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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

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 onceit's the only hope left of obtaining mercy.

you?

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 ?

, : 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. Il-founded precept too long has steeled my breast-but still ʼtis vulner. able--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 sensibili. ty; but now it bleeds--and bleeds for my poor Yarico. Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing,

her.)

and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing Trudge. [Capering about.) Wows, give me a kiss!

[Wowski goes to TRUDGE. Yar. And shall we shall we be happy? Inkle. Ay; 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. Ods 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,
Cooks 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 vanish'd into empty air,
Ah! how can I forbear

To join the jocund dance ?
To and fro, couples go,
On the light fantastic toe,
While 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-
Doom'd, to know care and woe,
Happy still is Yarico,
Since her love will constant prove,
And nobly scorns to shrink.

Chorus. Come then, &c.

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. Ay; 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 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, (T. 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. Ods 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.

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