy wonders You fhall be deck'd in filks, my brave maid, and have a houfe drawn with hori'es to carry you. Tar. Nay, do not la"ftgh at me — but is it fo ? Ink. It is indeed! Tas. Oh wonder! 1 wifh my Countrywomen cou'd fee me But won't your warriors kill us ? Inkle. No, our only danger on land is here. Tar. Then let us retire further into the cave. Come —your fafety is in my keeping. Inkle. 1 follow you— Yet, can you run fome rifaue in following fiie .'• ( H ) DUE i' T. O/liy, Benny JLafs. Inkle. Ofay, fimple maid, have you form'd any notion Of all the rude dangers in eroding the ocean ? When winds whittle fhrilly, ah 1 won't they re- mind you, To figh with regret for the grot left behind you ? Tar. Ah! no, 1 cou'd fallow and fail the world over, Nor think of my grot when I look at my lover ! The winds which blow round us, your arms for my p ; llo\v, "Will lull us to fleep whilft we're rock'd by each billow. M Inlle. Then fay, lovely lafe, what if hap'ly eipying, " A rich gallant veflel with gay colours flying ? ,l Tar. I'll journey, with .thee, love, to where the land narrows, " And fling all my ores at my back with my arrows. " Eotb. O fay then, my true love, we never will funder. Nor ibrink from the tempeft, nor dread the big thunder ; Whilit cdnAant, We'll laugh at all changes of weather, And journey all over the world both together. [Bxeu/zt thro" the cut of the rock, Mamnt Trudge and Wowflci* 7'; vJge. Whv ! you fpeak Engliih as well as I, my little Wowiki! Wm»f. Hi. \ e . If*! -*nd you learnt it from a flrange man, that d from a big boat, many moons ago, you fay ? V. ; < - :ik mc — teach good many. '■■u Then, what the devil made 'em fo furpriz'd at f.eing us ! w^s he Hke m»? Woivf. (Sbtttet her he i ) Trudge. Not fo fmart a body may hap. Was hi; face now round, and comely; and — ch! {Streaking his chin.) Was it I line ? Woivf. LiVe dead leaf— brown and fhrivel. Trudge, Oh, ho! an old fiiijnvreck'd failor, I warrant; with white and grey hair, th, my pretty beauty- fpot ? ( n ; Wo-wf. Tis ; all white. "When night come, he put it in pocket. Trudge. Oh ! wore a wig. But the old boy taught you fomething more than Englifh, I believe. H r oivf. Ifs. Trudge. The devil he did !' What was it ? IVowj. Teach me put dry grafs, red hot, in hollow white flick Trudge. Aye, what was that for ? Wo-wf Put in my mouth —go poff, poif ! 'TruJge. Zound9 ! did he teach you to fmoke ? * ww; ifs. . 'trudge. And what became of him at laft ? What did your countrymen do for the poor fallow ?' IVuiuf. Eat him one day— Our chief kill him. 'Trudge, Mercy on us ! what damn-'d ftomaths, to fwalloW, a tough old I'ar 1 Though, for the matter of that, there's many of our captains would eat all they kill 1 believe ! Ah poor Trudge ! your killing comes- next. rVovof No, PO— not you— no— {running to him anxionfly) Trudg*. No ? why what fliall I do if 1 get in iheir paws ? Waivf. I fight for you !' trudge. Will you ? Ecod (he's a brave, goodnatur'd •wench ; fhe'll be worth a hundred of your Englifh wive*— Whenever they fight on their hufband's account, it's with him, inftead of for him, 1 fancy. But how the plague anr I to live here ? Wa-uf. 1 feed you— bring you kidi SONG. (One day, heard Mary fay.) White man, never go away ^ Tell me why need you ( Stay with your }V White man, dent leave me ! ( «6 ) Trudge. Zounds 1 leopard's fkin I wear, and feathers fur a i'ummer's fuit ! Ha, ha ! F fhall look like a walking hammer-cloth, at Chriflmas, and an upright fhuttlecock, in the dog day*; and for all this, it my mailer and I find our way to England, you fhall be part of our travelling equipage: and when I get there, I'll jjive you a couple of loi»£ rooms on a firft floor, and vifit you every evening a* foon as I come from the counting-boufe. Do you like it ? Woivf. Ifs, Trudge, Damme, what a flafhy fellow I fhall foem in the city! I'll get her a white boy to bring up the tea-kettle : then I'll teach you to write and dreiV hair. Woivf. You a great man in your country ? i e Oh yes, a very great man. I'm head clerk of the counting houfc, and firtt valet-de chambre of the drtffing room. I pounce parchments, powder hair, black fhoes, ink paper, fhave beards, mend ptMs. Bui bold ; I had forgot one material point — yb» ar'n't married, I hope? F-'c-n-f No: you be my chum chum ! I will. It's boft, however, to be fure of her : for Indian hufbands are not quite fo complai- ifh ones, ard the vulgar do^s might think of looking a little 3fter their fpoufes. Well, as my mafter f-en.s ki.'ig of this place, and has taken his Indian Queen already, I'll e'en be u (her of the black rod here. But yoa id a lover or two in-your time ; eh, Wowflti ? H'o-uf. Oh ifs, great many, I tell you. DUETT. Ifov/. Wampum, Swampum, Yanko, Lanko, Nanko, Pownatowfki, Black man — plenty— twenty fifty forme. White man, woo you truef Trudge. Who ? V/iivf. You. r. Yes, pretty little Wowflti. Woief. Then I leave all,' and I foilow thee. Trudge. Oh then turn about, my little tawny tight one ! Don't you like me ? ; Wo-wJ, If«, like the fnow ! If you flight me.-— Trudrs. Never, not for any white one; y9 ; locks up all ydir faculties. An old filk gown makes yon turn your back on all my fccrets ; a large bonnet blinds your eyes, and a fafliionable higfe handkerchief covers your ears, and ftops your mouth at once, Patty. Fatty DeJr Ma'am, how can you think a body fo mercenary 1 Am I always teafing you about gowns and * gew-jjaws and fallals and finery ? Or do you take rue for a conjurer, that nothing will come out of my mouth but ribands ? I have told the ftory of our voyage, indeed, to old Guzzle, the butler; who is very inquifitive, and ."between ourfelves, is the uglieft old quiz I ever faw in my life. Nar. Well, well, 1 have feen hint; pitted with the fmall- pox and a red face ? Fatty. Right, Ma'am. It's for* all the world like his mailer's cellar, full of holes and liquor ; but when he alks me how you and-i think of the matter, why I look wife, and cry like other wife people who have nothing to lay — All's for the belt. Nar. Ahd, thus, you lead him to imagine I am but little inclined to the match. Fatty. Lord, Ma'am, how could that be I Why, I never faid a word about Captain Campley- Nar. Hufh I hufh, for heaven's fake. Fatty. Ay! riiere it is now — There, Ma'am, I'm as mute as a mack'rel — That name flrikes me dumb in a moment. I don't know how it is, but Captain Campley fome how or other has the nack of Hopping my mouth, oftner than any hody elfe, Ma'am. Nar. His name again ! Confider. — Never mention it, £ dtfire you. • ' Fatty. Not I, Ma'am, not I. But if our voyage from- England was fo pleafant, itwas'nt owing to Mr. Inkle, I'm certain. He did'nt play the fiddle in our cabin, and dance on the deck, and come languishing with a glafs of warm water in his hand, when we were fea-fick Ah, Ma'am, that water warm'd your heart, I'm confident. Mr Inkle ! No, no; Captain Cam " there, he has fbopped my mouth again. Ma'ani-'' ,V jfar. There is no end to this \ Remember, Patty/keep your fecrecy, or you entirely lofe my favour. Fatly* Never fear me, Ma'am. But if fomebody I know is not acquainted with the Governor, there's fuch a thing as dancing at balls, and fqueezing hands when you lead up,. and fqueezing them again when yoa- call down, and walking on the Quay in a morning " Nar. No more of this i" Fatty. O, I won't, utter a fyllable. "I'll go, and take a. felrn .on the (">uay by myfelf, if you think proper-** r 2 j 'irtf-[y)~Bat rsmember, I'm as- clofe as a patch-bos' Mnt\'i the wcrd, Mu'im, ! momife you. SONG. This maxim fci ev*ry one hear, Pn-claim'd fiom the north to the fonth, What ever comes in at your ear, Should never run out at your mouth. We fervants, like fervants of ftate, Should liften to all, and be dumb ; Let others harangue and debate. We look wife— make our hearls— and are muirr, The Judge, in all dignify drefl, tn lik-nee hears barrifters preach, And then, to prove filence is beft, He'll get up, and give 'em a fpeech. Ey faying but little, the maid, Will keep her fwam under her thumb ; And the lover that's true to his trade, Is Certain to ki& and cry mum. [Exit.- Kur. " This heedlefs wench, every time fhe fpeaks, I* dread a difcovery of my fentimer.ts " How awkward is my prefent iituation ! Promis'd to one, who, perhaps, may never again, be heard of^and who, I am fure, if he ever appears- to claim me, will do it merely on the fcore of incereft— prefs'd too, by another, who has already, I fear, too much intcrelt in my heart— what can I do ? What plan can I follow ? Enter Carrrp'ey. Cim/>. Fellow my advice. Narcifu, by all means. Enlift with me, under tht beft banners in the Worid. General Hymen for my money ; little Cupid's his drummer; he has bt<.n besting a-round rub-a-dub oa our hearts, 3nd we have only to obey the word of command, fall into the ranks of matrimony, and march thro' life together. " Ncr. Halt! halt, Capniu ! You march too quick; befides you make matrimony a mere parade " Camp. Faith, 1 l>elieve many make it fo at prefent ; but we axe volunteers, N'anifia ! and 1 am for actual fervice, I promife you." Nmt. I ben confultr our fituation. Stmp. That has bten duly confider'd. In fhort, the cafe Hands exactly thus; your iDtended fpcufe is all for money. 1 am atil for love. He is a rich rogue ; I am rather a poor honeik fellow. He v.ou'd pveket your fcituce; I will take you vtithout a fortune in your pock«. ( 2i ; " Nar. But where** Mr . Inkle'* view of intereft ? Wasn't lie run away from me ? " Camp. And 1 am ready to run away -with you ; you " won't always meet with fuch an offer on an emergency." - Nar. Oh! I am fenfible of the favour, mod gallant Captain Campley ; and my father, no doubt, will be very much oblig'd to you. Camp. Aye, there's the devil of it . Sir Cliriflopher Curry'3 confounded good character — knocks me up at once. Yet I am not acquainted with him neither; not known to him, even by fight ; being here only as a private gentleman on a vifit to my old relation, out of regimentals, and fo forth; and not in'trodue'd to the Governor as other officers of th« place ; But then the report of his hoipitality— his odd, blunt, whimfical friendship — his whole behaviour— Nar. All flare you in the face ; eh Campley ? Camp. They do, till they put me out of countenance. But then again when I flare yon in the face, 1 can't think 1 have any reafon to be afhamed of my proceedings — r ftick here between my love and my principle, like a long between a toaft and a-fentiment. . Nar. And if your love and your principle were put in thefcales, you doubt which would weigh moil ? : Camp. Ohj no ! I fhoufd act like a rogue, and let principle- kick the beam • For love, Narciffa, is as heavy as lead, and , like a bullet from a piftol, cou'd never go thro' the heart, if it wanted weight. Nar. Or rather like the piftol itfelf, that often goes off 1 without any harm done. e, aye, do fo — Why what return can the wench wifh more than taking her from a wild, idle, lavage people, and providing for her here with reputable hard work, in a genteel, polifh'd, tender chriftian country. Inkle. Well, Sir, at noon. 2'lant. I'll meet you — but remember, young gentleman, you mufl get o her off your hands — you mull indeed. — L fhall have her a bargain, 1 lee that. — Your fsrvant. — Zounds ! how late it is — but never be put out of your way for a woman— I muft run my wife will play the devil with me for keep- ing breakfaft. [Exit, Inkle- Trudge. 1rud?e. Sir. c 2 ( rt ) Julie. Have you provided a proper apartment ? Trudge. Yes .Sir, at the Crown hi re ; a neat fpruce room they tcfi me. You have not feen fuch a convenient lodging this good while, 1 believe. JnkU. Are there no better inns in the town ? Trudge. Urn ! — Why there's the Lion and the Dragon, and the Bear, and the Boar — but we faw them at the door of <-ur late lodgings, and found but bad accommodation within. Sir. Itille- Well, run to the end of the quay and conduct Ya- rko hither, the road is ftraight before you. You can't mifs it. Trudge. Very well, Sir. What a fine thing it is to turn one's back on a mafter, without running into a wolf's belly ! One can follow one's nofe ou a mtflage here, and be fure it won't be bit off by the way. [Exit, Inkle, l.tt me reflect aliitie. " This horieft planter coun- " fels well." Fart with her.— " What is there in it which. «* camii t be eaiily jufH6ed ?" Juflified ! — " Pfhaw." — My jnttrefl, honour, engagements to Narciffa, ail demand it. My father's precepts too; I can remember when I was a boy what pains he took to mould me ! — Schoci'd me from morn tonight — and {till the burthen of his fong, was — Prudence! Prudence, Thomas, and you'll rifc Early he taught me numbers; which he fajd— and he /aid rightly,-— wou'd give me a quick view of lols and profir, and baniln from my mind thole idle impulfesof pailioji, which mark young thoughtltf* ipeDdthrifts ; his maxims rooted in my heart, aud as 1 grew —'they prew ; till 1 was reckon'd among our friends, a fteady, fober, folid, good young man, and all the neighbours cali'd me '* Tie prudent Mr Thomas." And lhali 1 now at once, kick down the character which I have rais'd fo warily f ■» Part with her. " fell her," The thought once ftruck me in our cabin, as fhe lay fleeping by me ; but in her Cum- bers, fhe pafi: her arm around me, murmur'd a blcffing on my name, and broke my meditations. Enter Yarico and Trudge. Tar. My love ! Trudfre. I have been fhewing her all the warehoufes and bales of goods we met on the quay, Sir. Tar. Oh 1 I have feafted my eyes on wonders. Tiudge. And I'll go feaft on a flice of beef, in the Inn here. [Exit. Tar. My mind has been fo bufy, that T a'moft forgot even you ; I wiih you had ilaid with me — You wou'd have feen uch fights ! JiJU. TLofe fights are grown familiar to me, Yarico. C 29 J Tar. And yet I wifh they were not— — You might partake v\y pleafures but now again, methinks, 1 will not wifh fo for with too much gazing, you might neglec.1 poor TarL o. Inkle. Nay, nay, my care is ft ill for you Tar. I'm fure it is : and if I thought it was not, I'd tell you tales about our poor old grot Bid you remember our Palm-tree near the brook, where in the fhade you often ftretch'd yourfelf, while I wou'd take your head upon my lap, and fing my love to fleep. I know you'll love me then. SONG. Our grotto was the fweeteft place ! The bending boughs, with fragrance Mowing, Wou'd check the brook's impetuous pace, Which murmur'd to be ftopt from flowing. 'Twas there we met, and gaz'd our fill ; Ah ! think on this, and love me flill. "■""■JJ 'Twas then my bofem firft knew fear, Fear to an Indian maid a firangcr j** The war fong, arrows, hatchet, IpeSr, All warn'd me of my lover's danger. For him did cares my bofom fill ; Ah I think on this, and love me ftili. M For him by day with cares conceal'd, " To bring him food, 1 climb'd the mountain; " And when the night no form reveal'd, " Jocund we fought the bubb'ling fountain. " Then, then wou d joy my bofom fill ; *' Ah! think on this, and love me full.'' \_Ex?:ir.t. SCENE. An Apartment in the Eouft of Sir Chriftophcr. Curry. Enter Sir Chriflopher and Medium. Sir Cb. 1 tell you, old Medium, you are all wrong :, Plague on your doubts ! Inkle fhall have my Narciffa : Poor', fellow ! 1 dare fay he is finely chagrin'd at this temporary- parting— —Eat up with blue devils 1 warrant. Med. Eat up by the black devils, 1 warrant, for I left him in heilifh hungry .company. Sir C/j. Pfhawl he'll arrive with the next veffel, depend on't— — — befides, have not I had this in view ever lince they were children ? I mult and will have it fo, I tell you. Is not it, as it were, a marriage made above ? l'hey „/£«// meet, I'm politive. C 3 tied. Shall they ? Then they mud meet where the mar- riage was made, for haug me if I think it will ever happen befow. Sit Cb. Ha! — and if that is the cafe—" hang me," if I think you'll ever be at the celebration of it. Med Yet. let me tell you, Sir Chriftopher Curry — My character is as unfullied as a fheet of white paper. Sir Cb. Vt'eU faid, old fool's-cap ! and it's as mere a blank as a fheet of white paper. " It bears the traces of neither a •' bad or a eood hand upon it ! Z«unds ! I had rather be a •« walking libel on honefty, than fit down a blank in the li- " brary of the world. * l Med- Well, it is not for me to boaft of virtues; That's ,; a vice T never give into. " Sir Cb. Your virtues! zounds what are they? " Med. I am not addicted to pafhon— — that at l£3ft, Sir u Chriftopher " Sir Cb. "is like all your other virtues"— a negative one. You are honed, old Medium, by comparifon : juft as a fellow fent-ne'd to.tranfportation, is haprier than his com- panion condemnor to the gallows — Very worthy, becaufe you are no rogue,'"' a good' friend, becaufe you never bear malice." l ender-hearted becaufe you never go to fires and executions; ard an affectionate father and hufrwnd', be- caufe you never pinch your childrcn T or kick your wife out of bed. Med. And that, as the world goes, is more than every, man can lay for himfelr. Yet fir.ee you force me to fpeak my politive qualities— but, no matter— you remember me in London; " and- know there was fcarctly a laudable inftitu-- tion in town, without my name being in the lift. Hav'nt I '• given m Mtil. Ha ! You're always fo hatty ; amongft the hodge- podge of your foibles, pafiion is always predominant. Sir Chr. So much the better.— " A natural man, unfea- *' fon'd with paffion, is as uncommon as a difh of hodge- 44 podge' without pepper, and devilifh infipid too, old Medi- «« am — Foibles, quotha ? foibles are foils that give addi- tional luftre to the gems of virtue ; you ha-ve not fo many foils as I, perhaps. Med. And, what's more, I don't want 'em, Sir Chrifto- pher, 1 thank you. Sir Chr. Very true; for the devil a gem have you to fet off with 'em. Med. \Vell, well ; I never mention errors; that, 1 flatter myfelf, is no difagreeable quality.— It don't become me to fay you are hot. Sir Car. 'Sblood ! but it does become you; it becomes every man, efpecially an Englishman, tofpeak the di&ates of his heart. SONG. " O give me your plain-dealing Fellows, 44 Who never from honefly fnrink ; 44 Not thinking on all they fhou"d tell us, " But telling us all that they think. 44 Truth from man flows like wine from a bottle, " His free-fpoken heart s a full cup ; 44 But when truth flicks halfway in the throttle, ■ Man's wor e than a bottle cork'd up. ' 4< Complaifance is a gingerbread creature, " Us'd for fhew, like a watch by each fpark ; " But truth is a golden repeater, *'■ That fets a mau right in the dark." " Med. But fuppofe his heart didratesto any one to knock 41 up your friend, .Sir Chriftopher ? " Sir Chr. Eh ! . ■ why then it becomes me to 44 knock him down. 44 Med Mercy onus! if that was the confequence of fcan- 44 dal in England now-a-days, all our fine gentlemen wou'd " cut each other's throats over a bottle; and if it extended 44 to the card- tables, our routs wou'd be fuller of black eyes 44 than black aces." Enter Servant; Serv. An Englilh veflel, Sir, is juft arriv'd in the harbourt ( 3* ; . Sir Ghr. A veffel ! Odd's my life ! — Now for the newg — if it is but as I hope Any difpatches. Serv. Tins letter, Sir, brought by a feilor from the quay. [Exit. " Sir Ghr. Now for it ! if Inkle is but amongft 'em— — •• Zounds! I'm all in a flutter ; my hand (hakes like an af- " pin leaf, and you, you old fool, are as ftiff and fteady as an " oak. Why ar'n't you all tiptoe all nerves i — " Med. Well, read, Sir Chriftopher." Sir Chr. {Opening the letter.)—— Huzza ! here it is.— He's fafe fafe and found at Barbadoes. (Reading) Sir, My mailer, Mr. Inkle, is 'jujl arrived in your barleur. Here, read, read, old Medium M(d.— -(Reading.) 'tZw,— Your harbour.— We nvere taken up by an Englifb "vejfd on the 14th ult. He only •waits till I hwje pujfd his hair to pay his refpeils t* you, and Mifs Narciffa : In the mean time, he has erder'd me to brujb up this Utter, for your Jbonour, from Your humble Servant to command, TlMOTIiY Tut'DGE. Sir Chr. Hey-dey ! here's a (tile 1 the voyage has jumbled the fellow's brains out of their places; the water has made his head turn round : but no matter, mine turns round too. I'll go and prepare Narciffa directly; they fhall be married flap-dafh as foon as he comes from the quay. From Nep- tune to Hymen, from the hammock to the bridal bed. Ha ! old boy ! Med. Well, well; don't flurry yourfelf you're fo hot! Sir Chr. Hot! blood, aii't 1 in the Weft Indies !— an't I Governor of Barbadoes? He fhall have her as foon as he fcts his foot on fhore. " But plague on't, he's fo flow— — " ihe fhsilj rife to him like Venus out of the fea." His hair Eufl 'd ! He ought to have been puffing here out of breath, y this. time. Med. Very true ; but Venus's hufband is always fuppofed to be lame, you know, Sir Chriftopher. Sir Chr. Well, now do, my good fellow, run down to the fiiore, and^ec what detains him. [Hurrying bim of. Med. Well, well; I will, I will. Sir Chr . In the mean time, I'll get ready Narciffa ; and all fhall be concluded in a fe< ond. My heart's fet upon it. Poor fellow! after all his rumbles and tumbles and jumbles, »Hd fits of defpair— I fhall be rejoie'd to ice him : I have not feen him face he was that high.— But zounds ! he's fo tai dy, (31 J Enter Servant. Serv A ftrange Gentleman, Sir, come from the quay, defires to fee you. Sir Chr. From the qmy ! Odds my life! — 'Tis he — 'Tis Inkle! Shew him up directly (Exit Servant.) The rogue is expeditious after all I'm fo happy. Enter Campley. My dear Fellow— (Embracing him—fiates hands. J Vm rejoie'd to fee you. Welcome, welcome here, with all my foul. Camp. This reception, Sir Chriftopher, is beyond my warmtfl wifhes Unknown to you ■— Sir Cbr. Aye, aye; we fhall be better acquainted by and by. Well and how, eh ! I ill me — but old Medium and f have talk'd over your affair a hundred times a day, ever fiuce Narciffa arriv'd. Camp. You furprize me ! Are you then realiy acquainted with the whole affair ? M Sir Chr Every tittle. Camp. And can you, Sir, pardon what is p3ft ?— — •Sir. Chr. Pooh ! how could you help it? Camp. Very true — failing in the fame fhip — acd- Sir Chr. " Aye, aye ; but we have had a hundred con- " jectures about you. Your defpair and diftrefs, and all *' that Your's muft have been a damn'd fituation, to fay " the truth. Camp. " Cruel, indeed, Sir Chriflopher ! and I flatter my- " felf, will move your companion. 1 have been almoir, in- " clin'd to defpair indeed, as you fay,'*— — when you con- sider the paft ilate of my mind the black profpect be- fore me Sir Chr. Ha! ha! black enough, I dare fay. Camp. The difficulty I have felt in bringing myfelf face to face to you. Sir Chr. That I am convine'd of— but I knew you wou'd come the firft opportunity. Camp. Very true: Yet the diftance between the Governor ©f Barbadoes and myfelf. (Bowing.)-— Sir Chr. Yes a devilifh way afunder. Camp. Granted, Sir : which has diftrefs'd me with the cruelleft doubts as to our meeting. Sir Chr. 'Twas a tofs up. Camp. The old gentleman feems devilifh kind. — Now to foften him (Af%de.) Perhaps, fir, in your younger days, you may have been in the fame fituation yourfelf. Sir Chr. Who ? I ! Mblood, no, never in my life. Camp. 1 wifh you had, with all my foul, Sir Chriflopher. ( l\ ) Sir Cbr. Upon my foul, Sir, I'm very much obliged toym:, (Boicitig. Camp. As what T now mention might have greater weight with you. Sir Chr. Pooh ! prithee ! I tell you I pitied you from the bottom of my heart. Camp. Indeed! "had you been but kind enough to have " fent to me, how happy ihou'd i have been in attending " your commands ! Sir Cbr. " I believe you wou'd, egad— ha! ha! fent to " you ! Very well ! ha ! ha ! A dry rogue ! You'd have " been ready enough to come, my boy, I dare fay. (Laughing. Camp. " But now, Sir , M if, with' your leave, 1 may full venture to mention Mifs Narcifla Sir Cbr. An impatient, fenfible young dog ! like me to a hair! 8et your heart at reft, my boy. She's your's; your's before to-morrow morning. Camt>. Amazement I I can fcarce believe my fenfes. Sir Cbr. Zounds ! you ought to be out of your fenfes; but difpatch— make fhortworkof it ever while you live, my boy. ' Enter Narcifla and Patty. Here, girl : here's your fwain. [To Kar. Camp. I jufl. patted with my Narcifla on the quay, Sir. Sir Cbr. Did you ! Ah, fly dog— had a meeting before you came to the old Gentleman —But here—— Take him and make much of him and, for fear of further reparations, you Bull e'en be tack'd together directly. What lay you, girl ? Camp. Will Narcifla confent to my happinefs? Nar. 1 always obey my father's commands with pleafure Sir. (A/iJeio Patty,' " Steal out, Patty, as foon as you can, " and prevent Mr. Inkle's appearance. My father has mis* " taken Campley, I am confident." Patty. " It is not for hrs daughter, Ma'am, to tell him of " his miftakes, you know." Sir Cbr. Od ! I'm fo happy, I hardly know which way to turn; but we'll have the carriage directly ; drive down to the quay; trundle old Spintext into church, and hey for matrimony I Camp. With all my heart, Sir Chriftopher, the fooner the better. * Sir Cbri/!»pber t Catrpley, NarolJJa, Fatty. Sir Cbr. Your Colinettes and Arriettes, Your Damons of the grove, Who like Fallals and Paftorals, Wafte yean in love ! r 35 j But modern folks know better jokes, And, courting once begun, To church they hop at once — and pop— • Egad, all's done ! AIL In life we prance a country dance, Where every couple ftands ; Their partners fet — a while curvett— But foon join hands. JVJr. When at our feet, fo trim and neat, The powder'd lover fues. . He vows he dies, the lady fighs, But can't refufe. Ah ! how oan fhe, unmov'd e'er fee • Her fwain his death incur ? If once the fquire is feen expire, He lives with her, .', \ All. In life, &c. &c. Putty, When John and Bet are fairly met, John boldly tries his luck ; M. He fteals a bufs, without more fufs, The bargain's ftruck. Whilft things below arc going fo ; Is Betty pray to blame ? Who knows up ftairs, her miftrefs fares Juft, juft the lame. All, In life we prance, &c. &c. (Exeunt. End of the Second A<51. M. ACT III. SCENE I. The Quay. Enter Patty. .ERCY on us! what a walk I have had of it ! Well, matters go on fwimmingly at the governor's — The old gen- tleman has ordered the carriage, and the young couple will be whifked here to the church in a quarter of an hour. My kufinefa it to prevent young foberfides, young Inkle, from ( tf J appearing to interrupt the ceremony.— Ha ! here's the Crown, where I hear he is hous'd. So tnow to find Trudge, and trump up a ftory in the true ftile of a chambermaid. (Goes into the houfe ) (Patty loitbin.) I tell you it don't figfc nify, and I will come up. {Trudge ivithin ) But it does fig- iiify, and you can't come up. Reenter Patty -with Trudge. Patty. You had better fay at once, I fhan't. Trudge. Well, then you lhan't. Patty. Savage ! pretty behaviour you have picked up amongft the Hottypots ; you* London civulity, like London itfelf, will foon be loft in inioke, Mr. Trudge ; and the po« litenefs you have ftudied fo long in Threadneedle-ftreet, blotted out by the blacks you have been living with. Trudge. No fuch thing ; I practis'd my politenefs all the while I was in the woods. Our very lodging taught me good manners ; for I could never bring myfelf into it without bowing. 4 Patty. Don't tell me! A mighty civil reception you givs a body truly after a fix weeks parting ! Trudge. Gad.you're right ; I am a little out here, to be furc. {Kijfes htr.) Well, how do you do 1 Patty. Pfhaw, Fellow! I want none of your kifles. Trudge. Oh ! very well — I'll take it again. (Offers to tifs her.) Patty. Be quiet. I want to fee Mr. Inkle, I have a mef- fage to him from Mifs Narciffa. I fhall get a fight of him now I believe. Trudge. May be not. He's a little bufy at prefent. Patty. Bufy, ha ! Plodding 1 What he's at his multiplica- tion table again r Trudge. Very likely; fo it -would be a pity to interrupt him, you know. Patty. Certainly : and the whole of my bufinefs was to prevent his hurrying himfelf — Tell him we fhan't be ready to receive him at the Governor's till to-morrow, d'ye hear I Trudge. No ? Patty. No ! Things are not prepared. The place is'nt in order; and the forvants have not had proper notice of hi* arrival. Trudge. Oh ! let me alone to give the fervants notice — Rat — 1 at — It's all the notice wc had in Threadnecdle-ftreet of the arrival of a vifitor. Patty. Thrcadneedle-llrect 1 Threadneod'e nonfenfe ! I'd have you to know wc do every thing with an air. Matters have taken another turn-—c;:ile! Stile, Sir, is required here I promife you. ( r, ) Trudge. Turn-Stile ! And pray what ftile will ferve your turn now, Madam Patty ? Patty. A due dignity and decorum, to be fure; Sir Chris- topher intends Mr. Inkle, you know, for his fon-iu-Uw, c-d muft reciivehim in public form, (which can't be till to- morrow morning) for the honour of his governorlhip : why the whole iiland will ring of it. Trudge. The devil it will I Patty. Yes ; they've talk'd of nothing but my mifTrefs's beauty and fortune for thefe fix weeks. Then he'll be intro- it might be a furrier's fhop and there was a fine ladj fnoring on a bow and arrows. Patty. What, all aione I Trudge. Eh !— No— no— no. Hum— She had a young lion by way cf a lap-dog. Patty Gemini ! what did you do ? - Trudge. G.ave her a jog. and fhe open'd her eyes— flic flruck my roaftcr immediately Patty. Mercy on us ! with what ? Trudge. With her beauty, you Ninny, to""he fure, and they foon brought matters to bear. The wolves witnefs'd the contract.— I gave her away— The crows croak'd Amen ; and we had board and lodging for nothing. Patty. And is this fhe he tits brought to Barbadoes ? Tru'ge. The fume. Patty. Well; and tell me, Trudge %— fhe's pretty, you fay Is fhe fair or brown ? or—: — Trudge- Tim ! fhe's of a good comely copper. Patty. How \ a tawney ? TruJgt. Yes ; quite dark ; but very elegant ; like a Wedgewood tea-pot. Patty. Oh 1 the monfler I the filthy fellow ! Live with a black-a-moor I Trudge Why, there's no great harm in't, I hope. Patty. Faugh I I would 'n t let him kifs me for the world: he'd make my fact all fmutty. Irudge. Zounds! you are mighty nice all of a fudden; but I'd have you to know, Madam Patty, that Black-a-moor Ladies as you call 'cm, arc fome of the very few, whofe complexions neverjub off! *obud if they did, Wows and 1 r 39 ) ifiou'd have chang'd faces by this time— But mum;— not a word for your life. Patty. Not I! except to the governor and family. (Aftde.) But I mull run— and, remember. Trudge, if yoinr matter has made a miftake here, he hashimfelf to thank for hispains, SONG. Tho' lovers like markfnien, all aim at the heart, Some hit wide of the mark, as we wenches all know; But of all the fhots, he's the worft in the art Who fhoots at a pigeon and kills a crow. O ho ! Your matter has kill'd a crow. When younkers go out, the firft time in their lives, Ar random they (boot, and let fly as they go.; So your mailer unfkili'd how to level at wives, Has Ihot at a pigeon aiid kiii'd a crow. O fco! &c. Love and money thus wafted, in terrible trim ! His powder isfpent, and his fhot running' low : Yet the pigeon he miis'd, I've a notion with him Will never, forfuch a miftake, puck a crow. No ! no ! Your mailer may keep his crow. {Exit Patty. Trudge. Pfhaw ! thefe girls are fo plaguy proud of their white and red ! but I won't be fhamed out of VVows, that's flat. Mafter, to be fure, while we were in the foreft, taught Yarico to read with his pencil and p. cket book. What then ? Wows comes on fine and fait in her leffons. A little aukward at firft, to be fure. — Ha! ha! — She's fo us'u to feed with her hands, that I can't get her to eat her victuals in a genteel Chriftian way fc r the foul of me : when (he has ftuck a morfel on her fork, fhe eion't know how to guide it; but pops up hor knuckles to her mouth, and the meat goes up to her ear. But, no matter — After all the" line fiafhy .London girls, Wowlki's the wench for my money. SONG. A Clerk I was in London gay, Jemmy linkum feedle, Arid went in boots to fee the play, Merry fiddlem tweedle, I march'd the lobby, ftwirl'd my ftick, Diddle, tladdle, deedle ; j The girl's all cry'd, " He's quite the i:ci," i- t Oh Jemmy linkum feedie. .7 r 40 ; Hey! for America I fail, Valtktti doodle decdle ; The failor boys cry'd, " Smoak his tuil V jemmy linkum feedle, On JF.nsrlifh belles I turn'd my back, Diddle, daddle, decdle ; And got a foreign fair, quite black, Oh twaddle, twaddle tweedlc ! Your London girls, with roguifh trip, Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle, Boaft their pouting under-lip, Fiddle, faddie, feedle. My Wows would be.it a hundred fuqh, Diddle, daddle, dcedie, Whofe upper lip pouts twice as much, O pretty double wheedle. Rings I'll buy to deck her toes, Jemmy linkum feedie ; A feather fine ftiall grjee her nofie, Waving fiddle feedle ; "With, jealoufy I ne'er fnali burft, Who'd fLa! my bone of bone-i ? A white Othello lean truft A dingy Defdcmona. [£*//» SCENE I!. A Rocm in tie Crown. Enter Inkle. T V.now not what to think ; I have given her diftant hints of parting but ftill lo ftrong is her confidence in my afFe^tion, fhe prank* on without regarding me. Poor Yarico ! I mult not — cannot quit her. When I wou'd fpeuk, her looks, her mere (implicit)- difarms me; I dare not wound fuch inno- cence. Simplicity is like a fmiling babe, which to the ruf- fian that would murder it, (rretching its little naked, help* lefs arms, pleads fpeechlcfs its own caufe. And yet— Nar- ciiTa's family— Enter Trudge. Trudge. There he is, like a beau, befpeaking a coat- doubting which colour to chufe — Sir— Inkle- What now ? Tutdgc. Nothing uccxpeSed, Sir; I hope you won't be angry. IniU. Angry ! Tmdat. I'm forry for it ; but I am come to give you joy, Sir! r 41 ) Inkle. Joy 1— of what ? Trudge, A wife, Sir; a white one.— I know it will vex you, but Mifs Narcifia means to make you happy to morrow morning. Inkle. To mo) row ! Trudge. Yes, Sir ; and as I have been out of employ in both my capacities lately, after I have drefs'd your hair^ I may draw up the marriage articles Inkle. Whence comes your intelligence, Sir ? Trudge. Patty told me all that has pall at the Governor's family, on the quay, Sir. Women you know, can never keep a fecret. You'll be introduc'd in form, with the whole ifland to vvitnefs it. Inkle. So public too ! — Unlucky ! Trudge. There will be nothing but rejoicings in com- pliment to the wedding, Ike tells me \ alt noife and uproar ; married people like it, they fay. Inkle. Strange ! that 1 fhou'd be fo blind to my intereft as to be the only perfon this dilireffes f Trudge. They are talking of nothing elfe but the match it feems. Inkle. Confufion ! how can f, in honour retract ? Trudge. And the bride's merits — Inkle. True ! — A fund of merits ! — I won'd not — but from lieceflity — a cafe fo nice as this— I — wou'di,t wifh to retrain. Trudge. Then they C\\\ her fo frandlome. Inkle. Very true ; fo handfome ! the whole world wou'd laugh at me -.they'd call it folly to retra.ft. Trudge. And then they fay fo much of her fortune. Inkle . O death ! it wou'd be r.:adhefi to retract. Surely my faculties have flept, and this long parting from my Narciffi, has blunted my fenfe of her acCompl linments. ' Tis this alrne makes me fo weak and wavering. I'll fte her immediately {Ge/'«£\J Trudge Stay, (lay, Sirvl am defir'dto tell you, the Gover- nor wotv't open his gates to us till to-morrow morning, and w now making preparations to receive you at breakfast, with all the honours of matrimony. Inkle. Well, be it fo;.it will give me time, at all events, to put my affairs in train. Trudge. Yes; it's a ihort refpite before execution ; and if your Honour was to go and comfort poor Madam Yarico— Inkle. Damnation ! Scoundrel, how dare you offer your advice ? — 1 dread to think of her. " Trudge. I've done, Sir, I've done. — Bat I know \ fhouli b'.u bbcr over Wows all ra^ht, if 1 thought of parting-with her in the morning, D x ( 42 ; Jnlle. Infolence, begone, Sir ! Trudge. Lord, Sir, I only • J'llU. Get down (lairs, Sir, direc"r'y Trudge. \ Going out] Ah [ you may well put your hand fc your head; and a bad head it mull he, to fcrget that Ma- dam Yarico prevented her ccuntrymen from peeling off the Uf per p'rt of it. {Ajtdc} [Exit. I»tL: 'Sdcatb, what am I about ? how have I Numbered " Rouie, roufe, good Thomas Inkle !" Is it — I — who in London laugh'd at the younkets of the town— and when I faw their churiors, with Ibme fine tempting girl perk'd in the corner, come (bopping to the city, wou'd cry — Ah ! there fits ruin — there flies the Gn-en-horn's money ; then wonder'd with myfelf how men cou'd trifle time on women; rr, indeed, think of any women without fortunes. And now, foriouth, it refls with me to turn romantic puppy, and give up ail for love. Give up !— O monftrpus folly— *:.lr:y thoufai.d pounds ! Trudge. (Peeping in at tie dctr.J Trudgt, May 1 con^.e in, Sir ? jr.iic. What dues the booby want ? Iiud^c. S'u . y»m together, if it \%as bu: th' black hole ! " Since we '• urx'tT'd," 1 have n< t bivn able to Dcp o'nights for thinking of you. I've laid awake and fancied I law y< u iJc-epinp w>ur laft, with your head in a lion's mouth for a n«ht cp ; and I've i« vcr ften a bear brought over to dance al'out the flr «•*■♦■■, but I thought you might be bobbing up and down in its belly. • V Inkle I am "try mutb obliged to you. \ Mtd. Ay, ay, I an; luppy enough to find you fafe and found Iprom.ii you. " whj, I'vt been hunting all over ( 43 ) " the quny, and been in half the houfes upon it, before ! " cou'd find you ; I fhould have been here fooner ciic. " Whew ! I'm fo warm, r've run fo faft" ■ ■ " Inkle. As you did in the foreft — -Eh ! Mr- Medium ? " Med. Well, well , thank heaven we are both out of the *« foreft ? Hounflow-heath ar duflc is a trifle to it. I ihall " never fee a tree without fhaking ; and, I could not walk in " a grove again with comfort, tho' it were in the middle of" " Paradife." But, you have a fine profpect before you now, young man ; I am come to take you with me to Sir Chrlfto- pher, who is impatient to fee you. Julie To-morrow he expects me. Med. To-morrow ! — directly— this moment— in half a fe- cond — I left him {landing on tip-toe as he calls it, to em- brace you ; and he's ftanding on tip-toe, now in the great parlour, and there he'll ftand till you come to him. Inkle. Is he fo hafty ! Med. Hafty ! he's all pepper— —and wendsrs you are net with him, bef< re it's poflible to get at him. Hafty indeed I Why he vows you (hall have his daughter this very night. Inkle. What a fituation ! Med. Why, it's hardly fair juft after a voyage. But come, buftle, buftle, he'll think you neglect him. He's rare and touchy, I can tell you; and if he once takes it into hi* head that you fhew the leaft flight to his daughter, it would knock up all your fchemes in a minute. Inkle. Onfufion ! if he fhould hear of Yarico ! (A/ide ) ■ Med. But at preftnt you are all and all with him ; he ha3 heen telling me his intentions thtfe fix weeks; you'll be a iine warm hufband, \ promife you. Inlle. This curfed connexion ! {Afide ) Me./. It is not for me though to tell you how to play your cards ; you are a prudent young man, and can make calcu- lations in a woat. " I need not tell you that the leaft flia- " dow of affront difobliges a telly old fellow : but reuiem- " bcr, 1 never fpeak ill of my friends." . Inkle Fool! fool! fonl! (Afide.) Med. Why, what the devil is the matter with you ? Inkle. It muft be done effectually or all is loft; mere part- ing would not conceal it. (A/ide.) Med. Ah I now he's got to his damn'd fquare root again, 1 fuppofe ; and old Mick would not move him.— — Why,, nephew ! Inkle. The planter that I Jpoke with cannot be ariiv'd ——but time is precious— the firft I meet common pru- '/. SCENE The Quay. Enter Sir Chriftopher Curry. Sir Chr. Odds my life ! I can fcarce contain my happi- nefs; I've left 'em fafe in church in the middle of the cere- mony; I ought to have given Narciffa away, they told me ; but I caper'd about fo much for joy, that Old Spin- text advifed me to go and cool my heels on the quay, till it was all over. Odds, I'm fo happy ! and they fhall fee now what an old fellow can do at a wedding. Enter Inkle. Inkle. Now for difpatch ! Harkee, old gentleman 1 (to the governor. ) Sir Ctr. Well, young gentleman ? Inkle If I miflakc not, I know your bufinefs here. Sir Cbr. 'Egad, I believe half the ifiand knows it before this time. Inkle. Then to the point— —I have a female whom I wifh to part with. Sir Cbr. Very likely ; 'tis a common cafe now a-days, with many a man. Inkle, If you cou'd firtisfy me, you wou'd ufe her mildly, and treat her with more kindnefs than is ufual for I can tell you, fhe's of no common ftamp perhaps we might agree. Sir Chr. Oho I a Have ! Faith now I think on't, my daughter may want an attendant or two extraordinary ; and as you fay (he's a delicate girl, above the common run, and none of your thick-Iip'd, flat-nos"d, fquubby, dumpling- dowdies,'- 1 don't much care if Inkle. And for her treatment Sir Cbr. Look ye, young man, I love to be plain ; I fhall treat her a good deal better than you wou'd, I fancy , for though I vitnefs this cuftom every day, I can't help think- ing the only excufe for buying our fellow-creatures, is to. rclVue 'cm from the hands of thofc who are unfeeling enough to bring 'cm to market. JnVe. " Somewhat too blunt, Sir ; I am no common trafficker dcperdent upon proud rich planters.'' Fair words, old gentleman ; an Englifhman won't put up an affront. Sir Clr. An Englilhman! More fhame for you ; " Let •' Englifhmen blufh at fuch practices." Men who fo fully ( 45 ) ft;\ the bleflings of liberty, are doubly cruel in depriving the helplei's of their freedom. " Inkle. Confufion! " Sir Ci'f ' lis not my place to fay fo much : hut I can't help fpeaking my mind. Inkle. " I muft be cool."— — Let me affure you, Sir, 'tre- not yyy occupation, but for a private reafon, an inftant pref* fing neccflity -" - ■ ' — Si* Cbr. Well, w«U} I have a prefiing neceffity too; f can't ftand to talk now; 1 expect company here prefently'j hut if you'll alk for me to-morrow at the Cattle ■ Inkle. The Caule ! Sir Cbr. Aye, Sir, the Caflle, the Governor's caftle$ known all over BarbaJoes. InkU. 'Sdeath, this man muft be on the Governor's eftn- blifhment ; his fteward, perhaps, and font aftc me while Sir Chriftopher is impatiently waiting for me. I've gone too far ; my fecret may be known.— As 'tis, 111 win this fel- low to my intereft. (re him.) One word more, Sir : my bufinefs muft be done immediately 5 and as you feem ac- Suainted at the Caftle, if yon ftiould fee me there— —and icre I mean to fleep to-night. Sir Cbr. The Devil you do I Inkle. Your finger on your lips, and never breathe a fyk Jable of this traniaction. Sir. Cbr. No » Why not? Inkle. Becaufe, for reafons which perhaps yr n'll know to morrow, I might be injur *d with the Governor, whofe moft particular friend I am. Sir Cbr. So, here's a particular friend of mine, coming to fleep at my hOufe, that 1 never faw in my life. I'll found th is fellow. (Afidc.*) I fancy, young gentleman, as you are fuch a bofom friend of the governor's, you can hardly do any thing to alter your Otuation with him ? " I fliou'dn't ima- " gine any thing cou'd bring him to think a bit worfe of •' you than he does at prelent." Inkfe Oh ! pardon me; but you'll find that hereafter— heftdes you, doubtlefs, know his character ? Sir Cbr. Oh, as well as I do my own. But let's under- ftandone another. You may truft me, now, you've gone fo far. You are acquainted with his character, no doubt, to a hair. Inkle. I am— I fee we fhall underftand each other. You know him too, 1 fee as well as 1— A very touchy, tefty, hot old fellow. Sir Cbr. Here's a fcoundrel ! 1 hot and tonchy ! Zounds I can hardly contain my paflion! But I won't di/cover myfelf, I'll fee the bottom of this— {to bint. )— Well now** r 46 ; as we ftem to have come to a tolerable explanation — " And, as you maybe affur'd, I'm incapable of whifpering all " this in the Governor's ear," let's proceed to bulinefs— — bring me the woman. Inkle. No ; there yon muft excufe me. I rather wou'd avoid feeing her more; and wifh it to be fettled without my Seeming interference. My prefence might diftrefs her You conceive me ? Sir Cbr. Zounds 1 what an unfeeling rafcal I— The poor girl's in love with him, I fuppofe. No, no, fair and open. My dealing's with you, and you only; 1 fee her now, or I declare off. Inkle Well then, you muft be fati*fied ; yonder's my fervant ha— a thought has flruck me. ' Come here, Sir.- Enter Trudge. I'll write my purpofe, and fend it her by him.— !t's lucky that 1 taught her todecypher characters; my labour now is paid.— This is fomewhat lefs abrupt ; 'twill foftea matters. (to himself.) (takes out his pocket-book and tvritej J Give this to Yarico ; then bring her hither with you. Trudge, I fhail, Sir. [GW*g\] JniU. Stay ; come back. This foft fool, if unir.ftru£?ed t may add to her diftrefs ; his driveling fympathy mzj fetd her grief, inftead of foothing it.— When fhe has read thi» paper, feem to make light of it ; tell her it ; s a thivg of courfe, done purely for her good. I here inform htr that I mutt part with her. D'ye underfrand your leffou ? Trudge. Pa— part with Ma — madam Yar-i-co ! Inkle. Why does the blockhead itammer ! — I have my rea» fons. No muttering— And let me tell you, Sir, if your rare bargain were gone too, t'wou'd be the better ; fhe may babble our (lory of the foreft, and fpoil my fortune. Trudge. I'm forry for it, Sir ; I've liv'd with you a long while: I've half a year's wages too due the 25th ulto. for dreffing your hair and fcribbling your parchments ; but take my fcribbling ; take my frizzing; take my wages; and I and Wows will take ourfelves off together— fhe fav'd my life, and rot me, Sir, if any thing but death fliall part us. Ii.lle: Impertinent ! — Go and deliver your meffagc. Trudge. I'm gone, Sir, Lord, Lord I 'I never carried a letter with fuch ill will, in all my born days. [Exit. Sir Cbr. Well fhall I fee die girl ? Inkle. She'll be here prefently. One thing I had forgot;, when fhe is your's, I need not caution you, after the hints I've givtn to keep her from the caftlc. If Sir Chriftopher fhould fee her, 'twould lead, you know, to a difcovery oi what I wifh cunceid'd. ( 47 ; "Sir Chr. Depend upon me Sir Chriftopher will know no more of our meeting, than he does at this moment. Inkle. Your fecrecy mall not be unrewarded; I'll recom- mend you particularly to his good graces. Sir Chr. Thank ye, thank ye, but I'm pretty much in his good graces as it is : 1 don't know any body he has a greater refpedt for. Re-enter Trudge. Inkle. Now, Sir, have you performed your meflage ? Trudge. Yes, I gave her the letter Inkle. And where is Yarico ?— did fhe fay fhe'd come ? did'nt you do as you were order'd ? did'nt you fpeak to her ? Trudge. I cou'dn't. Sir, I cou'dn't— I intended to fay what you bid me — but, 1 felt fuch a pain in my throat, I cou'dn't fpeak a word, for the foul of me, and fo, Sir, I fell a crying. ' Ifihle. Blockhead! Sir Chr. 'Sbloed, but he's a very honeft blockhead.— Tell roe, my good fellow— what faid the wench ? Trudge. Nothing at all, Sir. She fat down with her two hands clafp'd on her knees, and look'd fo pitifully in my face, I cou'd not ftand it. Oh here fhe comes, I'll go and find Wows. If I muft be melancholy, fhe ihall keep me company. [Exit. Sir Chr. O here fhe comes. Ods my life, as comely a wench, as ever I faw. Enter Yarico, ivho looks fonie time in Inkle 1 * face, burfls into tears, and fills on bis neck. Inkle. In tears, — nay, Yarico! why this? Yar. Oh do not — do not leave me ! Inkle. Why, fimple girl ! I'm labouring for your good. My intereft here is nothing ; I can do nothing from myfelf : you are ignorant of our country's cuftoms. I muft give way to men more powerful, who will not have me with you But fee, my Yarico, ever anxious for your welfare, I've found a kind, good perfon, who will protect you. Tar. Ah ! why not you protect me ? Inkle. I have no means ■ how can I ? Tar. Juft as I flielter'd you. Take me to yonder moun- tain, where I fee no fmoke from tall high houfes, fill'd with y.our cruel countryman. None of your princes there will come to take me from you. And ihou'd they ftray that way we'll find a lurking place, juft like my own poor cave, whtre rpany a day I fat befide you, and blefs d the chance that brought you to it— that I might fave your life. r & ) Sir Cbr. His life! bounds! my blood boils at the fcoun- drel's ingratitude 1 Tar. Come, come ; let's go. I always fear'd thefe ci- ties. Let's fly and feek the woods; and there we'll wander hand in hand together. No cares will vex us then — We'll let the day glide by in idlenels, and you fhall fit in the fhade, and watch the fun-beam playing on the brook, while I wijl fing the fong that pleafes you. No cares, love, but for food — and we'll live cheerily 1 warrant — In the frefh early morning you fhall hunt down our game, and I will pick you berries — and then, at night, I'll trim our bed of leaves, and lie me down in peace— Oh ! we fhall be fo happy ! Inkle. u This is mere trifling, the trifling of an unen- " lightened Indian.'' Hear me, Yarico;*my countrymen and your's differ as much in minds as in complexions. We were not born to live in woods and caves— to feek fubfiftence by purfuing beafis We Chriftians. girl, hunt money, a thing unknown to you. But here, 'tis money which brings us eafe, plenty, command, power, every thing, and of courfe happinefs. You are the bar to my attaining this; therefore 'tis necefiary for my good and which 1 think you value. Tar. You know I do ; fo much, that it wou'd break my heart t» leave you. I/tile. But we muft part. If you are feen with me, I fhall lofe all. Tar. I pave up all for you ——my friends— *my coun- try : all that was dear to me, and ftill grown dearer fince yon fkelter'd there — All, all was left for you, and were it now to do again— again I'd crofs the feas, and follow you all the world over. Inkle. We idle time ; Sir, fhe's your's See you obey this gentleman ; 'twill be the better for you. {going.) Tar. O barbarous! (holding him.) Do nut, do not aban- don me. Inkle. No moie " I'm fixed." Tar- Stay but a little. " I fhan't live long to be a bur- " den to you ; your cruelty has cut me to the heart " Pro* tt& me but a little— »r I'll obey this man, and undergo all hardfhips for your good ; flay but to witnefs 'em. I foari fhall fink with grief, tarry tili then, and hear me blefa your name when I am dyinp ; and beg you now and then, when C- arn gone, to heave a fijjh for your poor Yarico. Inkle. I dare not lift en* You, Sir, I hope, will take good care of her. ( oing.) Sir Cbr. Care of her 1 that I will I'll cherifh her like my own daughter, and pour balm iiuo the heart of * ( 49 ; jrnor innocent girl, that has been wounded by the artifices of a fcoundrel. Inkle. Ha ? 'Sdeath Sir, how dare you ! — Sir Cbr. 'Sdeath, Sir, how dare you look an honefl mart in the. face?— Jni{e. Sir, you (hall feel— — Sir Cbr. Feel ! It's more than ever you did. I believe ; mean, fordid wretch ! dead to all fenfe of honour, gratitude, or humanity 1 never heard of fuch barbarity ! I have a fon-in-law, who has been left in the fame fkuation, but if I thought him capable of fuch cruelty, dam'me if I wou'd not turn him to fea with a peck loaf in a cockle fhelt — — Come, come, cheer up, my girl. You fhan't want a friend to protect you, I warrant you,— (taking Yarico by the hand.) Inkle. Infolenqe ! The Governor fhall hear of this infult. . Sir Cbr. The Governor! lyar! cheat! rogue! impofter! break- ing all ties you ought to keep, and pretending to thofe yon have no right to. The Governor had never fuch a fellow in the whole catalogue of his acquaintance — the Governor dif- owns you— the Governor difclaims you— the Governor ab- hors you ; and to your utter confufion, here ftands the Govet- nor to tell you fo. Here ftands old Curry, who never talk'd a rogue without telling him what he thought of him. Inkle. Sir Chriftopher ! Loft and undone 1 Med. (Without.) Holo ! young Multiplication 1 Zounds! I've been peeping in every cranny of the houfe. Why, young Rule of Three! {Enters / 'rem the Inn.) Oh, here you are at laft. — Ah, Sir Chriftopher! What are you there! too impatient I fee to wait at home. But here's one that will make you eafy, 1 fancy. (Clapping Inkle on ihejboulder.) Sir Cbr. How came you to know him ? Med. Ha ! ha ! Well, that's curious enough too. So you have been talking here without finding out each other. Sir Cbr. No, no ; I have found him out vith a vengeance. Med. Not you. Why, this is the dear boy. It's my ne- phew, that is ; your fon-in-law, that is to be. It's Inkle ! Sir Cbr. It's a lie, and you're a purblind old booby — and this dear boy is a damn'd fcoundrel. Med. Hey-dey, what's the meaning of this? One W39 mad before, and he has bit the other, I fuppoie. ■Sir. Cbr. But here comes the dear boy — the true boy— the jolly boy, piping hot from church, with my daughter* Enter Campley, Narcifla and Patty, Med. Campley ! Sir Cbr. Who, Campley? It'* no fuch thing. Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Chriftopher, E ( 5* ) Sir Cbr. The Devil it is ! And how came yon, Sir, t» impofe upon me, and affuine the name of Inkle ? A name ■which every man of honefty ought to be afhamed of. Camp. \ never did, Sir.— Since I failed from England with your daughter, my affection has daily increased, and when I came to explain myfelf to you, by a number of concurring ciicumftances which I am now partly acquainted with, you miftook me for that gentleman. Yet had I, even then, been aware of your miftake, I muft confefs the regard for my own happinefs would have tempted me to let you remain, undeceiv'd. Sir Cbr. And did you, Narcifla, join in Nar. How cou'd I, my dear Sir, difobey you ? Patty. Lord, your honour, what young lady could refufe a captain ? Camp. I am a Soldier, Sir Chriftopher ; Love and War, is the foldier's motto ; and tho' my income is trifling to your intended fon-in-law's, ftill the chance of war has enabled me to fupport the object of my love above indigence. Her fortune. Sir Chriftopher, 1 do not confider myfelf by any means entitled to. Sir Cbr 'Sblood ! but you muft tho'. "Give me your hand, my young Mars, and blcfs you both together !— — — Thank you, thank you for cheating an old fool into giving his daughter to a lad of fpirit, when he was going to throw her away upon one in whoft breaft the mean paflion of ava- rice fmothers the fmalleft fpark of affection or humanity. InkU. Confufion ! Nar. 1 have this moment heard a ftory of a tranfaclion in the foreft, which, I own, would have rendered a com- pliance with your former commands very difagreeable. Patty. Yes, Sir, I have told my miftrefs, he had brought over a Hotty-pot-gentlewoman. Sir Cbr. Yes, but he would have left her for you, (To Nardjj'a.) and you for his intereft, and fold you, perhaps, as he has this poor girl to me, as a requital for prti'ervinjf his life. Nar. How ? Enter Trudge and Wowfki. Trudge. Come along, Wows; take along, lad leave of your poor Miftrefs : throw your pretty ebony arm about her neck. Wotif. No, no; fhc not go ; you not leave poor Wowfki, (tbrotving ber armi about Yarico.) Sir Cbr. Poor girl '—a companion I take it. Trudge. A thing of my own, Sir; I cou'dn't help follow- ing my 'mailer's example, in the woods.— Z;>f majlcr like man. At> dr. But you wou'on't fell her, and b^e hyng'd to yon, jro( ..ciu'd j'u ? < V ) Trudge. Hang me like a dog, if I wou'd, Sir. Sir Cbr. So fay 1 to every fellow that breaks an obligation due to the feelings of a man. But, old Medium, what have you to fay for your hopeful nephew ? Med. I never fpeak ill of my friends, Sir Chriftopher. SiV Cbr. Pfhaw ! Jnkle . Then let me fpeak : hear me defend a conduct ■ ■ Sir Cbr. Defend ! Zounds ! plead guilty at once, it's the only hope left of obtaining mercy. \ Jnkle. Suppofe, old Gentleman, you had a fon. Sir Cbr. 'Sblood ! then I'd make him an honeft fellow, and teach him that the feeling heart never knows greater pride than when it's employ'd in giving fuccour to the un- fortunate : I'd teach him to be his father's own fon to a hair. Inkle. Even fo my father tutor'd me ; from infancy bend- ing my tender mind, like a young fapling, to his will — lntereft was the grand prop round which he twin'd my pliant green affections ; taught me in childhood to repeat old fay- ings— all tending to his own tfx'd principles: and the firil fentence that I ever lifp'd, was Charity begins at home. Sir Chr. 1 fhali never like a proverb again as long as I live. Inkle. As 1 grew up, he'd prove— and by example— were. I in want, I might e'en ftarve, for what the world cared for' their neighbours ; why then fhou'd X care for the world ? Men now lived for themfelves. Thefe were his doctrines: then, Sir, what wou'd you fay, mould I, in fpite of habit, precept, education, fly in my father's face, and fpurn his councils ? Sir Chr. Say I why that you were a damn'd honeft vn- dutiful fellow. O curfe fuch principles ; Principles which deftroy all confidence between man anil man— Principles which none but a rogue could inftil, and none but a rogue cou'd imbibe.— —Principles i ■ ■» Inkle. Which I renounce. Sir Cbr. £h ! Inkle. Renounce intirely. Ill founded precept too long has fteeled my breaft — but ftill 'tis vulnerable — this trial was too much— Nature 'gainft Habit combating within me, has penetrated to my heart ; a ieart, I own, long callous to the feelings of fenfibiliry : but now it bleeds and bleeds for my poor Yarico. Oh, let me clafp her to it while 'tis glowing, and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing her.] Trudge, [capering about.] Wows, give me akiis! [ Wows goes to Trudge. Tar. And fliall we— -fhall we be happy ? Inkle* Aye ; ever, ever, Yarico, MO Tar, I knew we fliou'd— and yet I fear'd ; but (hall I full watch over you ? Oh Love, you furely gave your Yarico fuch pain, only to make this happinefs the greater. Wo-wf. f going to Yarico.) Oh Wowflci fo happy I and yet 1 think I am not glad neither Trudge. Eh, Wows ! How ! why not ? JTbia/l-'Caufe 1 can't help cry Sir Cbr. Then, if that's the cafe — Curfe me, if I think I'm very glad either. What the plague's the matter with my ey«s ? Young man, your hand— —I am now proud and happy to fhake it. Med. Weil, Sir Christopher, what do you fay to my ' hopeful nephew now i Sir Cbr. Say! Why, confound the fellow, I fay, that is ungenerous enough to remember the bad actions of a man who has virtue left in him to repent it- —— As for you, my goodfellow, (to Trudge.) I mult, with your matter's per- mission, employ you myfclf. Trudge. Orare! — Blefs your honour— Wows I you'll be a Lady, you jade, to a Governor's Fadtotum. Wvim. Us.— I Lady Jacktotum. Sir Cbr. And now, my young folks, we'll drive home, and celebrate the wedding ! Od's my life ! I long to be ihaking a foot at the fiddles, and I fhall dance ten times the lighter, for reforming ar. Inkle, while I have it in iny pow- er to reward ti.e iuuocence of a Yarico. FINALE. CAMPI.EY. Come let us dance and fing, While ull Barbadoes belis lhall rinj Love loupe?- the liddle firing, And Venus plays the lute ; Hymen gay, loots' away, Happy at our wedding day, Cocks his chin, and figures in, 'Jo tabor, file, and flute. (53 ; Come then dance and fing, While all Barbadoes bells fnall ring, &c. Since thus each anxious care *b vanilh'd into empty air, -Ah ! how can • forbear To join the jocund dance ? To and fro, couples go, On the light fantastic toe, ■While with glee, merrily, The rofy hours advance. Chorus', When first the fwelling fea Hither brought my love and me, What then my fate Wou'd be, Little did I think — Doom'd to know care and woe, Happy, ftill is Yarico : Since her love will conftant prove, And nobly fcorn to fhrink. 'Sbobsnow T'm fix'd for life, My fortune's fair, tho black *6 my wife, Who fears domeflic ftrife — Who cares now a foufe ! Merry cheer my dingy dear Shall find with her Factotum here ; JJight and' day, I'll friik aoid play About the houfe, with Wows, dm ( s4 ; Let Pat?y fay'a word, A chambermaid may fure be heard.- ^are men Are grown abfurd, Thu» taking black for white ! To hug and kits a dingy mifs, Will hardly fuit an age like this Unlefs here fome friends appear, Who like this wedding night. 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