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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 treat ment of it, the author has shewn taste, judgmentvirtue.
Mr Johnstone. Mr Quick. Mr Davies. Mr Wewitzer. Mr Eduin. Mr Darley. Mrs Billington. Mrs Mountain. · Mrs Martyr. Mrs Rock.
Mr Bannister, jun.
Mrs Kemble. Mrs Bannister. Miss George. Mrs Forster.
SCENE,-First on the Main of America : After
wards in Barbadoes.
INKLE AND YARICO.
ACT THE FIRST.
An American Forest.
Medium. [Without.] Hilli ho! ho !
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!-
Trudge. Lord ! sir, if my master makes no more haste, we shall all be put to the 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. Ay; stripping is the first thing that would happen to us; for they seem to be woefully off for a wardrobe. I niyself 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 fel. low 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 ine. 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 Threadneedlestreet, 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-chomber. Ab! 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?
you hear a noise ? Med. Y-es-but-husb! 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; the baboons, beaux. What the plague made you loiter so long?
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 ?