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 t'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.


[Last Valentine's Day.)
A voyage over seas had not enter'd 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, alus! there's no bread to be butter'd at all.

Oho! I'm a terrible booby!

Oh, what a sad booby an 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 multon myself.

Oho! I shall die a lost mutton!
Oh! what a lost multon 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 sade 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 eome 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 agçin.) " Trudge. I must, sir; I must! Ah, Trudge, Irudge! what a damned hole are you getting into !

(Exeunt into a cavern,


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. 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 sha'n't it, sha'n't it indeed ?
Inkle. No, my Yarico! For when an opportunity

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