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Sir Chr. Ono! a slave! faith now I think planation-let's proceed to business_bring me on't, my daughter may want an attendant or the woman. wo extraordinary; and as you say she's Inkle. No; there you must excuse me.
I lelicate girl, above the common run, and rather would avoid seeing her more; and none of your thick lipped, fat nosed, squabby, wish it to be settled without my seeming inlumpling dowdies. I don't much care if- terference. My presence might distress her-Inkle. And for her treatment
You conceive me? Sir Chr. Look ye, young man; I love to Sir Chr. Zounds! what an unfeeling rascal! pe plain: I shall treat her a good deal better ---the poor girl's in love with him, I suppose. han you would, I fancy; for, though I wit- No, no, fair and open. My dealing's with less this custom every day, I can't help think- you, and you only; I see her now, or I deng the only excuse for buying our fellow clare off. reatures, is to rescue 'em from the hands of Inkle. Well then, you must be satisfied : bose who are unfeeling enough to bring them yonder's my servant-ha-a thought has struck o market.
Come here, sir. Inkle. Fair words, old gentleman; an En
Enter TRUDGE. lishman won't put up an affront.
I'll write my purpose, and send it her by him. Sir Chr. An Englishman! more shame for It is lucky that I'taught her to decypher charou! men, who so fully feel the blessings of racters: my labour now is paid. [Takes out iberty, are doubly cruel in depriving the his pocket-book and writes)- This is someielpless of their freedom.
what less abrupt; 'will soften matters. [.To İnkle. Let me assure you, sir, 'tis not my himself] - Give this to Yarico; then bring ccupation; but for a private reason-an in- her hither with you. tant pressing necessity
Trudge. I shall, sir.
[Going Sir Chr. Well, well, I have a pressing ne- Inkle. Stay; come back. This soft fool, if essity too; I can't stand 10 talk now; I ex- uninstructed, may add to her distress: bis ect company here presently; but if you'll drivelling sympathy may feed her grief, insk for me to-morrow, at the castle- stead of soothing it. When she has read this Inkle. The castle!
paper, seem to make light of it; tell her it is Sir Chr. Aye, sir, the castle; the Gover- a thing of course, done purely for her good. or's castle; known all over Barbadoes. I here inform her that I must part with her.
Inkle. 'Sdeath, this man must be on the D'ye understand your lesson? jovernor's establishment: his steward, per- Trudge. Pa-part with ma-dam Ya-ric-o! aps, and sent after me, while Sir Christo- Inkle. Why does the blockhead stammer ! her is impatiently waiting for me. I've gone I have my reasons. No muttering-and let po far; my secret may be known-As 'tis me tell you, sir, if your rare bargain were 11 win this fellow to my interest. [To him] gone too, 'twould be the better : she may One word more, sir: my business must be babble our story of the forest, and spoil my one immediately; and as you seem acquaint- fortune. d at the castle, if you should see me there Trudge. I'm sorry for it, sir: I have lived -and there I mean to slcep to-night- with you a long while; I've half a year's Sir Chr. The devil you do!
wages too due the 25th ultimo, due for dressInkle. Your finger on your lips; and nevering your bair and scribbling your parchments: reathe a syllable of this transaction. but, take my scribbling, take my frizzing, take Sir Chr. No! why not?
my wages ; and I and Wows' will take ourInkle. Because, for reasons, which perhaps selves off together. She saved my life, and ou'll know to-morrow, I might be injured rot me if any thing but death shall part us. ith the Governor, whose most particular Inkle. Impertinent! Go, and deliver your iend I am.
message. Sir Chr. So here's a particular fricod of Trudge. I'm gone, sir. Lord! lord! I neine, coming to sleep at my house, that I ver carried a le ter with such ill will in all ever saw in my life. I'll sound this fellow. my born days.
[Exit. Aside I fancy, young, gentleman, as you Sir Chr. Well-shall I see the girl ?' re such a bosom friend of the Governor's, Inkle. She'll be here presently. 'One thing nu can hardly do any thing to alter your I had forgot : when she is yours, I need not tuation with him.
caution you, after the bints I've given, to keep Inkle. Oh! pardon me; but you'll find that her from the castle. If Sir Christopher should ere-after-besides, you, doubtless, know his see her, 'would lead, you know, to a discosaracter?
very of what I wish concealed. Sir Chr. Oh, as well as my own. But let's Sir Chr. Depend upon me-Sir Christopher nderstand one another. You must trust me, will know no more of our meeting, than be ow you've gone so far. You are acquainted does at this moment. ith his character, no doubt, to a hair? Inkle. Your secrecy shall not be unrewarded:
Inkle. I am - I see we shall understand I'll recommend you, particularly, to his good ach otber. You know him too, I see, as graces. vell as I. -A very touchy, testy, hot, old Sir Chr. Thank ye, thank ye; but I'm ellow.
pretty much in his good graces, as it is: I Sir Chr. Here's a scoundrel! I hot and don't know any body he has a greater respuchy! zounds! I can hardly contain my pect for. assion !- but I won't discover myself. I'll
Re-enter TRUDGE. ee the boltom of this-[To him] Well now, Inkle. Now, sir, have you performed your s we seem to have come to a tolerable ex-l message ?
Trudge. Yes: I gave her the letter,
therefore 'tis necessary for my good-and Inkle. And where is Yarico? Did she say which I think you valueshe'd come? Didn't you do as you were or
Yar. You know I do; so much, that it dered? Didn't you speak to her?
would hreak my heart to leave you, Trudge. I could'nt, sir, I could'nt: l in- Inkle. But we must part: if you are seen tended to say
bid me-but I felt with me, I shall lose all. such a pain in my throat, I couldn't speak a Yar. I gave up all for you—my friendsword, for the soul of me; so, sir, I' fell a my country: all' tbat was dear to me: and crying.
grown dearer since you sheltered there. Inkle. Blockhead!
-All, all was left for you and were it now Sir Chr. 'Sblood! but he's a very honest to do again-again I'd cross the seas, and blockhead. Tell me, my good fellow, what follow you, all the world over. said the wench?
Inkle. We idle time; sir, she is your's Trudge. Nothing at all, sir. She sat down See you obey this gentleman; 'twill be the with her two hands clasped on her knees, and better for you.
[Going looked so pitifully in my face, I could not Yar, o, barharous! [Holding him] Da stand it. Oh, here she comes. I'll go and not, do not abandon me! find Wows: if I must be melancholy, she Inkle. No more. sball keep me company:
(Exit. Yar. Stay but a little: I sban't live long to Sir Chr. Ods my life, as comely a wench be a burden to you: your cruelty, bas e as ever I saw
me to the heart. Protect me but a little
I'll obey this aan, and undergo all hardship Enter Yarico, who looks for some țime in for your good; stay, but to witness 'em
Inlle's face, bursts into tears, and falls soon shall sink wiib grief; tarry till the on his neck,
and hear me bless your name when I a
dying; aud beg you, now and then, when Inkle. In tears! nay, Yarico! why this? am gone, to heave a sigh for your par Yar. Oh do not-do not leave me!
Yarico. Inkle. Why, simple girl! I'mn labouring for Inkle. I dare not listen. You, sir, I hope your good. My inierest, here, is nothing: 1 will take good care of her. TGO can do nothing from myself, you are igno- Sir Chr. Care of ber!- that I will -11 rant of our country's customs. I must give cherish her like my own daughter; and pog
men more powerful, who will not balm into the beart of a poor, innocent have me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever that bas been wounded by the artifices anxions for your welfare, I've found a kind, scoundrel. good person, who will protect you.
Inkle. Ha! 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you! Yar. Ah! why not you protect me? Sir Chr. 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you look a Inkle. I have no means-how can I? honest man in the face?
Yar. Just as I sheltered you. Take me to Inkle. Sir, you shall feelyonder mountain, where I sec no smoke from Sir Chr. Feel!- It's more than ever you did iall, high houses, filled with your cruel coun- I believe. Mean, sordid, wretch! dead to a trymen. None of your princes, there, will sense of honour, gratilude, or bumanitsa come to take me from you. And should they never heard of such barbarity! I bare a san ștray that way, we'll find a lurking place, in-law, who has been left in the same situs just like my own poor cave, where many a tion; but, if I thought him capable of sud day I sat beside you, and blessed the chance cruelty,, dam'me if I would not torn him i that brought you to it—that I might save sea, with a peck loaf, in a cockle sbell
Come, come, cheer up, my girl! You sban Sir Chr. His life! Zounds! my blood boils want a friend to protect you, I warranty at the scoundrel's ingratitude!
[Taking Yarico by the Hand Yar. Come, come, let's go. I always feared Inkle. Insolence! The governor shall bed these cities. Let's fly and seek the woods; of this insult, and there we'll wander hand in hand together. Sir Chr. The governor! liar! cheat! rogue No cares shall vex us then-We'll let the day impostor! breaking all ties you ought to keep glide by in idleness; and you shall sit in the and pretending to those you have no rigt shade, and watch the sun beam playing on to. The governor never had such a fellow the brook, while I sing the song that pleases the whole catalogue of his acquaintanceyou. No cares, love, but for food and we'll governor disowns you, the governor disclaim live cheerily, I warrant- In the fresh, early you, the governor abhors you; and to you morning, you shall hunt down our game, ulter confusion, here stands the governor te and I will pick you berries — and then, at tell you so. Here stands old Curry, who 16 night, I'll trim our bed of leaves, and lie me ver ialked to a rogue without telling him with down in peace-Oh! we shall be so happy! be thought of him.
Inkle. Hear me, Yarico. My countrymen Inkle. Sir Christopher ! -Lost and undone and yours differ as much in minds as in Med. [Without] Holo! Young Multiplicacomplexions. We were not born to live in tion! Zounds! I have been peeping in every woods and caves-10 seek subsistence by pur-cranny of the house, Why, young Rule suing beasts.-We Christians, girl, hunt mo- Three! [Enters from the Inn]. Oh, bere pey; a thing. unknown to you. – But, here, you are at last-Ah, Sir Christopher! Wall 'tis money which brings us ease, plenty, com are you there! too impatient to wait at borne 'mand, power, erery thing; and of course hap- But here's one that will make you easy, piness. "You are the bar to my attaining this; fancy.
[Tapping Inkle on the Shoulder
Sir Chr. How came you to know him?
Enter TRUDGE and Wowski. Med. Ha! ba! Well, that's curious enough. Trudge. Come along, Wows! take a long
So you have been talking here, without last leave of your poor mistress: throw your ding out each other.
pretty ebony arms about her neck. Sir Chr. No, no; I have found him out Viaws. No, no;-she not go; you not leave th a vengeance. Med. Not you. Why this is the dear bay. [Throwing her arms about Yarico, i my nephew, that is; your son in law, Sir Chr. Poor girl! a companion, I take it! it is to be. Ii's Inkle!
Trudge. A thing of my own, sir, I couldn't Sir Chr. Il's a lie: and you're a purblind help following my master's example in the I booby-and this dear boy is a damned woods-Like master, like man, sir. undrel.
Sir Chr. But you would not sell her, and Med. Hey-dey, what's the meaning of this? be hang'd to you, you dog, would you?
was mad before, and he has bit the Trudge. Hang me, like a dog, if I would, yer, I suppose.
sir. Sir Chr. But here comes the dear boy- Sir Chr. So say I, to every fellow that 2 true boy-the jolly boy, piping hot from breaks an obligation due to the feelings of a urch, with my daughter.
man. But, old Medium, what have you to
say for your hopeful nephew? Enter CAMPLEY, NARCISSA, and Patty.
Med. I never speak ill of my friends, sir Med. Campley!
Christopher Sir Chr. Who? Campley;- it's no such Sir Cl:r. Pshaw! ng
Inkle. Then let me speak: hear me defend Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Chri- a conductpher
Sir Ghr. Defend! Zounds! plead guilty, at Sir Chr, The devil it is! And how came once — it's the only hope Jefi of obtaining u, sir, to impose upon me, and assume the mercy. me of Inkle? A name wbich every man Inkle. Suppose, old gentleman, you had a honesty, ought to be ashamed of.
son? Camp. I never did, sir.–Since I sailed from Sir Chr. 'Sblood! then I'd make him an gland with your daughter, my affection has bonest fellow; and teach him that the feeling ily cncreased: and when I came to explain beart never knows greater pride than when self to you, by, a number of concurring it's employed in giving succour to the unforcumstances, which I am now partly ac- tunate. I'd teach bim to be his father's own ainted with, you mistook me for that gen-son to a hair. man. Yet bad I even then been aware of Inkle. Even so my father tutored me: from ur mistake, I must confess, the regard for infancy, bending my tender mind, like a young
own happiness would have templed me sapling, to his will-Interest was the grand let you remain undeceived,
prop round which he twined my pliant green Sir Chr. And did you, Narcissa, join in- affections: taught me in child-hood to repeat Nar. How could oI, my dear sir, disobey old sayings - all tending to his own fixed u?
principles, and the first sentence that I ever Patty, Lord, your honour, what young la- lisped, was charity begius at home. could refuse a caplain?
Sir Chr. I shall never like a proverb again, Carnp. I am a soldier, sir Christopher. Love as long as I live. d War is the soldier's mollo; though my Inkie. As I grew up, he'd prove—and by some is trifling to your intended son-io- example-were | in want, I might even starve, v's, still the chance of war has enabled me for what the world cared for their neighsupport the object of my love above indi-bours; why then should I care for the world! nce. Her fortune, sir Christopher, I do not men now lived for themselves. These were nsider myself by any means entitled to. bis doctrines; then, sir, what would you say, Sir Chr.' 'Sblood! but you must though, should I, in spite of babit, precept, education, ve me your hand, my young Mars, and fly into my faiher's face, and spurn his coun:ss you both together, — Thank you, thank cils ? u for cheating an old fellow into giving Sir Chr. Say! why, that you were a damnį daughter to a lad of spirit, when he wasjed honest, undutiful fellow. O curse such ing to throw her away upon one, in whose principles ! principles, which destroy all coneast the mcan passion of avarice smothers lidence between man and man- Principles, ? smallest spark of affection, or humanity. which none but a rogue could instil, and Inkle. Confusion!
none but a rogue could imbibe.—I'rinciplesNar. I have this nioment heard a story of
Inkle. Which I renounce. transaction in the forest, which, I own, Sir Chr. Eh! puld bave rendered compliance with your Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded prermer commands rery disagreeable. cept too long has steeled my breast--but still Patty. Yes, sir, I told iny mistress he had 'tis vulnerable—this trial was too much-Nabught over a botly-pot gentlewoman. ture; against habit combating within me, has Sir Chr. Yes, but he would have left her penetrated to my heart; a heart, I own, long
you; [To Narcissa] and you for his in- callous to the feelings of sensibility: but now est; and sold you, perhaps, as he has this it bleeds -- and bleeds for my poor Yarico. or girl, to me, as a requital for preserving Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing, life.
and mingle tears of love and penitence. Var. How!
Trudge. [Capering about] Wows, give
Ab! bow can I forbear me a kiss! [Wowski goes to Trudge,
To join the jocund dance? Yar. And shall we-shall we be happy?
To and fro, couples go, Inkle. Aye; ever, ever, Yarico.
On the light fantastic toe, Yar. I knew we should -- and yet I feared
While with glee, merrily, --but shall I still wa!ch over you? Oh! love,
The rosy hours advance. you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only Yarico. When first the swelling sea to make her feel this happiness the greater.
Hither bore my love and me, Wows. [Going to Yarico) Oh Wowski
What then my fate would be, 80 happy!-and yet I think I not glad neither.
Little did I thinkTrudge. Eh, Wows! How !- why not?
Doom'd to know care and woe, Wows. 'Cause I can't help cry.
Happy still is Yarico; Sir Chr. Then, if that's the case-curse me,
Since her love will constant prove if I think I'm very glad either. What the
And nobly scorn to shrink. plague's the matter with my eyes ?--Young Wowski. Whilst all around rejoice, man, your band-I am now proud and happy to shake it.
Pipe and tabor raise the voice,
It can't be Wowski's choice, Med. Well, sir Christopher, what do you say to my hopeful nephew now?
Whilst Trudge's, to be dumi. Sir Chr. Say! why, confound the fellow, I
No, no, day blithe and gay,
Shall like massy, missy play, say, that it is ungenerous enough to remember
Dance and sing, bey ding, ding, the bad action of a man who has virtue left
Strike fiddle and beat drum. in his heart to repent it.-As for you, my good fellow, [to. Trudge] I must, with your Prudge. Sbobs! now I'm fix'd for lose, master's permission, employ you myself
My fortune's fair, though blod Trudge. O rare !-Bless your
honour! Wows! you'll be lady, you jade, to a gover
Who fears domestic strilepor's factolum.
Who cares now a sous! Wows. Iss.-I lady Jactotum.
Merry cheer my dingy dear Sir Chr. And now, my young folks, we'll
Sball fiod with her Faclolum ber: drive home, and celebrate ihe wedding. Od's
Night and day, I'll frisk and par my life! I long to be skaking a foot at the
About the house with Wow fiddle and I shall dance ten times the lighter, Inkle, Love's convert here bebold. for reforming an Inkle, while I have it in my
Banish'd now my thirst of god power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.
Bless'd in these arms to fold
My gentle Yarico.
llence all care, all doubt, and fea, Campley, Come, let us dance and sing, While all Barbadoes bells shairing:
Love and joy each want shall chet
Happy night, pure delight, the fiddle string,
Shall make our bosoms glow.
Let Pally say a word
A chambermaid may sure be heard
Sure men are grown absurd,
Thus taking black for white; To tabor, life, and flute,
To hug and kiss a dingy miss Chorus. Come then, etc.
Will hardly suit an age like this Narcissa. Since thus each anxious care
Unless, here, some friends appel Is vanish'd into empty air,
Who like this wedding night
JOHN GAY, Tuis gentleman, descended from an ancient family iu Devonshire, was born at Exeler, and received his edata at the free-school of Barnstaple, in that couply, under the care of Mr. William Rayuer. He was bred were the Strand; but having a small fortune independent of business, and considering the attendance on a shop as by dation of those talents which he found himseli possessed of, he quilted that occupation, and applied himself ta views, and to the indulgence of his inclination for the Muses. Mr. Gay was born in the year 1688. In 1718 ! him secretary, or rather domestic sleward, to the Dutchess of Monmouth; in which station he continued till the ginning of the year 1914, at which time he accompanied the Earl of Clarendon to Hanover, whither that noblesse dispatched by Queen Anne. In the latter end of the same year, in consequence of the Queen's
death, he returned England, whicre he lived in the highest estimation and intimacy of friendship with many persons of the first disciau both in rank and abilities. He was even particularly taken notice of by Queen Caroline, 'then Princess af Warto whom he had the honour of reading in manuscript his tragedy of The Captives ; and in 1726 dedicated his Fabba permission, to the Duke of Cumberland. From This countenance shown to him, and numberless promises made ba bis inclination and abilities. Instead of which, in 1727, he was offered the place of gentleman-usher to on youngest princesses; an office which, as he looked on as rather an ind
nity to a man been so much better employed, he thought proper to refuse; and some pretty warm remonstrances were made a occasion by his sincere friends and jealous patrons the Duke and Duchess of Queensberry, which terminated in two noble presonages withdrawing from court in disgust. Mr. Gay's dependence on the promises of the gres, and
wbose talents might 3