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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Inkle and Yarico, by George Colman
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+Title: Inkle and Yarico
+       An opera, in three acts
+
+Author: George Colman
+
+Commentator: Mrs. Inchbald
+
+Release Date: July 5, 2011 [EBook #36621]
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+Language: English
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+[Illustration: INKLE AND YARICO
+  INKLE--BY HEAVENS! A WOMAN!
+  ACT I. SCENE III.
+  PAINTED BY HOWARD. PUBLISHD BY LONGMAN & CO. ENGRAVD BY HEATH.]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+INKLE AND YARICO; AN OPERA, IN THREE ACTS;
+
+  AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL
+  COVENT GARDEN, AND HAYMARKET.
+
+BY
+
+GEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER;
+
+  PRINTED, UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE MANAGERS,
+  FROM THE PROMPT BOOK.
+
+
+WITH REMARKS BY MRS. INCHBALD.
+
+  LONDON:
+  PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATERNOSTER ROW.
+
+
+  T. Davison, Whitefriars,
+  London.
+
+
+
+
+REMARKS.
+
+
+This is a drama, which might remove from Mr. Wilberforce his aversion
+to theatrical exhibitions, and convince him, that the teaching of moral
+duty is not confined to particular spots of ground; for, in those
+places, of all others, the doctrine is most effectually inculcated,
+where exhortation is the most required--the resorts of the gay, the
+idle, and the dissipated.
+
+This opera was written, when the author was very young; and, should
+he live to be very old, he will have reason to be proud of it to his
+latest day--for it is one of those plays which is independent of time,
+of place, or of circumstance, for its value. It was popular before the
+subject of the abolition of the slave trade was popular. It has the
+peculiar honour of preceding that great question. It was the bright
+forerunner of alleviation to the hardships of slavery.
+
+The trivial faults of this opera are--too much play on words (as it is
+called) by Trudge; and some classical allusions by other characters,
+in whose education such knowledge could not be an ingredient.
+
+A fault more important, is--that the scene at the commencement of the
+opera, instead of Africa, is placed in America. It would undoubtedly
+have been a quick passage, to have crossed a fourth part of the
+western globe, during the interval between the first and second acts;
+still, as the hero and heroine of the drama were compelled to go to
+sea--imagination, with but little more exertion, might have given them
+a fair wind as well from the coast whence slaves are _really_ brought,
+as from a shore where no such traffic is held[1].
+
+As an opera, Inkle and Yarico has the singular merit not to be
+protected, though aided, by the power of music: the characters are so
+forcibly drawn, that even those performers who sing, and study that
+art alone, can render every part effectual: and singers and actors of
+future times, like those of the past, and of the present, will find
+every character exactly suited to their talents.
+
+This opera has been performed in every London theatre, and in every
+theatre of the kingdom, with the same degree of splendid success. It
+would have been wonderful had its reception been otherwise; for the
+subject is a most interesting one, and in the treatment of it, the
+author has shewn taste, judgment--virtue.
+
+[Footnote 1: No doubt the author would have ingenuity to argue away
+this objection--but that, which requires argument for its support in a
+dramatic work, is a subject for complaint. As slaves are imported from
+Africa, and never from America, the audience, in the two last acts of
+this play, feel as if they had been in the wrong quarter of the globe
+during the first act. Inkle could certainly steal a native from
+America, and sell her in Barbadoes, but this is not so consonant with
+that nice imitation of the order of things as to rank above criticism.]
+
+
+
+
+PERSONS REPRESENTED.
+
+
+COVENT GARDEN.
+
+  INKLE                            _Mr. Johnstone._
+  SIR CHRISTOPHER CURRY            _Mr. Quick._
+  CAMPLEY                          _Mr. Davies._
+  MEDIUM                           _Mr. Wewitzer._
+  TRUDGE                           _Mr. Edwin._
+  MATE                             _Mr. Darley._
+
+  YARICO                           _Mrs. Billington._
+  NARCISSA                         _Mrs. Mountain._
+  WOWSKI                           _Mrs. Martyr._
+  PATTY                            _Mrs. Rock._
+
+
+HAYMARKET.
+
+  INKLE                            _Mr. Bannister, jun._
+  SIR CHRISTOPHER CURRY            _Mr. Parsons._
+  MEDIUM                           _Mr. Baddeley._
+  CAMPLEY                          _Mr. Davies._
+  TRUDGE                           _Mr. Edwin._
+  MATE                             _Mr. Meadows._
+
+  YARICO                           _Mrs. Kemble._
+  NARCISSA                         _Mrs. Bannister._
+  WOWSKI                           _Miss George._
+  PATTY                            _Mrs. Forster._
+
+
+_SCENE,--First on the Main of America: Afterwards in Barbadoes._
+
+
+
+
+INKLE AND YARICO.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ACT THE FIRST.
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+    _An American Forest._
+
+_Medium._ [_Without._] Hilli ho! ho!
+
+_Trudge._ [_Without._] Hip! hollo! ho!--Hip!----
+
+_Enter MEDIUM and TRUDGE._
+
+_Med._ Pshaw! it's only wasting time and breath. Bawling won't persuade
+him to budge a bit faster, and, whatever weight it may have in _some_
+places, bawling, it seems, don't go for argument here. Plague on't! we
+are now in the wilds of America.
+
+_Trudge._ Hip, hillio--ho--hi!----
+
+_Med._ Hold your tongue, you blockhead, or----
+
+_Trudge._ Lord! sir, if my master makes no more haste, we shall all be
+put to sword by the knives of the natives. I'm told they take off heads
+like hats, and hang 'em on pegs, in their parlours. Mercy on us! My
+head aches with the very thoughts of it. Hollo! Mr. Inkle! master;
+hollo!
+
+_Med._ [_Stops his mouth._] Head aches! Zounds, so does mine, with your
+confounded bawling. It's enough to bring all the natives about us; and
+we shall be stripped and plundered in a minute.
+
+_Trudge._ Aye; stripping is the first thing that would happen to us;
+for they seem to be woefully off for a wardrobe. I myself saw three, at
+a distance, with less clothes than I have, when I get out of bed: all
+dancing about in black buff; just like Adam in mourning.
+
+_Med._ This is to have to do with a schemer! a fellow who risks his
+life, for a chance of advancing his interest.--Always advantage in
+view! Trying, here, to make discoveries, that may promote his profit in
+England. Another Botany Bay scheme, mayhap. Nothing else could induce
+him to quit our foraging party, from the ship; when he knows every
+inhabitant here is not only as black as a pepper-corn, but as hot into
+the bargain--and _I_, like a fool, to follow him! and then to let him
+loiter behind.--Why, nephew;--Why, Inkle.--[_Calling._]
+
+_Trudge._ Why, Inkle----Well! only to see the difference of men! he'd
+have thought it very hard, now, if I had let him call so often after
+me. Ah! I wish he was calling after me now, in the old jog-trot way,
+again. What a fool was I to leave London for foreign parts!----That
+ever I should leave Threadneedle-street, to thread an American forest,
+where a man's as soon lost as a needle in a bottle of hay!
+
+_Med._ Patience, Trudge! Patience! If we once recover the ship----
+
+_Trudge._ Lord, sir, I shall never recover what I have lost in coming
+abroad. When my master and I were in London, I had such a mortal snug
+birth of it! Why, I was _factotum_.
+
+_Med._ Factotum to a young merchant is no such sinecure, neither.
+
+_Trudge._ But then the honour of it. Think of that, sir; to be clerk as
+well as _own man_. Only consider. You find very few city clerks made
+out of a man, now-a-days. To be king of the counting-house, as well
+as lord of the bed-chamber. Ah! if I had him but now in the little
+dressing-room behind the office; tying his hair, with a bit of red
+tape, as usual.
+
+_Med._ Yes, or writing an invoice in lampblack, and shining his shoes
+with an ink-bottle, _as usual_, you blundering blockhead!
+
+_Trudge._ Oh, if I was but brushing the accounts or casting up the
+coats! mercy on us! what's that?
+
+_Med._ That! What?
+
+_Trudge._ Didn't you hear a noise?
+
+_Med._ Y--es--but--hush! Oh, heavens be praised! here he is at last.
+
+_Enter INKLE._
+
+Now, nephew!
+
+_Inkle._ So, Mr. Medium.
+
+_Med._ Zounds, one would think, by your confounded composure, that you
+were walking in St. James's Park, instead of an American forest: and
+that all the beasts were nothing but good company. The hollow trees,
+here, sentry boxes, and the lions in 'em, soldiers; the jackalls,
+courtiers; the crocodiles, fine women; and the baboons, beaus. What the
+plague made you loiter so long?
+
+_Inkle._ Reflection.
+
+_Med._ So I should think; reflection generally comes lagging behind.
+What, scheming, I suppose; never quiet. At it again, eh? What a happy
+trader is your father, to have so prudent a son for a partner! Why, you
+are the carefullest Co. in the whole city. Never losing sight of the
+main chance; and that's the reason, perhaps, you lost sight of us,
+here, on the main of America.
+
+_Inkle._ Right, Mr. Medium. Arithmetic, I own, has been the means of
+our parting at present.
+
+_Trudge._ Ha! A sum in division, I reckon.
+
+                                                              [_Aside._
+
+_Med._ And pray, if I may be so bold, what mighty
+scheme has just tempted you to employ your head,
+when you ought to make use of your heels?
+
+_Inkle._ My heels! Here's pretty doctrine! Do you think I travel merely
+for motion? What, would you have a man of business come abroad, scamper
+extravagantly here and there and every where, then return home, and
+have nothing to tell, but that he has _been_ here and there and every
+where? 'Sdeath, sir, would you have me travel like a lord?
+
+_Med._ No, the Lord forbid!
+
+_Inkle._ Travelling, uncle, was always intended for improvement; and
+improvement is an advantage; and advantage is profit, and profit is
+gain. Which in the travelling translation of a trader, means, that you
+should gain every advantage of improving your profit. I have been
+comparing the land, here, with that of our own country.
+
+_Med._ And you find it like a good deal of the land of our own
+country----cursedly encumbered with black legs, I take it.
+
+_Inkle._ And calculating how much it might be made to produce by the
+acre.
+
+_Med._ You were?
+
+_Inkle._ Yes; I was proceeding algebraically upon the subject.
+
+_Med._ Indeed!
+
+_Inkle._ And just about extracting the square root.
+
+_Med._ Hum!
+
+_Inkle._ I was thinking too, if so many natives could be caught, how
+much they might fetch at the West Indian markets.
+
+_Med._ Now let me ask you a question, or two, young cannibal catcher,
+if you please.
+
+_Inkle._ Well.
+
+_Med._ Ar'n't we bound for Barbadoes; partly to trade, but chiefly to
+carry home the daughter of the governor, Sir Christopher Curry, who has
+till now been under your father's care, in Threadneedle-street, for
+polite English education?
+
+_Inkle._ Granted.
+
+_Med._ And isn't it determined, between the old folks, that you are to
+marry Narcissa, as soon as we get there?
+
+_Inkle._ A fixed thing.
+
+_Med._ Then what the devil do you do here, hunting old hairy negroes,
+when you ought to be obliging a fine girl in the ship? Algebra, too!
+You'll have other things to think of when you are married, I promise
+you. A plodding fellow's head, in the hands of a young wife, like a
+boy's slate, after school, soon gets all its arithmetic wiped off: and
+then it appears in its true simple state: dark, empty, and bound in
+wood, Master Inkle.
+
+_Inkle._ Not in a match of this kind. Why, it's a table of interest
+from beginning to end, old Medium.
+
+_Med._ Well, well, this is no time to talk. Who knows but, instead of
+sailing to a wedding, we may get cut up, here, for a wedding dinner:
+tossed up for a dingy duke, perhaps, or stewed down for a black
+baronet, or eat raw by an inky commoner?
+
+_Inkle._ Why sure you ar'n't afraid?
+
+_Med._ Who, I afraid? Ha! ha! ha! No, not I! What the deuce should I
+be afraid of? Thank Heaven I have a clear conscience, and need not be
+afraid of any thing. A scoundrel might not be quite so easy on such
+an occasion; but it's the part of an honest man not to behave like a
+scoundrel: I never behaved like a scoundrel--for which reason I am an
+honest man, you know. But come--I hate to boast of my good qualities.
+
+_Inkle._ Slow and sure, my good, virtuous Mr. Medium! Our companions
+can be but half a mile before us: and, if we do but double their steps,
+we shall overtake 'em at one mile's end, by all the powers of arithmetic.
+
+_Med._ Oh curse your arithmetic!
+
+                                                             [_Exeunt._
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+    _Another part of the Forest.--A ship at anchor in the bay at
+    a small distance.--Mouth of a cave._
+
+_Enter SAILORS and MATE, as returning from foraging._
+
+_Mate._ Come, come, bear a hand, my lads. Tho'f the bay is just under
+our bowsprits, it will take a damned deal of tripping to come at
+it--there's hardly any steering clear of the rocks here. But do we
+muster all hands? All right, think ye?
+
+_1st. Sail._ All to a man----besides yourself, and a monkey----the
+three land lubbers, that edged away in the morning, goes for nothing,
+you know--they're all dead, may-hap, by this.
+
+_Mate._ Dead! you be--Why they're friends of the captain; and if not
+brought safe aboard to-night, you may all chance to have a salt eel for
+your supper--that's all--Moreover the young plodding spark, he with the
+grave, foul weather face, there, is to man the tight little frigate,
+Miss Narcissa--what d'ye call her? that is bound with us for Barbadoes.
+Rot'em for not keeping under weigh, I say! But come, let's see if a
+song will bring 'em too. Let's have a full chorus to the good merchant
+ship, the Achilles, that's wrote by our captain.
+
+
+SONG.
+
+  _The Achilles, though christen'd, good ship, 'tis surmis'd,_
+  _From that old man of war, great Achilles, so priz'd,_
+  _Was he, like our vessel, pray fairly baptiz'd?_
+                                             _Ti tol lol, &c._
+
+  _Poets sung_ that _Achilles--if, now, they've an itch_
+  _To sing_ this, _future ages may know which is which;_
+  _And that one rode in Greece--and the other in pitch._
+                                             _Ti tol lol, &c._
+
+  _What tho' but a merchant ship--sure our supplies:_
+  _Now your men of war's gain in a lottery lies,_
+  _And how blank they all look, when they can't get a prize!_
+                                             _Ti tol lol, &c._
+
+  _What are all their fine names? when no rhino's behind,_
+  _The Intrepid, and Lion, look sheepish you'll find;_
+  _Whilst, alas! the poor AEolus can't raise the wind!_
+                                             _Ti tol lol, &c._
+
+  _Then the Thunderer's dumb; out of tune the Orpheus;_
+  _The Ceres has nothing at all to produce;_
+  _And the Eagle I warrant you, looks like a goose._
+                                             _Ti tol lol, &c._
+
+_1st. Sail._ Avast! look a-head there. Here they come, chased by a
+fleet of black devils.
+
+_Midsh._ And the devil a _fire_ have I to give them. We han't a grain
+of powder left. What must we do, lads?
+
+_2d. Sail._ Do? Sheer off to be sure.
+
+_Midsh._ [_Reluctantly._] Well, if I must, I must. [_Going to the other
+side, and holloing to INKLE, &c._] Yoho, lubbers! Crowd all the sail
+you can, d'ye mind me!
+
+                                                     [_Exeunt_ SAILORS.
+
+_Enter MEDIUM, running across the stage, as pursued by the Blacks._
+
+_Med._ Nephew! Trudge! run--scamper! Scour--fly! Zounds, what harm did
+I ever do to be hunted to death by a pack of bloodhounds? Why nephew!
+Oh, confound your long sums in arithmetic! I'll take care of myself;
+and if we must have any arithmetic, dot and carry one for my money.
+
+                                                           [_Runs off._
+
+_Enter INKLE and TRUDGE, hastily._
+
+_Trudge._ Oh! that ever I was born, to leave pen, ink, and powder for
+this!
+
+_Inkle._ Trudge, how far are the sailors before us?
+
+_Trudge._ I'll run and see, sir, directly.
+
+_Inkle._ Blockhead, come here. The savages are close upon us; we shall
+scarce be able to recover our party. Get behind this tuft of trees with
+me; they'll pass us, and we may then recover our ship with safety.
+
+_Trudge._ [_Going behind._] Oh! Threadneedle-street, Thread--
+
+_Inkle._ Peace.
+
+_Trudge._ [_Hiding._]--Needle-street. [_They hide behind trees. Natives
+cross. After a long pause, INKLE looks from the trees._]
+
+_Inkle._ Trudge.
+
+_Trudge._ Sir. [_In a whisper._]
+
+_Inkle._ Are they all gone by?
+
+_Trudge._ Won't you look and see?
+
+_Inkle._ [_Looking round._] So all is safe at last. [_Coming forward._]
+Nothing like policy in these cases; but you'd have run on, like a booby!
+A tree, I fancy, you'll find, in future, the best resource in a hot
+pursuit.
+
+_Trudge._ Oh, charming! It's a retreat for a king, sir: Mr. Medium,
+however, has not got up in it; your uncle, sir, _has run on like a
+booby_; and has got up with our party by this time, I take it; who are
+now most likely at the shore. But what are we to do next, sir?
+
+_Inkle._ Reconnoitre a little, and then proceed.
+
+_Trudge._ Then pray, sir, proceed to reconnoitre; for the sooner the
+better.
+
+_Inkle._ Then look out, d'ye hear, and tell me if you discover any
+danger.
+
+_Trudge._ Y----Ye--s--Yes.
+
+_Inkle._ Well, is the coast clear?
+
+_Trudge._ Eh! Oh lord!--Clear! [_Rubbing his eyes._] Oh dear! oh dear!
+the coast will soon be clear enough now, I promise you----The ship is
+under sail, sir!
+
+_Inkle._ Confusion! my property carried off in the vessel.
+
+_Trudge._ All, all, sir, except me.
+
+_Inkle._ They may report me dead, perhaps, and dispose of my property
+at the next island. [_The vessel appears under sail._]
+
+_Trudge._ Ah! there they go. [_A gun fired._]----That will be the last
+report we shall ever hear from 'em I'm afraid.--That's as much as to
+say, Good bye to ye. And here we are left--two fine, full-grown babes
+in the wood!
+
+_Inkle._ What an ill-timed accident! Just too, when my speedy union
+with Narcissa, at Barbadoes, would so much advance my interests.--Ah,
+my Narcissa, I never shall forget thy last adieu.--Something must be
+hit upon, and speedily; but what resource? [_Thinking._]
+
+_Trudge._ The old one--a tree, sir.--'Tis all we have for it now. What
+would I give, now, to be perched upon a high stool, with our brown
+desk squeezed into the pit of my stomach--scribbling away an old
+parchment!----But all my red ink will be spilt by an old black pin of
+a negro.
+
+
+SONG.
+
+[Last Valentine's Day.]
+
+  _A voyage over seas had not entered my head,_
+  _Had I known but on which side to butter my bread,_
+  _Heigho! sure I--for hunger must die!_
+  _I've sail'd like a booby; come here in a squall,_
+  _Where, alas! there's no bread to be butter'd at all!_
+        _Oho! I'm a terrible booby!_
+        _Oh, what a sad booby am I!_
+
+  _In London, what gay chop-house signs in the street!_
+  _But the only sign here is of nothing to eat._
+  _Heigho! that I----for hunger should die!_
+  _My mutton's all lost; I'm a poor starving elf!_
+  _And for all the world like a lost mutton myself._
+        _Oho! I shall die a lost mutton!_
+        _Oh! what a lost mutton am I!_
+
+  _For a neat slice of beef, I could roar like a bull;_
+  _And my stomach's so empty, my heart is quite full._
+  _Heigho! that I--for hunger should die!_
+  _But, grave without meat, I must here meet my grave,_
+  _For my bacon, I fancy, I never shall save._
+        _Oho! I shall ne'er save my bacon!_
+        _I can't save my bacon, not I!_
+
+
+_Trudge._ Hum! I was thinking----I was thinking, sir--if so many
+natives could be caught, how much they might fetch at the West India
+markets!
+
+_Inkle._ Scoundrel! is this a time to jest?
+
+_Trudge._ No, faith, sir! Hunger is too sharp to be jested with. As for
+me, I shall starve for want of food. Now you may meet a luckier fate:
+you are able to extract the square root, sir; and that's the very best
+provision you can find here to live upon. But I! [_Noise at a distance._]
+Mercy on us! here they come again.
+
+_Inkle._ Confusion! Deserted on one side, and pressed on the other,
+which way shall I turn?--This cavern may prove a safe retreat to us for
+the present. I'll enter, cost what it will.
+
+_Trudge._ Oh Lord! no, don't, don't----We shall pay too dear for our
+lodging, depend on't.
+
+_Inkle._ 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, I
+assure you--I might walk into more mouths than one, perhaps. [_Aside._]
+
+_Inkle._ Coward! then follow me. [_Noise again._]
+
+_Trudge._ I must, sir; I must! Ah, Trudge, Trudge! what a damned hole
+are you getting into!
+
+                                               [_Exeunt into a Cavern._
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+    _A cave, decorated with skins of wild beasts, feathers, &c. In the
+    middle of the scene, a rude kind of curtain, by way of door to an
+    inner apartment._
+
+_Enter INKLE and TRUDGE, as from the mouth of the cavern._
+
+_Inkle._ So far, at least, we have proceeded with safety. Ha! no bad
+specimen of savage elegance. These ornaments would be worth something
+in England.--We have little to fear here, I hope: this cave rather
+bears the pleasing face of a profitable adventure.
+
+_Trudge._ Very likely, sir! But for a pleasing face, it has the
+cursed'st ugly month I ever saw in my life. Now do, sir, make off as
+fast as you can. If we once get clear of the natives' houses, we have
+little to fear from the lions and leopards: for by the appearance of
+their parlours, they seem to have killed all the wild beast in the
+country. Now pray, do, my good master, take my advice, and run away.
+
+_Inkle._ Rascal! Talk again of going out, and I'll flea you alive.
+
+_Trudge._ That's just what I expect for coming in.--All that enter here
+appear to have had their skins stript over their ears; and ours will be
+kept for curiosities--We shall stand here, stuffed, for a couple of
+white wonders.
+
+_Inkle._ This curtain seems to lead to another apartment: I'll draw it.
+
+_Trudge._ No, no, no, don't; don't. We may be called to account for
+disturbing the company: you may get a curtain-lecture, perhaps, sir.
+
+_Inkle._ Peace, booby, and stand on your guard.
+
+_Trudge._ Oh! what will become of us! Some grim, seven foot fellow
+ready to scalp us.
+
+_Inkle._ By heaven! a woman.
+
+          [_As the curtain draws, YARICO and WOWSKI discovered asleep._
+
+_Trudge._ A woman! [_Aside._]--[_Loud._] But let him come on; I'm
+ready--dam'me, I don't fear facing the devil himself--Faith it is a
+woman--fast asleep too.
+
+_Inkle._ And beautiful as an angel!
+
+_Trudge._ And egad! there seems to be a nice, little plump bit in the
+corner; only she's an angel of rather a darker sort.
+
+_Inkle._ Hush! keep back--she wakes. [_YARICO comes forward--INKLE and
+TRUDGE retire to opposite sides of the scene._]
+
+
+SONG.--YARICO.
+
+  _When the chace of day is done,_
+  _And the shaggy lion's skin,_
+  _Which for us, our warriors win,_
+  _Decks our cells at set of sun;_
+  _Worn with toil, with slap opprest,_
+  _I press my mossy bed, and sink to rest._
+
+  _Then, once more, I see our train,_
+  _With all our chase renew'd again:_
+      _Once more 'tis day,_
+      _Once more our prey_
+  _Gnashes his angry teeth, and foams in vain._
+      _Again, in sullen haste, he flies,_
+      _Ta'en in the toil, again he lies,_
+  _Again he roars--and, in my slumbers, dies._
+
+
+_INKLE and TRUDGE come forward._
+
+_Inkle._ Our language!
+
+_Trudge._ Zounds, she has thrown me into a cold sweat.
+
+_Yar._ Hark! I heard a noise! Wowski, awake! whence can it proceed? [_She
+awakes WOWSKI, and they both come forward--YARICO towards INKLE_; _WOWSKI
+towards TRUDGE._]
+
+_Yar._ Ah! what form is this?----are you a man?
+
+_Inkle._ True flesh and blood, my charming heathen, I promise you.
+
+_Yar._ What harmony in his voice! What a shape! How fair his skin
+too----[_Gazing._]
+
+_Trudge._ This must be a lady of quality, by her staring.
+
+_Yar._ Say, stranger, whence come you?
+
+_Inkle._ From a far distant island; driven on this coast by distress,
+and deserted by my companions.
+
+_Yar._ And do you know the danger that surrounds you here? Our woods
+are filled with beasts of prey--my countrymen too----(yet, I think they
+cou'd'nt find the heart)--might kill you.----It would be a pity if you
+fell in their way----I think I should weep if you came to any harm.
+
+_Trudge._ O ho! It's time, I see, to begin making interest with the
+chamber maid. [_Takes WOWSKI apart._]
+
+_Inkle._ How wild and beautiful! sure there is magic in her shape, and
+she has rivetted me to the place. But where shall I look for safety?
+let me fly and avoid my death.
+
+_Yar._ Oh! no--don't depart.----But I will try to preserve you; and if
+you are killed, Yarico must die too! Yet, 'tis I alone can save you;
+your death is certain, without my assistance; and, indeed, indeed you
+shall not want it.
+
+_Inkle._ My kind Yarico! what means, then, must be used for my safety?
+
+_Yar._ My cave must conceal you: none enter it, since my father was
+slain in battle. I will bring you food by day, then lead you to our
+unfrequented groves by moonlight, to listen to the nightingale. If you
+should sleep, I'll watch you, and awake you when there's danger.
+
+_Inkle._ Generous maid! Then, to you will I owe my life; and whilst it
+lasts, nothing shall part us.
+
+_Yar._ And shan't it, shan't it indeed?
+
+_Inkle._ No, my Yarico! For when an opportunity offers to return to my
+country, you shall be my companion.
+
+_Yar._ What! cross the seas!
+
+_Inkle._ Yes, Help me to discover a vessel, and you shall enjoy
+wonders. You shall be decked in silks, my brave maid, and have a house
+drawn with horses to carry you.
+
+_Yar._ Nay, do not laugh at me--but is it so?
+
+_Inkle._ It is indeed!
+
+_Yar._ Oh wonder! I wish my countrywomen could see me----But won't your
+warriors kill us?
+
+_Inkle._ No, our only danger on land is here.
+
+_Yar._ Then let us retire further into the cave. Come--your safety is
+in my keeping.
+
+_Inkle._ I follow you--Yet, can you run some risk in following me?
+
+
+DUETT.
+
+[O say, Bonny Lass.]
+
+  Inkle.  _O say, simple maid, have you form'd any notion_
+          _Of all the rude dangers in crossing the ocean?_
+          _When winds whistle shrilly, ah! won't they remind you,_
+          _To sigh with regret, for the grot left behind you?_
+
+  Yar.    _Ah! no, I could follow, and sail the world over,_
+          _Nor think of my grot, when I look at my lover;_
+          _The winds, which blow round us, your arms for my pillow,_
+          _Will lull us to sleep, whilst we're rocked by each billow._
+
+  Both.   _O say then my true love, we never will sunder,_
+          _Nor shrink from the tempest, nor dread the big thunder:_
+          _Whilst constant, we'll laugh at all changes of weather,_
+          _And journey all over the world both together._
+
+                            [Exeunt; as retiring further into the cave.
+
+_Manent TRUDGE and WOWSKI._
+
+_Trudge._ Why, you speak English as well as I, my little Wowski.
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ Iss! and you learnt it from a strange man, that tumbled from
+a big boat, many moons ago, you say?
+
+_Wows._ Iss--Teach me--teach good many.
+
+_Trudge._ Then, what the devil made them so surprized at seeing us! was
+he like me? [_Wowski shakes her head._] Not so smart a body, mayhap.
+Was his face, now, round and comely, and--eh! [_Stroking his chin._]
+Was it like mine?
+
+_Wows._ Like dead leaf--brown and shrivel.
+
+_Trudge._ Oh, oh, an old shipwrecked sailor, I warrant. With white and
+grey hair, eh, my pretty beauty spot?
+
+_Wows._ Iss; all white. When night come, he put it in pocket.
+
+_Trudge._ Oh! wore a wig. But the old boy taught you something more
+than English, I believe.
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ The devil he did! What was it?
+
+_Wows._ Teach me put dry grass, red hot, in hollow white stick.
+
+_Trudge._ Aye, what was that for?
+
+_Wows._ Put in my mouth--go poff, poff!
+
+_Trudge._ Zounds! did he teach you to smoke?
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ And what became of him at last? What did your countrymen do
+for the poor fellow?
+
+_Wows._ Eat him one day--Our chief kill him.
+
+_Trudge._ Mercy on us! what damned stomachs, to swallow a tough old
+tar! Ah, poor Trudge! your killing comes next.
+
+_Wows._ No, no--not you--no--[_Running to him anxiously._]
+
+_Trudge._ No? why what shall I do, if I get in their paws?
+
+_Wows._ I fight for you!
+
+_Trudge._ Will you? Ecod she's a brave good-natured wench! she'll be
+worth a hundred of your English wives.--Whenever they fight on their
+husband's account, it's _with_ him instead of _for_ him, I fancy. But
+how the plague am I to live here?
+
+_Wows._ I feed you--bring you kid.
+
+
+SONG.--WOWSKI.
+
+[One day, I heard Mary say.]
+
+  _White man, never go away----_
+    _Tell me why need you?_
+  _Stay, with your Wowski, stay:_
+    _Wowski will feed you._
+  _Cold moons are now coming in;_
+    _Ah, don't go grieve me!_
+  _I'll wrap you in leopard's skin:_
+    _White man, don't leave me._
+
+  _And when all the sky is blue,_
+    _Sun makes warm weather,_
+  _I'll catch you a cockatoo,_
+    _Dress you in feather._
+  _When cold comes, or when 'tis hot,_
+    _Ah, don't go grieve me!_
+  _Poor Wowski will be forgot--_
+    _White man, don't leave me!_
+
+
+_Trudge._ Zounds! leopard's skin for winter wear, and feathers for a
+summer's suit! Ha, ha! I shall look like a walking hammer-cloth, at
+Christmas, and an upright shuttlecock, in the dog days. And for all
+this, if my master and I find our way to England, you shall be part of
+our travelling equipage; and, when I get there, I'll give you a couple
+of snug rooms, on a first floor, and visit you every evening, as soon
+as I come from the counting-house. Do you like it?
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ Damme, what a flashy fellow I shall seem in the city! I'll
+get her a _white_ boy to bring up the tea-kettle. Then I'll teach you
+to write and dress hair.
+
+_Wows._ You great man in your country?
+
+_Trudge._ Oh yes, a very great man. I'm head clerk of the counting-house,
+and first valet-de-chambre of the dressing-room. I pounce parchments,
+powder hair, black shoes, ink paper, shave beards, and mend pens. But
+hold! I had forgot one material point--you ar'n't married, I hope?
+
+_Wows._ No: you be my chum-chum!
+
+_Trudge._ So I will. It's best, however, to be sure of her being
+single; for Indian husbands are not quite so complaisant as English
+ones, and the vulgar dogs might think of looking a little after their
+spouses. But you have had a lover or two in your time; eh, Wowski?
+
+_Wows._ Oh, iss--great many--I tell you.
+
+
+DUETT.
+
+  Wows.   _Wampum, Swampum, Yanko, Lanko, Nanko, Pownatowski,_
+          _Black men--plenty--twenty--fight for me,_
+              _White man, woo you true?_
+
+  Trudge. _Who?_
+
+  Wows.          _You._
+
+  Trudge.               _Yes, pretty little Wowski!_
+
+  Wows.   _Then I leave all, and follow thee._
+
+  Trudge. _Oh then turn about, my little tawny tight one!_
+              _Don't you like me?_
+
+  Wows.   _Iss, you're like the snow!_
+                        _If you slight one----_
+
+  Trudge. _Never, not for any white one;_
+              _You are beautiful as any sloe._
+
+  Wows.   _Wars, jars, scars, can't expose ye,_
+              _In our grot----_
+
+  Trudge.                       _So snug and cosey!_
+
+  Wows.   _Flowers, neatly_
+          _Pick'd, shall sweetly_
+                                  _Make your bed._
+
+  Trudge. _Coying, toying,_
+                            _With a rosy_
+                                          _Posey,_
+                                             _When I'm dosey,_
+          _Bear-skin nightcaps too shall warm my head._
+
+  Both.   _Bearskin nightcaps, &c. &c._
+
+
+
+
+ACT THE SECOND.
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+    _The Quay at Barbadoes, with an Inn upon it. People employed in
+    unlading vessels, carrying bales of goods, &c._
+
+_Enter several PLANTERS._
+
+_1st Plant._ I saw her this morning, gentlemen, you may depend on't. My
+telescope never fails me. I popp'd upon her as I was taking a peep from
+my balcony. A brave tight ship, I tell you, bearing down directly for
+Barbadoes here.
+
+_2d Plant._ Ods, my life! rare news! We have not had a vessel arrive in
+our harbour these six weeks.
+
+_3d Plant._ And the last brought only Madam Narcissa, our Governor's
+daughter, from England; with a parcel of lazy, idle, white folks about
+her. Such cargoes will never do for our trade, neighbour.
+
+_2d Plant._ No, no; we want slaves. A terrible dearth of 'em in Barbadoes,
+lately! But your dingy passengers for my money. Give me a vessel like a
+collier, where all the lading tumbles out as black as my hat. But are you
+sure, now, you ar'n't mistaken? [_To 1st Planter._]
+
+_1st Plant._ Mistaken! 'sbud, do you doubt my glass? I can discover a
+gull by it six leagues off: I could see every thing as plain as if I
+was on board.
+
+_2d Plant._ Indeed! and what were her colours?
+
+_1st Plant._ Um! why English----or Dutch----or French----I don't
+exactly remember.
+
+_2d Plant._ What were the sailors aboard?
+
+_1st Plant._ Eh! why they were English too----or Dutch----or
+French----I can't perfectly recollect.
+
+_2d Plant._ Your glass, neighbour, is a little like a glass too much:
+it makes you forget every thing you ought to remember. [_Cry without_,
+"A sail, a sail!"]
+
+_1st Plant._ Egad, but I'm right though. Now, gentlemen!
+
+_All._ Aye, aye; the devil take the hindmost.
+
+                                                     [_Exeunt hastily._
+
+_Enter NARCISSA and PATTY._
+
+
+SONG.
+
+  _Freshly now the breeze is blowing,_
+    _As yon ship at anchor rides;_
+  _Sullen waves, incessant flowing,_
+    _Rudely dash against the sides._
+  _So my heart, its course impeded,_
+    _Beats in my perturbed breast;_
+  _Doubts, like waves by waves succeeded,_
+    _Rise, and still deny it rest._
+
+
+_Patty._ Well, ma'am, as I was saying----
+
+_Nar._ Well, say no more of what you were saying--Sure, Patty, you
+forget where you are; a little caution will be necessary now, I think.
+
+_Patty._ Lord, madam, how is it possible to help talking? We are in
+Barbadoes here, to be sure--but then, ma'am, one may let out a little
+in a private morning's walk by ourselves.
+
+_Nar._ Nay, it's the same thing with you in doors.
+
+_Patty._ I never blab, ma'am, never, as I hope for a gown.
+
+_Nar._ And your never blabbing, as you call it, depends chiefly on that
+hope, I believe.
+
+_Patty._ I have told the story of our voyage, indeed, to old Guzzle,
+the butler.
+
+_Nar._ And thus you lead him to imagine I am but little inclined to the
+match.
+
+_Patty._ Lord, ma'am, how could that be? Why I never said a word about
+Captain Campley.
+
+_Nar._ Hush! hush! for heaven's sake.
+
+_Patty._ Aye! there it is now. But if our voyage from England was so
+pleasant, it wasn't owing to Mr. Inkle, I'm certain. He didn't play the
+fiddle in our cabin, and dance on the deck, and come languishing with a
+glass of warm water in his hand, when we were sea-sick. Ah, ma'am, that
+water warm'd your heart, I'm confident. Mr. Inkle! No, no; Captain
+Cam----
+
+_Nar._ There is no end to this! Remember, Patty, keep your secrecy, or
+you entirely lose my favour.
+
+_Patty._ Never fear me, ma'am. But if somebody I know is not acquainted
+with the Governor, there's such a thing as dancing at balls, and
+squeezing hands when you lead up, and squeezing them again when you
+cast down. I'm as close as a patch box. Mum's the word, ma'am, I
+promise you.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Nar._ How awkward is my present situation! Promised to one, who,
+perhaps, may never again be heard of; and who, I am sure, if he ever
+appears to claim me, will do it merely on the score of interest--pressed
+too by another, who has already, I fear, too much interest in my
+heart--what can I do? What plan can I follow?
+
+_Enter CAMPLEY._
+
+_Camp._ Follow my advice, Narcissa, by all means. Enlist with me under
+the best banners in the world. General Hymen for my money! little
+Cupid's his drummer: he has been beating a round rub-a-dub on our
+hearts, and we have only to obey the word of command, fall into the
+ranks of matrimony, and march through life together.
+
+_Nar._ Then consider our situation.
+
+_Camp._ That has been duly considered. In short, the case stands
+exactly thus--your intended spouse is all for money; I am all for love.
+He is a rich rogue; I am rather a poor honest fellow. He would pocket
+your fortune; I will take you without a fortune in your pocket.
+
+_Nar._ Oh! I am sensible of the favour, most gallant Captain Campley;
+and my father, no doubt, will be very much obliged to you.
+
+_Camp._ Aye, there's the devil of it! Sir Christopher Curry's confounded
+good character knocks me up at once. Yet I am not acquainted with him
+neither; not known to him even by sight; being here only as a private
+gentleman, on a visit to my old relation, out of regimentals, and so
+forth; and not introduced to the Governor, as other officers of the
+place. But then, the report of his hospitality--his odd, blunt, whimsical
+friendship--his whole behaviour--
+
+_Nar._ All stare you in the face; eh, Campley?
+
+_Camp._ They do, till they put me out of countenance.
+
+_Nar._ What signifies talking to _me_, when you have such opposition
+from others? Why hover about the city, instead of boldly attacking the
+guard? Wheel about, captain! face the enemy! March! Charge! Rout
+'em!--Drive 'em before you, and then--
+
+_Camp._ And then--
+
+_Nar._ Lud ha' mercy on the poor city!
+
+_Enter PATTY, hastily._
+
+_Patty._ Oh lud, ma'am, I'm frightened out of my wits! sure as I'm
+alive, ma'am, Mr. Inkle is not dead; I saw his man, ma'am, just now,
+coming ashore in a boat, with other passengers, from the vessel that's
+come to the island.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Nar._ Then one way or other I must determine.--[_To CAMPLEY._] Look'ye,
+Mr. Campley, something has happened which makes me wave ceremonies.--If
+you mean to apply to my father, remember, that delays are dangerous.
+
+_Camp._ Indeed!
+
+_Nar._ I mayn't be always in the same mind, you know. [_Smiling._]
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Camp._ Nay, then--Gad, I'm almost afraid too--but living in this state
+of doubt is torment. I'll e'en put a good face on the matter; cock my
+hat; make my bow; and try to reason the Governor into compliance. Faint
+heart never won a fair lady.
+
+
+SONG.
+
+  _Why should I vain fears discover,_
+    _Prove a dying, sighing swain?_
+  _Why turn shilly-shally lover,_
+    _Only to prolong my pain?_
+
+  _When we woo the dear enslaver,_
+    _Boldly ask, and she will grant;_
+  _How should we obtain a favour,_
+    _But by telling what we want?_
+
+
+_Enter TRUDGE and WOWSKI, (as from the ship), with a dirty runner to one
+of the inns._
+
+_Run._ This way, sir; if you will let me recommend----
+
+_Trudge._ Come along, Wows! Take care of your furs, and your feathers,
+my girl!
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ That's right.--Somebody might steal 'em, perhaps.
+
+_Wows._ Steal!--What that?
+
+_Trudge._ Oh Lord! see what one loses by not being born in a christian
+country.
+
+_Run._ If you would, sir, but mention to your master, the house that
+belongs to my master; the best accommodations on the quay.--
+
+_Trudge._ What's your sign, my lad?
+
+_Run._ The Crown, sir.--Here it is.
+
+_Trudge._ Well, get us a room for half an hour, and we'll come: and
+harkee! let it be light and airy, d'ye hear? My master has been used to
+your open apartments lately.
+
+_Run._ Depend on it.--Much obliged to you, sir.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Wows._ Who be that fine man? He great prince?
+
+_Trudge._ A prince--Ha! ha!----No, not quite a prince--but he belongs
+to the Crown. But how do you like this, Wows? Isn't it fine?
+
+_Wows._ Wonder!
+
+_Trudge._ Fine men, eh?
+
+_Wows._ Iss! all white; like you.
+
+_Trudge._ Yes, all the fine men are like me. As different from your
+people as powder and ink, or paper and blacking.
+
+_Wows._ And fine lady--Face like snow.
+
+_Trudge._ What! the fine lady's complexions? Oh, yes, exactly; for too
+much heat very often dissolves 'em! Then their dress, too.
+
+_Wows._ Your countrymen dress so?
+
+_Trudge._ Better, better a great deal. Why, a young flashy Englishman
+will sometimes carry a whole fortune on his back. But did you mind the
+women? All here--and there; [_Pointing before and behind._] they have it
+all from us in England.--And then the fine things they carry on their
+heads, Wowski.
+
+_Wows._ Iss. One lady carry good fish----so fine, she call every body
+to look at her.
+
+_Trudge._ Pshaw! an old woman bawling flounders. But the fine girls we
+meet, here, on the quay--so round and so plump!
+
+_Wows._ You not love me now?
+
+_Trudge._ Not love you! Zounds, have not I given you proofs?
+
+_Wows._ Iss. Great many: but now you get here, you forget poor Wowski!
+
+_Trudge._ Not I. I'll stick to you like wax.
+
+_Wows._ Ah! I fear! What make you love me now?
+
+_Trudge._ Gratitude, to be sure.
+
+_Wows._ What that?
+
+_Trudge._ Ha! this it is, now, to live without education. The poor dull
+devils of her country are all in the practice of gratitude, without
+finding out what it means; while we can tell the meaning of it, with
+little or no practice at all.--Lord, Lord, what a fine advantage
+christian learning is! Hark'ee, Wows!
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ Now we've accomplished our landing, I'll accomplish you. You
+remember the instructions I gave you on the voyage?
+
+_Wows._ Iss.
+
+_Trudge._ Let's see now--What are you to do, when I introduce you to
+the nobility, gentry, and others--of my acquaintance?
+
+_Wows._ Make believe sit down; then get up.
+
+_Trudge._ Let me see you do it. [_She makes a low courtesy._] Very
+well! and how are you to recommend yourself, when you have nothing to
+say, amongst all our great friends?
+
+_Wows._ Grin--show my teeth.
+
+_Trudge._ Right! they'll think you've lived with people of fashion. But
+suppose you meet an old shabby friend in misfortune, that you don't
+wish to be seen speak to--what would you do?
+
+_Wows._ Look blind--not see him.
+
+_Trudge._ Why would you do that?
+
+_Wows._ 'Cause I can't see good friend in distress.
+
+_Trudge._ That's a good girl! and I wish every body could boast of so
+kind a motive for such cursed cruel behaviour.--Lord! how some of your
+flashy bankers' clerks have _cut_ me in Threadneedle street.--But come,
+though we have got among fine folks, here, in an English settlement, I
+won't be ashamed of my old acquaintance: yet, for my own part, I should
+not be sorry, now, to see my old friend with a new face.--Odsbobs! I
+see Mr. Inkle--Go in, Wows; call for what you like best.
+
+_Wows._ Then I call for you--ah! I fear I not see you often now. But
+you come soon----
+
+
+SONG.
+
+  _Remember when we walked alone,_
+    _And heard, so gruff, the lion growl:_
+  _And when the moon so bright it shone,_
+    _We saw the wolf look up and howl;_
+  _I led you well, safe to our cell,_
+                  _While tremblingly,_
+                  _You said to me,_
+  _--And kiss'd so sweet--dear Wowski tell,_
+                    _How could I live without ye?_
+
+  _But now you come across the sea,_
+    _And tell me here no monsters roar;_
+  _You'll walk alone, and leave poor me,_
+    _When wolves, to fright you, howl no more._
+  _But ah! think well on our old cell,_
+                  _Where tremblingly,_
+                  _You kiss'd poor me--_
+  _Perhaps you'll say--dear Wowski tell,_
+                    _How can I live without ye?_
+
+
+                                                        [_Exit WOWSKI._
+
+_Trudge._ Who have we here?
+
+_Enter FIRST PLANTER._
+
+_Plant._ Hark'ee, young man! Is that young Indian of yours going to our
+market?
+
+_Trudge._ Not she--she never went to market in all her life.
+
+_Plant._ I mean, is she for our sale of slaves? Our black fair?
+
+_Trudge._ A black fair, ha! ha! ha! You hold it on a brown green, I
+suppose.
+
+_Plant._ She's your slave, I take it?
+
+_Trudge._ Yes; and I'm her humble servant, I take it.
+
+_Plant._ Aye, aye, natural enough at sea.--But at how much do you value
+her?
+
+_Trudge._ Just as much as she has saved me--My own life.
+
+_Plant._ Pshaw! you mean to sell her?
+
+_Trudge._ [_Staring._] Zounds! what a devil of a fellow! Sell Wows!--my
+poor, dear, dingy, wife!
+
+_Plant._ Come, come, I've heard your story from the ship.--Don't let's
+haggle; I'll bid as fair as any trader amongst us. But no tricks upon
+travellers, young man, to raise your price.----Your wife, indeed! Why
+she's no christian!
+
+_Trudge._ No; but I am; so I shall do as I'd be done by: and, if you
+were a good one yourself, you'd know, that fellow-feeling for a poor
+body, who wants your help, is the noblest mark of our religion.--I
+wou'dn't be articled clerk to such a fellow for the world.
+
+_Plant._ Hey-day! the booby's in love with her! Why, sure, friend, you
+would not live here with a black?
+
+_Trudge._ Plague on't; there it is. I shall be laughed out of my
+honesty, here.--But you may be jogging, friend; I may feel a little
+queer, perhaps, at showing her face--but, dam me, if ever I do any
+thing to make me asham'd of showing my own.
+
+_Plant._ Why, I tell you, her very complexion----
+
+_Trudge._ Rot her complexion--I'll tell you what, Mr. _Fair-trader_, if
+your head and heart were to change places, I've a notion you'd be as
+black in the face as an ink-bottle.
+
+_Plant._ Pshaw! the fellow's a fool--a rude rascal--he ought to be sent
+back to the savages again. He's not fit to live among us christians.
+
+                                                       [_Exit PLANTER._
+
+_Trudge._ Oh, here comes my master, at last.
+
+_Enter INKLE, and a second PLANTER._
+
+_Inkle._ Nay, sir, I understand your customs well; your Indian markets
+are not unknown to me.
+
+_2d Plant._ And, as you seem to understand business, I need not tell
+you, that dispatch is the soul of it. Her name you say is--
+
+_Inkle._ Yarico: but urge this no more, I beg you; I must not listen
+to it: for, to speak freely, her anxious care of me demands, that
+here,--though here it may seem strange--I should avow my love for her.
+
+_Plant._ Lord help you for a merchant!--It's the first time I ever
+heard a trader talk of love; except, indeed, the love of trade, and the
+love of the _Sweet Molly_, my ship.
+
+_Inkle._ Then, sir, you cannot feel my situation.
+
+_Plant._ Oh yes, I can! we have a hundred such cases just after a
+voyage; but they never last long on land. It's amazing how constant
+a young man is in a ship! But, in two words, will you dispose of her,
+or no?
+
+_Inkle._ In two words, then, meet me here at noon, and we'll speak
+further on this subject: and lest you think I trifle with your
+business, hear why I wish this pause. Chance threw me, on my passage to
+your island, among a savage people. Deserted,--defenceless,--cut off
+from companions,--my life at stake--to this young creature I owe my
+preservation;--she found me, like a dying bough, torn from its kindred
+branches; which, as it drooped, she moistened with her tears.
+
+_Plant._ Nay, nay, talk like a man of this world.
+
+_Inkle._ Your patience.--And yet your interruption goes to my present
+feelings; for on our sail to this your island--the thoughts of time
+mispent--doubt--fears--for call it what you will--have much perplexed
+me; and as your spires arose, reflections still rose with them; for
+here, sir, lie my interests, great connexions, and other weighty
+matters--which now I need not mention----
+
+_Plant._ But which her presence here will mar.
+
+_Inkle._ Even so--And yet the gratitude I owe her--
+
+_Plant._ Pshaw! So because she preserved your life, your gratitude is
+to make you give up all you have to live upon.
+
+_Inkle._ Why, in that light indeed--This never struck me yet, I'll
+think on't.
+
+_Plant._ Aye, aye, do so--Why, what return can the wench wish more than
+taking her from a wild, idle, savage people, and providing for her,
+here, with reputable hard work, in a genteel, polished, tender,
+christian country?
+
+_Inkle._ Well, sir, at noon----
+
+_Plant._ I'll meet you--but remember, young gentleman, you must get her
+off your hands--you must, indeed.--I shall have her a bargain, I see
+that--your servant!--Zounds, how late it is--but never be put out of
+your way for a woman--I must run--my wife will play the devil with me
+for keeping breakfast.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Inkle._ Trudge.
+
+_Trudge._ Sir!
+
+_Inkle._ Have you provided a proper apartment?
+
+_Trudge._ Yes, sir, at the Crown here; a neat, spruce room they tell
+me. You have not seen such a convenient lodging this good while, I
+believe.
+
+_Inkle._ Are there no better inns in the town?
+
+_Trudge._ Um----Why there is the Lion, I hear, and the Bear, and the
+Boar--but we saw them at the door of all our late lodgings, and found
+but bad accommodations within, sir.
+
+_Inkle._ Well, run to the end of the quay, and conduct Yarico hither.
+The road is straight before you: you can't miss it.
+
+_Trudge._ Very well, sir. What a fine thing it is to turn one's back on
+a master, without running into a wolf's belly! One can follow one's
+nose on a message here, and be sure it won't be bit off by the way.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Inkle._ Let me reflect a little. Part with her!--My interest, honour,
+engagements to Narcissa, all demand it. My father's precepts too--I can
+remember, when I was a boy, what pains he took to mould me.--School'd
+me from morn to night--and still the burden of his song was--Prudence!
+Prudence! Thomas, and you'll rise. His maxims rooted in my heart, and
+as I grew--_they_ grew; till I was reckoned, among our friends, a
+steady, sober, solid, good young man; and all the neighbours call'd
+me _the prudent Mr. Thomas_. And shall I now, at once, kick down the
+character which I have raised so warily?--Part with her--sell her!--The
+thought once struck me in our cabin, as she lay sleeping by me; but, in
+her slumbers, she passed her arm around me, murmured a blessing on my
+name, and broke my meditations.
+
+_Enter YARICO and TRUDGE._
+
+_Yar._ My love!
+
+_Trudge._ I have been showing her all the wigs and bales of goods we
+met on the quay, sir.
+
+_Yar._ Oh! I have feasted my eyes on wonders.
+
+_Trudge._ And I'll go feast on a slice of beef, in the inn, here.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Yar._ My mind has been so busy, that I almost forgot even you. I wish
+you had stayed with me--You would have seen such sights!
+
+_Inkle._ Those sights have become familiar to me, Yarico.
+
+_Yar._ And yet I wish they were not--You might partake my  pleasures--but
+now again, methinks, I will not wish so--for, with too much gazing, you
+might neglect poor _Yarico_.
+
+_Inkle._ Nay, nay, my care is still for you.
+
+_Yar._ I am sure it is: and if I thought it was not, I would tell you
+tales about our poor old grot--bid you remember our palm-tree near the
+brook, where in the shade you often stretched yourself, while I would
+take your head upon my lap, and sing my love to sleep. I know you'll
+love me then.
+
+
+SONG.
+
+  _Our grotto was the sweetest place!_
+    _The bending boughs, with fragrance blowing,_
+  _Would check the brook's impetuous pace,_
+    _Which murmur'd to be stopp'd from flowing._
+  _'Twas there we met, and gaz'd our fill:_
+  _Ah! think on this, and love me still._
+
+  _'Twas then my bosom first knew fear,_
+    _--Fear to an Indian maid a stranger--_
+  _The war-song, arrows, hatchet, spear,_
+    _All warn'd me of my lover's danger._
+  _For him did cares my bosom fill:--_
+  _Ah! think on this, and love me still._
+
+  _For him, by day, with care conceal'd,_
+    _To search for food I climb'd the mountain;_
+  _And when the night no form reveal'd,_
+    _Jocund we sought the bubbling fountain._
+  _Then, then would joy my bosom fill;_
+  _Ah! think on this and love me still._
+
+                                                             [_Exeunt._
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+    _An Apartment in the House of SIR CHRISTOPHER CURRY._
+
+_Enter SIR CHRISTOPHER and MEDIUM._
+
+_Sir Chr._ I tell you, old Medium, you are all wrong. Plague on your
+doubts! Inkle _shall_ have my Narcissa. Poor fellow! I dare say he's
+finely chagrined at this temporary parting--Eat up with the blue
+devils, I warrant.
+
+_Med._ Eat up by the black devils, I warrant; for I left him in hellish
+hungry company.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Pshaw! he'll arrive with the next vessel, depend
+on't--besides, have not I had this in view ever since they were
+children? I must and will have it so, I tell you. Is not it, as it
+were, a marriage made above? They _shall_ meet, I'm positive.
+
+_Med._ Shall they? Then they must meet where the marriage was made; for
+hang me, if I think it will ever happen below.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Ha!--and if that is the case--hang me, if I think you'll
+ever be at the celebration of it.
+
+_Med._ Yet, let me tell you, Sir Christopher Curry, my character is as
+unsullied as a sheet of white paper.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Well said, old fool's-cap! and it's as mere a blank as a
+sheet of white paper. You are honest, old Medium, by comparison, just
+as a fellow sentenced to transportation is happier than his companion
+condemned to the gallows--Very worthy, because you are no rogue; tender
+hearted, because you never go to fires and executions; and an affectionate
+father and husband, because you never pinch your children, or kick your
+wife out of bed.
+
+_Med._ And that, as the world goes, is more than every man can say for
+himself. Yet, since you force me to speak my positive qualities--but,
+no matter,--you remember me in London; didn't I, as member of the
+Humane Society, bring a man out of the New River, who, it was
+afterwards found, had done me an injury?
+
+_Sir Chr._ And, dam'me, if I would not kick any man into the New River
+that had done me an injury. There's the difference of our honesty.
+Oons! if you want to be an honest fellow, act from the impulse of
+nature. Why, you have no more gall than a pigeon.
+
+_Med._ And you have as much gall as a turkey cock, and are as hot into
+the bargain--You're always so hasty; among the hodge-podge of your
+foibles, passion is always predominant.
+
+_Sir Chr._ So much the better.----Foibles, quotha? foibles are foils
+that give additional lustre to the gems of virtue. You have not so many
+foils as I, perhaps.
+
+_Med._ And, what's more, I don't want 'em, Sir Christopher, I thank you.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Very true; for the devil a gem have you to set off with 'em.
+
+_Med._ Well, well; I never mention errors; that, I flatter myself, is
+no disagreeable quality.--It don't become me to say you are hot.
+
+_Sir Chr._ 'Sblood! but it does become you: it becomes every man,
+especially an Englishman, to speak the dictates of his heart.
+
+_Enter SERVANT._
+
+_Serv._ An English vessel, sir, just arrived in the harbour.
+
+_Sir Chr._ A vessel! Od's my life!----Now for the news--If it is but as
+I hope--Any dispatches?
+
+_Serv._ This letter, sir, brought by a sailor from the quay.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Sir Chr._ [_Opening the letter_] Huzza! here it is. He's safe--safe
+and sound at Barbadoes. [Reading]----
+
+    _Sir,
+    My master, Mr. Inkle, is just arrived in your harbour_,
+
+Here, read, read! old Medium--
+
+_Med._ [Reading.] Um'--
+
+    _Your harbour;--we were taken up by an English vessel, on the
+    14th ult^{o}. He only waits till I have puffed his hair, to pay
+    his respects to you, and Miss Narcissa: In the mean time, he has
+    ordered me to brush up this letter for your honour, from_
+
+    _Your humble Servant, to command_,
+      TIMOTHY TRUDGE.
+
+
+_Sir Chr._ Hey day! Here's a style! 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 Narcissa directly;
+they shall be married slap-dash, as soon as he comes from the quay. From
+Neptune to Hymen: from the hammock to the bridal bed--Ha! old boy!
+
+_Med._ Well, well; don't flurry yourself--you're so hot!
+
+_Sir Chr._ Hot! blood, ar'n't I in the West Indies? Ar'n't I governor
+of Barbadoes? He shall have her as soon as he sets his foot on shore.
+"But, plague on't, he's so slow."--She shall rise to him like Venus out
+of the sea. His hair puffed? He ought to have been puffing, here, out
+of breath, by this time.
+
+_Med._ Very true; but Venus's husband is always supposed to be lame,
+you know, Sir Christopher.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Well, now do, my good fellow, run down to the shore, and see
+what detains him.
+
+                                                   [_Hurrying him off._
+
+_Med._ Well, well; I will, I will.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Sir Chr._ In the mean time I'll get ready Narcissa, and all shall be
+concluded in a second. My heart's set upon it.--Poor fellow! after all
+his rumbles, and tumbles, and jumbles, and fits of despair--I shall be
+rejoiced to see him. I have not seen him since he was that high.--But,
+zounds! he's so tardy!
+
+_Enter SERVANT._
+
+_Serv._ A strange gentleman, sir, come from the quay, desires to see you.
+
+_Sir Chr._ From the quay? Od's my life!----'Tis he--'Tis Inkle! Show
+him up directly.
+
+                                                       [_Exit Servant._
+
+The rogue is expeditious after all.--I'm so happy.
+
+_Enter CAMPLEY._
+
+My dear fellow! [_Shakes hands._] I'm rejoiced to see you. Welcome;
+welcome here, with all my soul!
+
+_Camp._ This reception, Sir Christopher, is beyond my warmest
+wishes--Unknown to you----
+
+_Sir Chr._ Aye, aye; we shall be better acquainted by and by. Well, and
+how, eh! tell me!--But old Medium and I have talked over your affair a
+hundred times a day, ever since Narcissa arrived.
+
+_Camp._ You surprise me! Are you then really acquainted with the whole
+affair?
+
+_Sir Chr._ Every tittle.
+
+_Camp._ And, can you, sir, pardon what is past?--
+
+_Sir Chr._ Pooh! how could you help it?
+
+_Camp._ Very true--sailing in the same ship--and--But when you consider
+the past state of my mind----the black prospect before me.--
+
+_Sir Chr._ Ha! ha! Black enough, I dare say.
+
+_Camp._ The difficulty I have felt in bringing myself face to face to you.
+
+_Sir Chr._ That I am convinced of--but I knew you would come the first
+opportunity.
+
+_Camp._ Very true: yet the distance between the Governor of Barbadoes
+and myself. [_Bowing._]
+
+_Sir Chr._ Yes--a devilish way asunder.
+
+_Camp._ Granted, sir: which has distressed me with the cruellest doubts
+as to our meeting.
+
+_Sir Chr._ It was a toss up.
+
+_Camp._ The old gentleman seems devilish kind.--Now to soften him.
+[_Aside._] Perhaps, sir, in your younger days, you may have been in the
+same situation yourself.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Who? I! 'sblood! no, never in my life.
+
+_Camp._ I wish you had, with all my soul, Sir Christopher.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Upon my soul, Sir, I am very much obliged to you. [_Bowing._]
+
+_Camp._ As what I now mention might have greater weight with you.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Pooh! pr'ythee! I tell you I pitied you from the bottom of
+my heart.
+
+_Camp._ Indeed! if, with your leave, I may still venture to mention
+Miss Narcissa--
+
+_Sir Chr._ An impatient, sensible young dog! like me to a hair! Set
+your heart at rest, my boy. She's yours; yours before to-morrow morning.
+
+_Camp._ Amazement! I can scarce believe my senses.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Zounds! you ought to be out of your senses: but dispatch--make
+short work of it, ever while you live, my boy. Here she is.
+
+_Enter NARCISSA and PATTY._
+
+Here girl: here's your swain.
+
+                                                             [_To NAR._
+
+_Camp._ I just parted with my Narcissa, on the quay, sir.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Did you! Ah, sly 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 separations, you shall e'en be tacked together directly.
+What say you, girl?
+
+_Camp._ Will my Narcissa consent to my happiness?
+
+_Nar._ I always obey my father's commands, with pleasure, sir.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Od! I'm so 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!
+
+_Camp._ With all my heart, Sir Christopher; the sooner the better.
+
+
+SIR CHRISTOPHER, CAMPLEY, NARCISSA, PATTY.
+
+  Sir Chr. _Your Colinettes, and Arriettes,_
+              _Your Damons of the grove,_
+            _Who like fallals, and pastorals,_
+                        _Waste years in love;_
+            _But modern folks know better jokes,_
+              _And, courting once begun,_
+            _To church they hop at once--and pop--_
+                        _Egad, all's done!_
+
+  All.     _In life we prance a country dance,_
+              _Where every couple stands;_
+            _Their partners set--a while curvet--_
+              _But soon join hands._
+
+  Nar.   _When at our feet, so trim and neat,_
+            _The powder'd lover sues,_
+          _He vows he dies, the lady sighs,_
+                      _But can't refuse._
+          _Ah! how can she unmov'd e'er see_
+            _Her swain his death incur?_
+          _If once the squire is seen expire,_
+                      _He lives with her._
+
+  All.   _In life, &c. &c._
+
+  Patty. _When John and Bet are fairly met,_
+            _John boldly tries his luck;_
+          _He steals a buss, without more fuss,_
+                      _The bargain's struck._
+          _Whilst things below are going so,_
+            _Is Betty pray to blame?_
+          _Who knows up stairs, her mistress fares_
+                      _Just, just the same._
+
+  All.   _In life we prance, &c. &c._
+
+                                                               [Exeunt.
+
+
+
+
+ACT THE THIRD.
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+    _The Quay._
+
+_Enter PATTY._
+
+_Patty._ Mercy on us! what a walk I have had of it! Well, matters go on
+swimmingly at the Governor's--The old gentleman has ordered the carriage,
+and the young couple will be whisked here, to church, in a quarter of an
+hour. My business is to prevent young sobersides, young Inkle, from
+appearing, to interrupt the ceremony.--Ha! here's the Crown, where I
+hear he is housed: So now to find Trudge, and trump up a story, in the
+true style of a chambermaid. [_Goes into the house._] [_PATTY within._]
+I tell you it don't signify, and I will come up. [_TRUDGE within._] But
+it does signify, and you can't come up.
+
+_Re-enter PATTY with TRUDGE._
+
+_Patty._ You had better say at once, I shan't.
+
+_Trudge._ Well then, you shan't.
+
+_Patty._ Savage! Pretty behaviour you have picked up amongst the
+Hottypots! Your London civility, like London itself, will soon be lost
+in smoke, Mr. Trudge: and the politeness you have studied so long in
+Threadneedle-street, blotted out by the blacks you have been living
+with.
+
+_Trudge._ No such thing; I practised my politeness all the while I was
+in the woods. Our very lodging taught me good manners; for I could
+never bring myself to go into it without bowing.
+
+_Patty._ Don't tell me! A mighty civil reception you give a body,
+truly, after a six weeks parting.
+
+_Trudge._ Gad, you're right; I am a little out here, to be sure.
+[_Kisses her._] Well, how do you do?
+
+_Patty._ Pshaw, fellow! I want none of your kisses.
+
+_Trudge._ Oh! very well--I'll take it again. [_Offers to kiss her._]
+
+_Patty._ Be quiet. I want to see Mr. Inkle: I have a message to him
+from Miss Narcissa. I shall get a sight of him, now, I believe.
+
+_Trudge._ May be not. He's a little busy at present.
+
+_Patty._ Busy--ha! Plodding! What he's at his multiplication table again?
+
+_Trudge._ Very likely; so it would be a pity to interrupt him, you know.
+
+_Patty._ Certainly; and the whole of my business was to prevent his
+hurrying himself--Tell him, we shan't be ready to receive him, at the
+Governor's, till to-morrow, d'ye hear?
+
+_Trudge._ No?
+
+_Patty._ No. Things are not prepared. The place isn't in order; and the
+servants have not had proper notice of the arrival. Sir Christopher
+intends Mr. Inkle, you know, for his son-in-law, and must receive him
+in public form, (which can't be till to-morrow morning) for the honour
+of his governorship: why the whole island will ring of it.
+
+_Trudge._ The devil it will!
+
+_Patty._ Yes; they've talked of nothing but my mistress's beauty and
+fortune for these six weeks. Then he'll be introduced to the bride, you
+know.
+
+_Trudge._ O, my poor master!
+
+_Patty._ Then a breakfast; then a procession; then--if nothing happens
+to prevent it, he'll get into church, and be married in a crack.
+
+_Trudge._ Then he'll get into a damn'd scrape, in a crack.
+
+_Patty._ Hey-day! a scrape! How!
+
+_Trudge._ Nothing, nothing----It must out----Patty!
+
+_Patty._ Well!
+
+_Trudge._ Can you keep a secret?
+
+_Patty._ Try me.
+
+_Trudge._ Then [_Whispering._] My master keeps a girl.
+
+_Patty._ Oh, monstrous! another woman?
+
+_Trudge._ As sure as one and one make two.
+
+_Patty._ [_Aside._] Rare news for my mistress!--Why I can hardly believe
+it: the grave, sly, steady, sober Mr. Inkle, do such a thing!
+
+_Trudge._ Pooh! it's always your sly, sober fellows, that go the most
+after the girls.
+
+_Patty._ Well; I should sooner suspect _you_.
+
+_Trudge._ Me? Oh Lord! he! he!--Do you think any smart, tight, little,
+black-eyed wench, would be struck with my figure? [_Conceitedly._]
+
+_Patty._ Pshaw! never mind your figure. Tell me how it happened?
+
+_Trudge._ You shall hear: when the ship left us ashore, my master
+turned as pale as a sheet of paper. It isn't every body that's blest
+with courage, Patty.
+
+_Patty._ True.
+
+_Trudge._ However, I bid him cheer up; told him, to stick to my elbow:
+took the lead, and began our march.
+
+_Patty._ Well?
+
+_Trudge._ We hadn't gone far, when a damn'd one-eyed black boar, that
+grinned like a devil, came down the hill in jog trot! My Master melted
+as fast as a pot of pomatum!
+
+_Patty._ Mercy on us!
+
+_Trudge._ But what does I do, but whips out my desk knife, that I used
+to cut the quills with at home; met the monster, and slit up his throat
+like a pen--The boar bled like a pig.
+
+_Patty._ Lord! Trudge, what a great traveller you are!
+
+_Trudge._ Yes; I remember we fed on the flitch for a week.
+
+_Patty._ Well, well; but the lady.
+
+_Trudge._ The lady! Oh, true. By and by we came to a cave--a large
+hollow room, under ground, like a warehouse in the Adelphi.--Well;
+there we were half an hour, before I could get him to go in; there's no
+accounting for fear, you know. At last, in we went, to a place hung round
+with skins, as it might be a furrier's shop, and there was a fine lady,
+snoring on a bow and arrows.
+
+_Patty._ What, all alone?
+
+_Trudge._ Eh!--No--no.--Hum--She had a young lion, by way of a lap-dog.
+
+_Patty._ Gemini; what did you do?
+
+_Trudge._ Gave her a jog, and she opened her eyes--she struck my master
+immediately.
+
+_Patty._ Mercy on us! with what?
+
+_Trudge._ With her beauty, you ninny, to be sure: and they soon brought
+matters to bear. The wolves witnessed the contract--I gave her away--The
+crows croaked amen; and we had board and lodging for nothing.
+
+_Patty._ And this is she he has brought to Barbadoes?
+
+_Trudge._ The same.
+
+_Patty._ Well; and tell me, Trudge;--she's pretty, you say--Is she fair
+or brown? or----
+
+_Trudge._ Um! she's a good comely copper.
+
+_Patty._ How! a tawny?
+
+_Trudge._ Yes, quite dark; but very elegant; like a Wedgwood tea-pot.
+
+_Patty._ Oh! the monster! the filthy fellow! Live with a black-a-moor!
+
+_Trudge._ Why, there's no great harm in't, I hope?
+
+_Patty._ Faugh! I wou'dn't let him kiss me for the world: he'd make my
+face all smutty.
+
+_Trudge._ Zounds! you are mighty nice all of a sudden; but I'd have you
+to know, Madam Patty, that Black-a-moor ladies, as you call 'em, are
+some of the very few whose complexions never rub off! 'Sbud, if they
+did, Wows and I should have changed faces by this time--But mum; not a
+word for your life.
+
+_Patty._ Not I! except to the Governor and family. [_Aside._] But I
+must run--and, remember, Trudge, if your master has made a mistake
+here, he has himself to thank for his pains.
+
+                                                         [_Exit PATTY._
+
+_Trudge._ Pshaw! these girls are so plaguy proud of their white and
+red! but I won't be shamed out of Wows, that's flat.--
+
+_Enter WOWSKI._
+
+Ah! Wows, I'm going to leave you.
+
+_Wows._ For what you leave me?
+
+_Trudge._ Master says I must.
+
+_Wows._ Ah, but you say in your country, women know best; and I say you
+not leave me.
+
+_Trudge._ Master, to be sure, while we were in the forest, taught
+Yarico to read, with his pencil and pocket-book. What then? Wows comes
+on fine and fast in her lessons. A little awkward at first, to be
+sure--Ha! ha!--She's so used to feed with her hands, that I can't get
+her to eat her victuals, in a genteel, christian way, for the soul of
+me; when she has stuck a morsel on her fork, she don't know how to
+guide it, but pops up her knuckles to her mouth, and the meat goes up
+to her ear. But, no matter--After all the fine, flashy London girls,
+Wowski's the wench for my money.
+
+
+SONG.
+
+  _A clerk I was in London gay,_
+      _Jemmy linkum feedle,_
+  _And went in boots to see the play,_
+      _Merry fiddlem tweedle._
+  _I march'd the lobby, twirled my stick,_
+      _Diddle, daddle, deedle;_
+  _The girls all cry'd, "He's quite the kick."_
+      _Oh, Jemmy linkum feedle._
+
+  _Hey! for America I sail,_
+      _Yankee doodle, deedle;_
+  _The sailor-boys cry'd, "Smoke his tail!"_
+      _Jemmy linkum feedle._
+  _On English belles I turned my back,_
+      _Diddle, daddle, deedle;_
+  _And got a foreign fair quite black,_
+      _O twaddle, twaddle, tweedle!_
+
+  _Your London girls, with roguish trip,_
+      _Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle,_
+  _May boast their pouting under lip,_
+      _Fiddle, faddle, feedle._
+  _My Wows would beat a hundred such,_
+      _Diddle, daddle, deedle,_
+  _Whose upper lip pouts twice as much,_
+      _O, pretty double wheedle!_
+
+  _Rings I'll buy to deck her toes;_
+      _Jemmy linkum feedle;_
+  _A feather fine shall grace her nose,_
+      _Waving siddle seedle._
+  _With jealousy I ne'er shall burst;_
+      _Who'd steal my bone of bone-a?_
+  _A white Othello, I can trust_
+      _A dingy Desdemona._
+
+                                                               [Exeunt.
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+    _A Room in the Crown._
+
+[_Enter INKLE._]
+
+_Inkle._ I know not what to think--I have given her distant hints of
+parting; but still, so strong her confidence in my affection, she
+prattles on without regarding me. Poor Yarico! I must not--cannot quit
+her. When I would speak, her look, her mere simplicity disarms me; I dare
+not wound such innocence. Simplicity is like a smiling babe, which, to
+the ruffian that would murder it, stretching its little naked, helpless
+arms, pleads, speechless, its own cause. And yet, Narcissa's family--
+
+_Enter TRUDGE._
+
+_Trudge._ There he is; like a beau bespeaking a coat--doubting which
+colour to choose--Sir--
+
+_Inkle._ What now?
+
+_Trudge._ Nothing unexpected, sir:--I hope you won't be angry; but I am
+come to give you joy, sir!
+
+_Inkle._ Joy!----of what?
+
+_Trudge._ A wife, sir! a white one.--I know it will vex you, but Miss
+Narcissa means to make you happy, to-morrow morning.
+
+_Inkle._ To-morrow!
+
+_Trudge._ Yes, sir; and as I have been out of employ, in both my
+capacities, lately, after I have dressed your hair, I may draw up the
+marriage articles.
+
+_Inkle._ Whence comes your intelligence, sir?
+
+_Trudge._ Patty told me all that has passed in the Governor's family,
+on the quay, sir. Women, you know, can never keep a secret. You'll be
+introduced in form, with the whole island to witness it.
+
+_Inkle._ So public, too!----Unlucky!
+
+_Trudge._ There will be nothing but rejoicings, in compliment to the
+wedding, she tells me; all noise and uproar! Married people like it,
+they say.
+
+_Inkle._ Strange! that I should be so blind to my interest, as to be
+the only person this distresses.
+
+_Trudge._ They are talking of nothing else but the match, it seems.
+
+_Inkle._ Confusion! How can I, in honour, retract?
+
+_Trudge._ And the bride's merits----
+
+_Inkle._ True!--A fund of merits!--I would not--but from necessity--a
+case so nice as this--I--would not wish to retract.
+
+_Trudge._ Then they call her so handsome.
+
+_Inkle._ Very true! so handsome! the whole world would laugh at me;
+they'd call it folly to retract.
+
+_Trudge._ And then they say so much of her fortune.
+
+_Inkle._ O death! it would be _madness_ to retract. Surely, my
+faculties have slept, and this long parting from my Narcissa has
+blunted my sense of her accomplishments. 'Tis this alone makes me so
+weak and wavering. I'll see her immediately. [_Going._]
+
+_Trudge._ Stay, stay, sir; I am desired to tell you, the Governor won't
+open his gates to us till to-morrow morning.
+
+_Inkle._ Well, be it so; it will give me time, at all events, to put my
+affairs in train.
+
+_Trudge._ Yes; it's a short respite before execution; and if your
+honour was to go and comfort poor Madam Yarico----
+
+_Inkle._ Damnation! Scoundrel, how dare you offer your advice?--I dread
+to think of her!
+
+_Trudge._ I've done, sir, I've done--But I know I should blubber over
+Wows all night, if I thought of parting with her in the morning.
+
+_Inkle._ Insolence! begone, sir!
+
+_Trudge._ Lord, sir, I only----
+
+_Inkle._ Get down stairs, sir, directly.
+
+_Trudge._ [_Going out._] Ah! you may well put your hand to your head;
+and a bad head it must be, to forget that Madam Yarico prevented her
+countrymen from peeling off the upper part of it. [_Aside._]
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Inkle._ 'Sdeath, what am I about? How have I slumbered! Is it I?--I--who,
+in London, laughed at the younkers of the town--and, when I saw their
+chariots, with some fine, tempting girl, perked in the corner, come
+shopping to the city, would cry--Ah!--there sits ruin--there flies the
+Green-horn's money! then wondered with myself how men could trifle time
+on women; or, indeed, think of any women without fortunes. And now,
+forsooth, it rests with _me_ to turn romantic puppy, and give up all
+for love.--Give up!--Oh, monstrous folly!--thirty thousand pounds!
+
+TRUDGE. [_Peeping in at the door._]
+
+_Trudge._ May I come in, sir?
+
+_Inkle._ What does the booby want?
+
+_Trudge._ Sir, your uncle wants to see _you_.
+
+_Inkle._ Mr. Medium! show him up directly.
+
+                                                        [_Exit TRUDGE._
+
+He must not know of this. To-morrow! I wish this marriage were more
+distant, that I might break it to her by degrees: she'd take my purpose
+better, were it less suddenly delivered.
+
+_Enter MEDIUM._
+
+_Med._ Ah! here he is! Give me your hand, nephew! welcome, welcome to
+Barbadoes, with all my heart.
+
+_Inkle._ I am glad to meet you here, uncle!
+
+_Med._ That you are, that you are, I'm sure. Lord! Lord! when we parted
+last, how I wished we were in a room together, if it were but the black
+hole! I have not been able to sleep o'nights for thinking of you. I've
+laid awake, and fancied I saw you sleeping your last, with your head in
+the lion's mouth, for a night-cap! and I've never seen a bear brought
+over to dance about the street, but I thought you might be bobbing up
+and down in its belly.
+
+_Inkle._ I am very much obliged to you.
+
+_Med._ Aye, aye, I am happy enough to find you safe and sound, I promise
+you. But, you have a fine prospect before you now, young man. I am come
+to take you with me to Sir Christopher, who is impatient to see you.
+
+_Inkle._ To-morrow, I hear, he expects me.
+
+_Med._ To-morrow! directly--this moment--in half a second.--I left him
+standing on tip-toe, as he calls it, to embrace you; and he's standing
+on tiptoe now in the great parlour, and there he'll stand till you come
+to him.
+
+_Inkle._ Is he so hasty?
+
+_Med._ Hasty! he's all pepper--and wonders you are not with him, before
+it's possible to get at him. Hasty, indeed! Why, he vows you shall have
+his daughter this very night.
+
+_Inkle._ What a situation!
+
+_Med._ Why, it's hardly fair just after a voyage. But come, bustle,
+bustle, he'll think you neglect him. He's rare and touchy, I can tell
+you; and if he once takes it into his head that you show the least
+slight to his daughter, it would knock up all your schemes in a minute.
+
+_Inkle._ Confusion! If he should hear of Yarico! [_Aside._]
+
+_Med._ But at present you are all and all with him; he has been telling
+me his intentions these six weeks; you'll be a fine warm husband, I
+promise you.
+
+_Inkle._ This cursed connexion! [_Aside._]
+
+_Med._ It is not for me, though, to tell you how to play your cards;
+you are a prudent young man, and can make calculations in a wood.
+
+_Inkle._ Fool! fool! fool! [_Aside._]
+
+_Med._ Why, what the devil is the matter with you?
+
+_Inkle._ It must be done effectually, or all is lost; mere parting
+would not conceal it. [_Aside._]
+
+_Med._ Ah! now he's got to his damn'd square root again, I suppose, and
+Old Nick would not move him.--Why, nephew!
+
+_Inkle._ The planter that I spoke with cannot be arrived--but time is
+precious--the first I meet--common prudence now demands it. I'm fixed,
+I'll part with her. [_Aside._]
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Med._ Damn me, but he's mad! The woods have turned the poor boy's
+brains; he's scalped, and gone crazy! Hoho! Inkle! Nephew! Gad, I'll
+spoil your arithmetic, I warrant me.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+    _The Quay._
+
+_Enter SIR CHRISTOPHER CURRY._
+
+_Sir Chr._ Ods, my life! I can scarce contain my happiness. I have left
+them safe in church, in the middle of the ceremony. I ought to have
+given Narcissa away, they told me; but I capered about so much for joy,
+that Old Spintext advised me to go and cool my heels on the quay, till
+it was all over. Ods I'm so happy; and they shall see, now, what an old
+fellow can do at a wedding.
+
+_Enter INKLE._
+
+_Inkle._ Now for dispatch! Hark'ee, old gentleman! [_To the Governor._]
+
+_Sir Chr._ Well, young gentleman?
+
+_Inkle._ If I mistake not, I know your business here.
+
+_Sir Chr._ 'Egad, I believe half the island knows it, by this time.
+
+_Inkle._ Then to the point--I have a female, whom I wish to part with.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Very likely; it's a common case, now a-days, with many a man.
+
+_Inkle._ If you could satisfy me you would use her mildly, and treat
+her with more kindness than is usual--for I can tell you she's of no
+common stamp--perhaps we might agree.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Oho! a slave! Faith, now I think on't, my daughter may want
+an attendant or two extraordinary; and as you say she's a delicate
+girl, above the common run, and none of your thick-lipped, flat-nosed,
+squabby, dumpling dowdies, I don't much care if--
+
+_Inkle._ And for her treatment--
+
+_Sir Chr._ Look ye, young man; I love to be plain: I shall treat her
+a good deal better than you would, I fancy; for though I witness this
+custom every day, I can't help thinking the only excuse for buying our
+fellow creatures, is to rescue them from the hands of those who are
+unfeeling enough to bring them to market.
+
+_Inkle._ Fair words, old gentleman; an Englishman won't put up an affront.
+
+_Sir Chr._ An Englishman! more shame for you! Let Englishmen blush at
+such practices. Men, who so fully feel the blessings of liberty, are
+doubly cruel in depriving the helpless of their freedom.
+
+_Inkle._ Let me assure you, sir, it is not my occupation; but for a
+private reason--an instant pressing necessity----
+
+_Sir Chr._ Well, well, I have a pressing necessity too; I can't stand
+to talk now; I expect company here presently; but if you'll ask for me
+to-morrow, at the Castle--
+
+_Inkle._ The Castle!
+
+_Sir Chr._ Aye, sir, the Castle; the Governor's Castle; known all over
+Barbadoes.
+
+_Inkle._ 'Sdeath this man must be on the Governor's establishment:
+his steward, perhaps, and sent after me, while Sir Christopher is
+impatiently waiting for me. I've gone too far; my secret may be
+known--As 'tis, I'll win this fellow to my interest. [_To him._]--One
+word more, sir: my business must be done immediately; and as you seem
+acquainted at the Castle, if you should see me there--and there I mean
+to sleep to-night----
+
+_Sir Chr._ The devil you do!
+
+_Inkle._ Your finger on your lips; and never breathe a syllable of this
+transaction.
+
+_Sir Chr._ No! Why not?
+
+_Inkle._ Because, for reasons, which, perhaps, you'll know to-morrow, I
+might be injured with the Governor, whose most particular friend I am.
+
+_Sir Chr._ So! here's a particular friend of mine, coming to sleep
+at my house, that I never saw in my life. I'll sound this fellow.
+[_Aside._] I fancy, young gentleman, as you are such a bosom friend of
+the Governor's, you can hardly do any thing to alter your situation
+with him?
+
+_Inkle._ Oh! pardon me; but you'll find that hereafter--besides, you,
+doubtless, know his character?
+
+_Sir Chr._ Oh, as well as I do my own. But let's understand one
+another. You may trust me, now you've gone so far. You are acquainted
+with his character, no doubt, to a hair?
+
+_Inkle._ I am--I see we shall understand each other. You know him too,
+I see, as well as I.--A very touchy, testy, hot old fellow.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Here's a scoundrel! I hot and touchy! Zounds! I can hardly
+contain my passion!--But I won't discover myself. I'll see the bottom
+of this----[_To him._] Well now, as we seem to have come to a tolerable
+explanation--let's proceed to business--Bring me the woman.
+
+_Inkle._ No; there you must excuse me. I rather would avoid seeing her
+more; and wish it to be settled without my seeming interference. My
+presence might distress her--You conceive me?
+
+_Sir Chr._ Zounds! what an unfeeling rascal!--The poor girl's in love
+with him, I suppose. No, no, fair and open. My dealing is with you and
+you only: I see her now, or I declare off.
+
+_Inkle._ Well then, you must be satisfied: yonder's my servant--ha--a
+thought has struck me. Come here, sir.
+
+_Enter TRUDGE._
+
+I'll write my purpose, and send it her by him--It's lucky that I taught
+her to decypher characters; my labour now is paid. [_Takes out his
+pocket book, and writes._]--This is somewhat less abrupt; 'twill soften
+matters. [_To himself._] Give this to Yarico; then bring her hither
+with you.
+
+_Trudge._ I shall, sir. [_Going._]
+
+_Inkle._ Stay; come back. This soft fool, if uninstructed, may add to her
+distress. When she has read this paper, seem to make light of it; tell
+her it is a thing of course, done purely for her good. I here inform her
+that I must part with her. D'ye understand your lesson?
+
+_Trudge._ Pa--part with Ma--madam Ya-ri-co!
+
+_Inkle._ Why does the blockhead stammer!--I have my reasons. No
+muttering--And let me tell you, sir, if your rare bargain were gone
+too, 'twould be the better: she may babble our story of the forest, and
+spoil my fortune.
+
+_Trudge._ I'm sorry for it, sir; I have lived with you along while;
+I've half a year's wages too, due the 25th ult. for dressing your hair,
+and scribbling your parchments; but take my scribbling; take my
+frizzing; take my wages; and I, and Wows, will take ourselves off
+together--she saved my life, and rot me, if any thing but death shall
+part us.
+
+_Inkle._ Impertinent! Go, and deliver your message.
+
+_Trudge._ I'm gone, sir. Lord, Lord! I never carried a letter with such
+ill will in all my born days.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Sir Chr._ Well--shall I see the girl?
+
+_Inkle._ She'll be here presently. One thing I had forgot: when she is
+yours, I need not caution you, after the hints I've given, to keep her
+from the Castle. If Sir Christopher should see her, 'twould lead, you
+know, to a discovery of what I wish concealed.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Depend upon _me_--Sir Christopher will know no more of our
+meeting, than he does at this moment.
+
+_Inkle._ Your secrecy shall not be unrewarded; I'll recommend you,
+particularly, to his good graces.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Thank ye, thank ye; but I'm pretty much in his good graces,
+as it is; I don't know anybody he has a greater respect for.----
+
+_Re-enter TRUDGE._
+
+_Inkle._ Now, sir, have you performed your message?
+
+_Trudge._ Yes, I gave her the letter.
+
+_Inkle._ And where is Yarico? did she say she'd come? didn't you do as
+you were ordered? didn't you speak to her?
+
+_Trudge._ I cou'dn't, sir, I cou'dn't--I intended to say what you bid
+me--but I felt such a pain in my throat, I cou'dn't speak a word, for
+the soul of me; and so, sir, I fell a crying.
+
+_Inkle._ Blockhead!
+
+_Sir Chr._ 'Sblood, but he's a very honest blockhead. Tell me, my good
+fellow--what said the wench?
+
+_Trudge._ Nothing at all, sir. She sat down with her two hands clasped
+on her knees, and looked so pitifully in my face, I could not stand it.
+Oh, here she comes. I'll go and find Wows: if I must be melancholy, she
+shall keep me company.
+
+                                                               [_Exit._
+
+_Sir Chr._ Ods my life, as comely a wench as ever I saw!
+
+_Enter YARICO, who looks for some time in INKLE's face, bursts into
+tears, and falls on his neck._
+
+_Inkle._ In tears! nay, Yarico! why this?
+
+_Yar._ Oh do not--do not leave me!
+
+_Inkle._ Why, simple girl! I'm labouring for your good. My interest,
+here, is nothing: I can do nothing from myself, you are ignorant of our
+country's customs. I must give way to men more powerful, who will not
+have me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever anxious for your welfare,
+I've found a kind, good person who will protect you.
+
+_Yar._ Ah! why not you protect me!
+
+_Inkle._ I have no means--how can I?
+
+_Yarico._ Just as I sheltered you. Take me to yonder mountain, where I
+see no smoke from tall, high houses, filled with your cruel countrymen.
+None of your princes, there, will come to take me from you. And should
+they stray that way, we'll find a lurking place, just like my own poor
+cave; where many a day I sat beside you, and blessed the chance that
+brought you to it--that I might save your life.
+
+_Sir Chr._ His life! Zounds! my blood boils at the scoundrel's
+ingratitude!
+
+_Yar._ Come, come, let's go. I always feared these cities. Let's fly
+and seek the woods; and there we'll wander hand in hand together. No
+cares shall vex us then--We'll let the day glide by in idleness; and
+you shall sit in the shade, and watch the sun-beam playing on the
+brook, while I sing the song that pleases you. No cares, love, but for
+food--and we'll live cheerily I warrant--In the fresh, early morning,
+you shall 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
+shall be so happy!----
+
+_Inkle._ Hear me, Yarico. My countrymen and yours differ as much
+in minds as in complexions. We were not born to live in woods and
+caves----to seek subsistence by pursuing beasts----We christians,
+girl, hunt money; a thing unknown to you--But, here, 'tis money which
+brings us ease, plenty, command, power, every thing; and, of course,
+happiness. You are the bar to my attaining this; therefore 'tis
+necessary for my good----and which, I think, you value----
+
+_Yar._ You know I do; so much, that it would break my heart to leave
+you.
+
+_Inkle._ But we must part; if you are seen with me, I shall lose all.
+
+_Yar._ I gave up all for you--my friends--my country: all that was dear
+to me: and still grown dearer since you sheltered there.--All, all, was
+left for you--and were it now to do again--again I'd cross the seas, and
+follow you, all the world over.
+
+_Inkle._ We idle time; sir, she is yours. See you obey this gentleman;
+'twill be the better for you. [_Going._]
+
+_Yar._ O barbarous! [_Holding him._] Do not, do not abandon me!
+
+_Inkle._ No more.
+
+_Yar._ Stay but a little. I shan't live long to be a burden to you:
+your cruelty has cut me to the heart. Protect me but a little--or I'll
+obey this man, and undergo all hardships for your good; stay but to
+witness 'em.--I soon shall sink with grief; tarry till then, and hear
+me bless your name when I am dying; and beg you now and then, when I am
+gone, to heave a sigh for your poor Yarico.
+
+_Inkle._ I dare not listen. You, sir, I hope, will take good care of
+her. [_Going._]
+
+_Sir Chr._ Care of her!--that I will--I'll cherish her like my own
+daughter; and pour balm into the heart of a poor, innocent girl, that
+has been wounded by the artifices of a scoundrel.
+
+_Inkle._ Hah! 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you!--
+
+_Sir Chr._ 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you look an honest man in the face?
+
+_Inkle._ Sir, you shall feel--
+
+_Sir Chr._ Feel!--It's more than ever you did, I believe. Mean, sordid
+wretch! dead to all sense of honour, gratitude, or humanity--I never
+heard of such barbarity! I have a son-in-law, who has been left in
+the same situation; but, if I thought him capable of such cruelty,
+dam'me if I would not turn him to sea, with a peck-loaf, in a cockle
+shell--Come, come, cheer up, my girl! You shan't want a friend to
+protect you, I warrant you.--[_Taking YARICO by the hand._]
+
+_Inkle._ Insolence! The Governor shall hear of this insult.
+
+_Sir Chr._ The Governor! liar! cheat! rogue! impostor! breaking all
+ties you ought to keep, and pretending to those you have no right to.
+The Governor never had such a fellow in the whole catalogue of his
+acquaintance--the Governor disowns you--the Governor disclaims you--the
+Governor abhors you; and to your utter confusion, here stands the
+Governor to tell you so. Here stands old Curry, who never talked to a
+rogue without telling him what he thought of him.
+
+_Inkle._ Sir Christopher!--Lost and undone!
+
+_Med._ [_Without._] Holo! Young Multiplication! Zounds! I have been
+peeping in every cranny of the house. Why, young Rule of Three!
+[_Enters from the inn._] Oh, here you are at last--Ah, Sir Christopher!
+What are you there! too impatient to wait at home. But here's one that
+will make you easy, I fancy. [_Clapping INKLE on the shoulder._]
+
+_Sir Chr._ 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 Chr._ No, no; I have found him out with a vengeance.
+
+_Med._ Not you. Why this is the dear boy. It's my nephew; that is, your
+son-in-law, that is to be. It's Inkle!
+
+_Sir Chr._ It's a lie; and you're a purblind old booby,--and this dear
+boy is a damn'd scoundrel.
+
+_Med._ Hey-day! what's the meaning of this? One was mad before, and he
+has bit the other, I suppose.
+
+_Sir Chr._ But here comes the dear boy--the true boy--the jolly boy,
+piping hot from church, with my daughter.
+
+_Enter CAMPLEY, NARCISSA, and PATTY._
+
+_Med._ Campley!
+
+_Sir Chr._ Who? Campley?--It's no such thing.
+
+_Camp._ That's my name, indeed, Sir Christopher.
+
+_Sir Chr._ The devil it is! And how came you, sir, to impose upon me,
+and assume the name of Inkle? A name which every man of honesty ought
+to be ashamed of.
+
+_Camp._ I never did, sir.--Since I sailed from England with your
+daughter, my affection has daily increased: and when I came to explain
+myself to you, by a number of concurring circumstances, which I am now
+partly acquainted with, you mistook me for that gentleman. Yet had I
+even then been aware of your mistake, I must confess, the regard for my
+own happiness would have tempted me to let you remain undeceived.
+
+_Sir Chr._ And did you, Narcissa, join in--
+
+_Nar._ How could I, my dear sir, disobey you?
+
+_Patty._ Lord your honour, what young lady could refuse a captain?
+
+_Camp._ I am a soldier, Sir Christopher. Love and war is the soldier's
+motto; though my income is trifling to your _intended_ son-in-law's,
+still the chance of war has enabled me to support the object of my love
+above indigence. Her fortune, Sir Christopher, I do not consider myself
+by any means entitled to.
+
+_Sir Chr._ 'Sblood! but you must though. Give me your hand, my young
+Mars, and bless you both together!--Thank you, thank you for cheating
+an old fellow into giving his daughter to a lad of spirit, when he was
+going to throw her away upon one, in whose breast the mean passion of
+avarice smothers the smallest spark of affection or humanity.
+
+_Nar._ I have this moment heard a story of a transaction in the forest,
+which I own would have rendered compliance with your former commands
+very disagreeable.
+
+_Patty._ Yes, sir, I told my mistress he had brought over a Hottypot
+gentlewoman.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Yes, but he would have left her for you; [_To Narcissa._]
+and you for his interest; and sold you, perhaps, as he has this poor
+girl to me, as a requital for preserving his life.
+
+_Nar._ How!
+
+_Enter TRUDGE and WOWSKI._
+
+_Trudge._ Come along, Wows! take a long last leave of your poor mistress:
+throw your pretty, ebony arms about her neck.
+
+_Wows._ No, no;--she not go; you not leave poor Wowski. [_Throwing her
+arms about YARICO._]
+
+_Sir Chr._ Poor girl! A companion, I take it!
+
+_Trudge._ A thing of my own, sir. I cou'dn't help following my master's
+example in the woods----_Like master, like man_, sir.
+
+_Sir Chr._ But you would not sell her, and be hang'd to you, you dog,
+would you?
+
+_Trudge._ Hang me, like a dog, if I would, sir.
+
+_Sir Chr._ So say I to every fellow that breaks an obligation due to
+the feelings of a man. But, old Medium, what have you to say for your
+hopeful nephew?
+
+_Med._ I never speak ill of my friends, Sir Christopher.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Pshaw!
+
+_Inkle._ Then let me speak: hear me defend a conduct----
+
+_Sir Chr._ Defend! Zounds! plead guilty at once--it's the only hope
+left of obtaining mercy.
+
+_Inkle._ Suppose, old gentleman, you had a son?
+
+_Sir Chr._ 'Sblood! then I'd make him an honest fellow; and teach him,
+that the feeling heart never knows greater pride than when it's employed
+in giving succour to the unfortunate. I'd teach him to be his father's
+own son to a hair.
+
+_Inkle._ Even so my father tutored me: from my infancy, bending my
+tender mind, like a young sapling, to his will--Interest was the grand
+prop round which he twined my pliant green affections: taught me in
+childhood to repeat old sayings--all tending to his own fixed principles,
+and the first sentence that I ever lisped, was--_Charity begins at home._
+
+_Sir Chr._ I shall never like a proverb again, as long as I live.
+
+_Inkle._ As I grew up, he'd prove--and by example--were I in want, I
+might e'en starve, for what the world cared for their neighbours; why
+then should I care for the world? Men now lived for themselves. These
+were his doctrines: then, sir, what would you say, should I, in spite
+of habit, precept, education, fly in my father's face, and spurn his
+councils?
+
+_Sir Chr._ Say! why, that you were a damn'd honest, undutiful fellow. O
+curse such principles! Principles, which destroy all confidence between
+man and man--Principles which none but a rogue could instil, and none
+but a rogue could imbibe.--Principles----
+
+_Inkle._ Which I renounce.
+
+_Sir Chr._ Eh!
+
+_Inkle._ Renounce entirely. Ill-founded precept too long has steeled
+my breast--but still 'tis vulnerable--this trial was too much--Nature,
+'gainst habit combating within me, has penetrated to my heart; a heart,
+I own, long callous to the feelings of sensibility; but now it bleeds--and
+bleeds for my poor Yarico. Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing,
+and mingle tears of love and penitence. [_Embracing her._]
+
+_Trudge._ [_Capering about._] Wows, give me a kiss! [_WOWSKI goes to
+TRUDGE._]
+
+_Yar._ And shall we--shall we be happy?
+
+_Inkle._ Aye; ever, ever, Yarico.
+
+_Yar._ I knew we should--and yet I feared--but shall I still watch over
+you? Oh! love, you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only to make her
+feel this happiness the greater.
+
+_Wows._ [_Going to YARICO._] Oh Wowski so happy!--and yet I think I not
+glad neither.
+
+_Trudge._ Eh, Wows! How!--why not!
+
+_Wows._ 'Cause I can't help cry----
+
+_Sir Chr._ Then, if that's the case--curse me, if I think I'm very glad
+either. What the plague's the matter with my eyes?--Young man, your
+hand--I am now proud and happy to shake it.
+
+_Med._ Well, Sir Christopher, what do you say to my hopeful nephew now?
+
+_Sir Chr._ Say! Why, confound the fellow, I say, that is ungenerous
+enough to remember the bad action of a man who has virtue left in his
+heart to repent it--As for you, my good fellow, [_To TRUDGE._] I must,
+with your master's permission, employ you myself.
+
+_Trudge._ O rare!--Bless your honour!--Wows! you'll be lady, you jade,
+to a governor's factotum.
+
+_Wows._ Iss--I Lady Jactotum.
+
+_Sir Chr._ And now, my young folks, we'll drive home, and celebrate the
+wedding. Od's my life! I long to be shaking a foot at the fiddles, and
+I shall dance ten times the lighter, for reforming an Inkle, while I
+have it in my power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.
+
+
+FINALE.
+
+[La Belle Catharine.]
+
+CAMPLEY.
+
+  _Come, let us dance and sing,_
+  _While all Barbadoes bells shall ring:_
+  _Love scrapes the fiddle string,_
+      _And Venus plays the lute;_
+  _Hymen gay, foots away,_
+  _Happy at our wedding-day,_
+  _Cocks his chin, and figures in,_
+      _To tabor, fife, and flute._
+
+CHORUS.
+
+  _Come then dance and sing,_
+  _While all Barbadoes bells shall ring, &c._
+
+NARCISSA.
+
+  _Since thus each anxious care_
+  _Is vanished into empty air,_
+  _Ah! how can I forbear_
+      _To join the jocund dance?_
+  _To and fro, couples go,_
+  _On the light fantastic toe,_
+  _White with glee, merrily,_
+      _The rosy hours advance._
+          Chorus. _Come then, &c._
+
+YARICO.
+
+  _When first the swelling sea_
+  _Hither bore my love and me,_
+  _What then my fate would be,_
+      _Little did I think----_
+  _Doomed to know care and woe,_
+  _Happy still is Yarico;_
+  _Since her love will constant prove,_
+      _And nobly scorns to shrink._
+          Chorus. _Come then, &c._
+
+WOWSKI.
+
+  _Whilst all around, rejoice,_
+  _Pipe and tabor raise the voice,_
+  _It can't be Wowski's choice,_
+      _Whilst Trudge's to be dumb._
+  _No, no, dey blithe and gay,_
+  _Shall like massy, missy play._
+  _Dance and sing, hey ding, ding,_
+      _Strike fiddle and beat drum._
+          Chorus. _Come then, &c._
+
+TRUDGE.
+
+  _'Sbobs! now, I'm fix'd for life,_
+  _My fortune's fair, tho' black's my wife,_
+  _Who fears domestic strife--_
+      _Who cares now a souse!_
+  _Merry cheer my dingy dear_
+  _Shall find with her Factotum heve;_
+  _Night and day, I'll frisk and play_
+      _About the house with Wows._
+          Chorus. _Come then, &c._
+
+INKLE.
+
+  _Love's convert here behold,_
+  _Banish'd now my thirst of gold,_
+  _Bless'd in these arms to fold_
+      _My gentle Yarico._
+  _Hence all care, doubt, and fear,_
+  _Love and joy each want shall cheer,_
+  _Happy night, pure delight,_
+      _Shall make our bosoms glow._
+          Chorus. _Come then, &c._
+
+PATTY.
+
+  _Let Patty say a word----_
+  _A chambermaid may sure be heard----_
+  _Sure men are grown absurd,_
+      _Thus taking black for white;_
+  _To hug and kiss a dingy miss,_
+  _Will hardly suit an age like this,_
+  _Unless, here, some friends appear,_
+      _Who like this wedding night._
+          Chorus. _Come then, &c._
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
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