*Inkle. In two words then, meet me here still the burthen of his song was- - prudence! at noon, and we'll speak further on this sub- Prudence, Thomas, and you'll rise.-Early he ject; and lest you think I trifle with your taught me numbers; which he said, and he business, hear why I wish this pause. Chance said rightly, would give me a quick view of threw me, on my passage to your island, loss and profit; and banish from my mind among a savage people. Deserted, -defence- those idle impulses of passion, which mark less,-cut off from my companions, my life young thoughtless spendthrifts. His maxims at stake-to this young creature I owe my rooted in my heart, and as I grew-they grew; preservation;-she found me, like a dying bough, till I was reckoned, among our friends, a porn from its kindred branches; which, as it steady, sober, solid, good young man; and all drooped, she moistened with her tears. the neighbours called me the prudent Mr.

Plant. Nay, nay, talk like a man of this Thomas. And shall I now, at once, kick down world. the character which I have raised so warily? e. Inkle. Your patience.-And yet your inter--Part with her-The thought once struck uption goes to my present feelings; for on me in our cabin, as she lay sleeping by me; our sail to this your island-the thoughts of but, in her slumbers, she past her arm around ime mispent-doubt-fears-for call it what me, murmured blessing on my name, and You will have much perplex'd me; and as broke my meditations. our spires arose, reflections still rose with hem; for here, sir, lie my interests, great connections, and other weighty matters-which How I need not mention

Enter YARICO and TRUDGE.

Yar. My love!

Trudge. I have been showing her all the Plant. But which her presence here will wigs and bales of goods we met on the quay,

nar.

Inkle. Even so-And yet the gratitude I we her!

Plant. Pshaw! So because she preserved our life, your gratitude is to make you give p all you have to live upon.

Inkle. Why in that light indeed-This never truck me yet, I'll think on't.

sir.

Yar. My mind has been so busy, that I almost forgot even you. I wish you had staid with me-You would have seen such sights! Inkle. Those sights are grown familiar to

Plant. Âye, aye, do so-Why what return me, Yarico. an the wench wish more than taking her Yar. And yet I wish they were not. - You rom a wild, idle, savage people, and provi- might partake my pleasures-but now again, ing for her, here, with reputable bard work, methinks, I will not wish so-for, with too a genteel, polished, tender, Christian country? much gazing, you might neglect poor Yarico. Inkle. Well, sir, at noonInkle. Nay, nay, my care is still for you. Plant. I'll meet you-but remember, young Yar. I'm sure it is: and if I thought it was entleman, you must get her off your hands not, I'd tell you tales about our poor old grot -you must indeed.—I shall have her a bar--Bid you remember our palm-tree near the ain, I see that-your servant!-Zounds, how brook, where in the shade you often stretched ite it is-but never be put out of your way yourself, while I would take your head upon a woman-I must run-my wife will play my lap, and sing my love to sleep. I know he devil with me for keeping breakfast. you'll love me then.

ог

Inkle. Trudge.

Trudge. Sir!

[Exit.

Inkle. Have you provided a proper apartnent?

Trudge. Yes, sir, at the Crown here; a neat, pruce room, they tell me. You have not een such a convenient lodging this good hile, I believe.

Inkle. Are there no better inns in the town? Trudge. Um - Why there's the Lion, 1 ear, and the Bear, and the Boar-but we saw nem at the door of all our late lodgings, and ound but bad accommodations within, sir.

Inkle. Well, run to the end of the quay, nd conduct Yarico hither. The road traight before you: you can't miss it.

IS

SCENE II.-SIR CHRISTOPHER CURRY'S. Enter SIR CHRISTOPHER and MEDIUM. Trudge. Very well, sir. What a fine thing t is to turn one's back on a master, without Sir C. I tell you, old Medium, you are all unning into a wolf's belly! One can follow wrong. Plague on your doubts! Inkle shall ne's nose on a message here, and be sure it have my Narcissa. Poor fellow! I dare say von't be bit off by the way,, [Exit. he's finely chagrined at this temporary parting Inkle. Let me reflect a little. Part with -Eat up with the blue devils, I warrant. per-Justified!-Pshaw, my interest, honour, Med. Eat up by the black devils, I warrant; engagements to Narcissa, all demand it. My for I left him in hellish hungry company. ather's precepts, too I can remember, when Sir C. Pshaw! he'll arrive with the next was a boy, what pains he took to mould vessel, depend on't - besides, have not I had ne!-Schooled me from morn to night-and this in view ever since they were children? I

must and will have it so, I tell you. Is not|Miss Narcissa.—In the mean time, he has it, as it were, a marriage made above? They ordered me to brush up this letter for your shall meet, I'm positive. honour, from your humble servant, to com TIMOTHY TRUDGE.

Med. Shall they? Then they must meet mand, where the marriage was made; for, hang me, Sir C. Hey day! here's a stile! the voyage if I think it will ever happen below. has jumbled the fellow's brains out of ther Sir C. Ha!-and if that is the case-hang places; the water has made his head tur me, if I think you'll ever be at the celebration round. But no matter; mine turns round of it. too. I'll go and prepare Narcissa directly Med. Yet, let me tell you, Sir Christopher they shall be married, slap-dash, as soon Curry, my character is as unsullied as a sheet he comes from the quay. From Neptune of white paper. Hymen; from the hammock to the bridal bed Ha! old boy!

Med. Well, well; don't flurry yourself you're so hot!

Sir C. Well said, old fool's-cap! and it's as mere a blank as a sheet of white paper. You are honest, old Medium, by comparison, just as a fellow sentenced to transportation is hap- Sir C. Hot! blood, arn't I in the West la pier than his companion condemned to the dies? Arn't I Governor of Barbadoes? He sh gallows-Very worthy, because you are no have her as soon as he sets his foot on shore rogue; tender hearted, because you never go-She shall rise to him like Venus out of to fires and executions; and an affectionate sea. His hair puffed! He ought to have be father and husband, because you never pinch puffing, here, out of breath, by this time. your children, or kick your wife out of bed. Med. Very true; but Venus's husband Med. And that, as the world goes, is more always supposed to be lame, you know, than every man can say for himself. Yet, Christopher.

since you force me to speak my positive qua- Sir C. Well, now do, my good fellow, lities-but, no matter,-you remember me in down to the shore, and see what detains London: didn't I, as member of the Humane Society, bring a man out of the New River, who, it was afterwards found, had done me an injury?

[Hurrying him Med. Well, well; I will, I will. [E Sir C. In the mean time, I'll get ready Na cissa, and all shall be concluded in a seca Sir C. And, dam'me, if I would not kick My heart's set upon it. Poor fellow! se any man into the New River that had done all his rambles, and tumbles, and jumbles, and me an injury. There's the difference of our fits of despair-I shall be rejoiced to see honesty. Oons! if you want to be an honest I have not seen him since he was that b fellow, act from the impulse of nature. Why, -But, zounds! he's so tardy! you have no more gall than a pigeon.

Med. Ha! You're always so hasty; among the hodge-podge of your foibles, passion is always predominant.

Sir C. So much the better.-Foibles, quotha? foibles are foils that give additional lustre to the gems of virtue. You have not so many foils as I, perhaps.

Med. And, what's more, I don't want 'em, sir Christopher, I thank you.

Sir C. Very true; for the devil a gem have you to set off with 'em.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. A strange gentleman, sir, come from the quay, desires to see you.

Sir C. From the quay? Od's my life!-To be-'Tis Inkle! Show him up, directly. [EL Servant] The rogue is expeditious after allI'm so happy.

Enter CAMPLEY.

My dear fellow! [Embracing him] I'm joiced to see you. Welcome; welcome ber with all my soul!

Med. Well, well; I never mention errors; that, I flatter myself, is no disagreeable qua- Camp. This reception, Sir Christopher, lity. It don't become me to say you are hot. beyond my warmest wishes. — Unknown Sir C. 'Sblood! but it does become you: it youbecomes every man, especially an Englishman, to speak the dictates of his heart.

Sir C. Aye, aye; we shall be better a quainted by and by. Well, and how, Tell me!-But old Medium and I have tak over your affair a hundred times a day, e since Narcissa arrived.

Camp. You surprise me! Are you th really acquainted with the whole affair? Sir C. Every tittle.

Camp. And, can you, sir, pardon what

Sero. This letter, sir, brought by a sailor past?from the quay.

[Exit.

Sir C. Pooh! how could you help it? Med. Well, read, Christopher. Camp. Very true-sailing in the same s Sir C. [Opening the Letter] Huzza! here-andit is. He's safe-safe and sound at Barbadoes. Sir C. Aye, aye; but we have had a bu [Reading] Sir, My master, Mr. Inkle, is dred conjectures about you. Your despair a just arrived in your harbour. Here, read, distress, and all that.-Your's must have b read! old Mediuma damned situation, to say the truth.

Med. [Reading] Um-Your harbour-we Camp. Cruel indeed, Sir Christopher! were taken up by an English vessel on the I flatter myself will move your compass 14th ult. He only waits till I have puffed I have been almost inclined to despair, jude his hair, to pay his respects to you, and as you say, but when you consider the P

Sir C. Zounds! you ought to be out of your ises: but dispatch-make short work of it, r while you live, my boy.

Enter NARCISSA and PATTY.

Patty, Mercy on us! what a walk I have had of it! Well, matters go on swimmingly at the governor's-The old gentleman has order'd the carriage, and the young couple will re, girl: here's your swain. [To Narcissa. be whisk'd, here, to church, in a quarter of Camp. I just parted with my Narcissa, on an hour. My business is to prevent young quay. sobersides, young Inkle, from appearing, to Sir C. Did you! Ah, sly dog-had a meet-interrupt the ceremony.-Ha! here's the Crown, before you came to the old gentleman.- where I hear he is hous'd. So now to find there-Take him, and make much of him Trudge, and trump up a story, in the true ind, for fear of further separations, you stile of a chambermaid. [Goes into the House. ll e'en be tack'd together directly. What Patty, within] I tell you it don't signify, and ? you, girl? I will come up. [Trudge, within] But it does Camp. Will my Narcissa consent to my signify, and you can't come up. opiness?

Nar. I always obey my father's commands,
th pleasure, sir.

Sir C. Od! I'm so happy, I hardly know
ich way to turn; but we'll have the car-
ge directly; drive down to the quay; trundle
I Spintext into church; aud hey for matri-
ny!
Camp. With all my heart, sir Christopher;
sooner the better.

& CHRISTOPHER, CAMPLEY, NARCISSA, PATTY.
Sir Chr. Your Colinettes, and Arriettes,

a

Re-enter PATTY, with TRUDge.
Patty. You had better say at once, I shan't.
Trudge. Well then, you shan't.

Patty. Savage! Pretty behaviour you have pick'd up among the Hottypots! Your London civility, like London itself, will soon be lost in smoke, Mr. Trudge; and the politeness you have studied so long in Thread-needle-street, blotted out by the blacks you have been living with.

Trudge. No such thing; I practis'd my politeness all the while I was in the woods. Our very lodging taught me good manners; for I could never bring myself to go into it without bowing.

1) A chance.-The custom is for one person to top piece of money into the air, and the other to say what side he thinks will be uppermost when it is fallen on the ground; and if he guesses right, he has gain- Patty. Don't tell me! A mighty civil receped, thus it entirely depends on chance, although the tion you give a body, truly, after a six weeks London boys think, in their tossing (gaffing) with the parting.

pre-men, that particular twist of the hand gives a

particular sort of luck.

Trudge. Gad, you're right; I am a little

Patty. Pshaw, fellow! I want none of your kisses.

Trudge. Oh! very well I'll take it again. [Offers to kiss her. Patty. Be quiet: I want to see Mr. Inkle; I have a message to him from Miss Narcissa. I shall get a sight of him, now, I believe. Trudge. May be not. He's a little busy present.

Patty. Busy-ha! Plodding! What he's his multiplication again?

Patty. [Aside] Rare news for my mistress! at-Why I can hardly believe it; the grave, sly, steady, sober Mr. Inkle, do such a thing! at Trudge. Pooh! it's always your sly, sober fellows, that go the most after the girls. Patty. Well; I should sooner suspect you Trudge. Me? Oh Lord! he! he!-Do var think any smart, tight, little, black-eyed weich would be struck with my figure? [Conceited Patty. Pshaw! never mind your figurs Tell me how it happen'd?

Trudge. Very likely; so it would be a pity to interrupt him, you know.

Patty. Certainly; and the whole of my business was to prevent his hurrying himself Tell him, we shan't be ready to receive him, at the governor's, till to-morrow, d'ye hear? Trudge. No?

Patty. No. Things are not prepared. The place isn't in order; and the servants have not had proper notice of the arrival.

Trudge. Oh! let me alone to give the servants notice-rat-tat-tat-It's all the notice we had in Threadneedle-street of the arrival of a visitor1).

Patty. Threadneedle - street! Threadneedle nonsense! I'd have you to know we do every thing here with an air. Matters have taken another turn-Stile! Stile, sir, is required here, I promise you.

Trudge. Turn-Stile!2) And pray what stile will serve your turn now, Madam Patty?

Trudge. You shall hear: when the ship it us ashore, my master turn'd as pale as a str of paper. It isn't every body that's blest wa courage, Patty.

Patty. True!

Trudge. We hadn't gone far, when damu'd one-eyed black boar, that grinn'd a devil, came down the hill in a jog trot! M master melted as fast as a pot of pomatum! Paity. Mercy on us!

Trudge. But what does I do, but wh Patty. A due dignity and decorum, to be out my desk knife, that I us'd to cut the sure. Sir Christopher intends Mr. Inkle, you with at home; met the monster, and sha know, for his son-in-law, and must receive his throat like a pen-The boar bled like a him in public form, (which can't be till tomorrow morning) for the honour of his go- Patty. Lord! Trudge, what a great trave vernorship: why the whole island will ring

of it.

Trudge. The devil it will!

Patty. Yes; they've talk'd of nothing but my mistress's beauty and fortune for these six weeks. Then he'll be introduced to the bride, you know.

pig.

you are!

Trudge. Yes; I remember we fed on the flitch for a week.

Patty. Well, well; but the lady. Trudge. The lady? Oh, true. By and we came to a cave-a large hollow ro under-ground, like a warehouse in the Ad Trudge. O, my poor master! phi-Well; there we were half an hour, Patty. Then a public breakfast; then a pro- fore I could get him to go in; there's nocession; then, if nothing happens to prevent counting for fear, you know. At last, ip it, he'll get into church and be married in a went to a place hung round with skins, 25 might be a furrier's shop, and there was a fine lady, snoring on a bow and arrows. Patty. What, all alone?

crack.

Trudge. Then he'll get into a damn'd scrape, in a crack. Ah! poor madam Yarico! My poor pilgarlic of a master, what will become [Half aside. Patty. Why, what's the matter with the booby?

of him!

Trudge. Nothing, nothing-he'll be hang'd for poli-bigamy.

Patty. Polly who?

Trudge. It must out-Patty!

1) The clerks in London with their small, long, black port-folio under their arm, come to the door with double rap, presenting their bill, saying, "Bill for

payment," if the party who is to pay the bill is not present, or perhaps unprepared, the clerk is desired to leave a direction," (the address of the bearer of the bill) and the bill must be taken up (paid) before 5 o' clock. If the party is present; the question is "how much?" a check is given and the clerk retires; but so singularly laconic are they, that seldom one word more escapes them.

2) Turnstile is the name of an alley in Holborn -This is a miserable pun.

Trudge. Eh!-No-no-Hum-She had a young lion by way of a lap-dog.

Patty. Gemini; what did you do? Trudge. Gave her a jog, and she op her eyes-she struck my master immediate Patty. Mercy on us! with what?

Trudge. With her beauty, you ninay, be sure: and they soon brought matters a bear. The wolves witness'd the contrac gave her away-The crows croak'd ames and we had board and lodging for nothing Patty. And this is she he has brought Trudge. The same.

[Barbados

Patty. Well; and tell me, Trudge;-s pretty, you say-Is she fair or brown? or Trudge. Um! she's a good comely copfe Patty. How! a tawney?

Trudge. Yes, quite dark; but very elegant like a Wedgwood tea-pot.

Patty. Oh! the monster! the filthy fellow! given her distant hints of parting; but still, Live with a black-a-moor! so strong her confidence in my affection, she Trudge. Why, there's no great harm in't, prattles on without regarding me. Poor YaI hope? rico! I must not-cannot quit her. When I Patty. Faugh! I wou'dn't let him kiss me would speak, her look, her mere simplicity for the world: he'd make my face all smutty. disarms me: I dare not wound such innoTrudge. Zounds! you are mighty nice all cence. Simplicity is like a smiling babe; of a sudden; but I'd have you to know, ma- which, to the ruffian, that would murder it, dam Patty, that blackamoor ladies, as you call stretching its little, naked, helpless arms, pleads, em, are some of the very few, whose com- speechless, its own cause. And yet Narcissa's lexions never rub off! S'bud, if they did, family

Wows and I shou'd have changed faces by

his time-But mum; not a word for your life.

Enter TRUDge.

Patty. Not I except to the Governor and Trudge. There he is, like a beau bespeakamily. [Aside] But I must run-and, remem- ing a coat-doubting which colour to chuse er, Trudge, if your master has made a mis--sir—

ake here, he has himself to thank for his Inkle. What now?

· [Exit.

Inkle. Angry!

ains. Trudge. Nothing unexpected, sir:- I hope Trudge. Pshaw! these girls are so plaguy you won't be angry. roud of their white and red! but I won't be hamed out of Wows, that's flat. Master, to e sure, while we were in the forest, taught to arico to read, with his pencil and pocketook. What then? Wows comes on fine ad fast in her lessons. A little awkward at st to be sure.-Ha! ha!-She's so used to ed with her hands, that I can't get her to it her victuals, in a genteel, Christian way, r the soul of me; when she has stuck a orsel on her fork, she don't know how to ide it; but pops up her knuckles to her outh, and the meat goes up to her ear. But, > matter-After all the fine, flashy London rls, Wowski's the wench for my money. A Clerk I was in London gay.

Trudge. I'm sorry for it: but I am come 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!

Jemmy linkum feedle,

And went in boots to see the play,

Merry fiddlem tweedle.

I march'd the lobby, twirl'd my stick,
Diddle, daddle, deedle;

The girls all cry'd, "He's quite the kick."
Oh, jemmy linkum feedle.

Hey! for America I sail,

Yankee doodle deedle;

The sailor boys cry'd, "smoke his tail!"
Jemmy linkum feedle.

On English belles I turn'd my back,
Diddle daddle deedle;

And got a foreign Fair, quite Black,
O twaddle, twaddle, tweedle!
Your London girls, with roguish trip
Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle,

May boast their pouting under-lip,

Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

My Wows wou'd beat a hundred such,
Diddle, daddle, deddle,
Whose upper-lip pouts twice as much,
O, pretty double wheedle!

Rings I'll buy to deck her toes;
Jemmy linkum feedle;

A feather fine shail grace her nose:
Waving siddle seedle.
With jealousy I ne'er shall burst;

Who'd steal my bone of bone-a?

A white Othello, I can trust

A dingy Desdemona.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-A Room in the Crown.
Enter INKLE.

Inkle. I know not what to think - I have

Trudge. Yes, sir; and as I have been out of employ, in both my capacities, lately, after have dressed yonr hair, I may draw up the marriage articles.

Inkle. 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 distresses!

Trudge. They are talking of nothing else but the match,

seems.

Inkle. Confusion! How can I, in honour, retract?

Trudge. And the bride's merits

Inkle. True! A fund of merits!-I would not-but 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 fortune.

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, and is now making preparations to receive you at breakfast, with all the honours of matrimony.

Inkle. Well, be it so; it will give me