Hey! for America I sail, Yankee doodle, deedle; The sailor-boys cry'd," Smoke his tail !” On English belles I turn'd my back, And got a foreign fair quite black, Your London girls, with roguish trip, My Wows would beat a hundred such, Rings I'll buy to deck her toes; A feather fine shall grace her nose, With jealousy I ne'er shall burst ; Who'd steal my A white Othello, I can trust bone of bone-a? [Exeunt. A dingy Desdemona. 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 re E if [Aside.] But I must run-and, remember, Trudge, 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. 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, And went in boots to see the play, I march'd the lobby, twirled my stick, The girls all cry'd," He's quite the kick Hey! for America I sail, Yankee doodle, deedle; The sailor-boys cry'd," Smoke his tail!" On English belles I turn'd my back, And got a foreign fair quite black, Your London girls, with roguish trip, My Wows would beat a hundred such, Rings I'll buy to deck her toes; A feather fine shall grace her nose, With jealousy I ne'er shall burst ; A white Othello, I can trust [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 re E garding 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-SirInkle. 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. İnkle. 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 dis tresses. 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 notbut 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 for tune. 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 |