If we

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 Eng. Jand. We have little to fear here, I hope: this cavera. ther bears the pleasing face of a profitable adventure.

Trudge. Very likely, sir! But for a pleasing face, it has the cursed'st ugly mouth I ever saw in my life. Now do, sir, make off as fast as you can. once get clear of the natives' houses, we have little to fear from the lions and leopards : for by the appear. ance of their parlours, they seem to have killed all the wild beasts 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 apart. ment: l'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-tooted fellow ready to scalp us. Inkle. By heaven! a woman.

[As the curtain d aws, YARICO and WoWSKI

discotered usle.p.

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 forwardINKLE and TRUDGE retire to opposita sides of the scene.]


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 sleep 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.

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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 preymy countrymen too(yet, I think, they cou'dn't 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. Oho! 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 sha'n't it, sha'n't it indeed ?
Inkle. No, my Yarico! For when an opportunity

offers to return to my country, you

shall be

my com panion.

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

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-- Yei, can you run some risk in following me?

see me


[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 re-


you, To sigh with regret, for the grot left behind you? Yar. Ah! no, I could follow, and sail the world over, Vor think of my grot, when I look at ту

lover ; The winds, which blow round us, your arms for

my pillow, Will lull us to sleep, whilst we're rock'd by each.

billow. Both. O say then, ny 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 ji urney all over the world both together.

Excunt, as i tir ng lu..cd into he cave

Manent TRUDGE and WoWSKI. Trudge. Why, you speak English as well as I, my Little Wowski.

Wors. 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 surprised 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 leafbrown and shrivel.

Trudge. Oh, ho, an old shipwrecked sailor, I warrant. With white and grey hair, eh, my pretty beau. ty 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.)

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