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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 Yarice

Inkle. Damnation! Scoundrel, how dare you offer your advice?—I dread to think of her!

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Med. Why, it's hardly fair just after a p Trudge. I've done, sir, I've done-But Iyage. But come, bustle, bustle, he'll th know I should blubber over Wows all night, you neglect him. He's rare and touchy if I thought of parting with her in the morning. can tell you; and if he once takes it in. Inkle. Insolence! begone, sir! bead that you show the least slight to Trudge. Lord, sir, I onlydaughter, it would knock up all your schen in a minute.

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Inkle. Get down stairs, sir, directly. Trudge. [Going out] Ah! you may well put your hand to your head; and a bad head it must be, to forget that Madam Yarico pre- Med. But at present you are all and vented her countrymen from peeling off the with him; he has been telling me his ne upper part of it. [Aside] [Exit. tions these six weeks: you'll be a fine wr

Inkle. 'Sdeath, what am I about? How husband, I promise you. have I slumbered? Is it I?-I-who, in Inkle. This cursed connexion! London, laughed at the younkers of the town Med. It is not for me, though, to tell -and when I saw their chariots, with some how to play your cards; you are a pru fine, tempting girl, perked in the corner, come young man, and can make calculations i shopping to the city, would cry-Ah!-there wood.

sits ruin-there flies the Greenhorn's money! Inkle. Fool! fool! fool!

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then wondered with myself how men could Med. Why, what the devil is the m trifle time on women; or, indeed, think of with you?

any women without fortunes. And now, for- Inkle. It must be done effectually, « sooth, it rests with me to turn romantic puppy, is lost; mere parting would not concea and give up all for love.-Give up!-Oh, monstrous folly-thirty thousand pounds!

Trudge. [Peeping in at the door]

Trudge. May I come in, sir?

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Med. Ah! now he's got to his dar square root again, I suppose, and old! would not move him-why, nephew!

Inkle. What does the booby want? Inkle. The planter that I spoke with Trudge. Sir, your uncle wants to see you. not be arrived-but time is precious-the Inkle. Mr. Medium! show him up directly. I meet-common prudence now deman [Exit Trudge. I'm fixed; I'll part with her. [Aside] [L He must not know of this. To-morrow!-1 Med. Damn me, but he's mad! the w wish this marriage were more distant, that I have turned the poor boy's brains: he's scal might break it to her by degrees: she'd take aud gone crazy! hoho! Inkle! nephew!» my purpose better, were it less suddenly de- I'll spoil your arithmetic, I warrant livered.

Enter MEDIUM.

Med. Ah, here he is! Give me your hand, nephew! welcome, welcome to Barbadoes, with all my heart!

SCENE III.-The Quay.

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Enter SIR CHristopher CurKY. Sir Chr. Ods my life! I can scarce tain my happiness. I have left them sa Inkle. I am glad to meet you here, uncle! church in the middle of the ceremony Med. That you are, that you are, I'm sure. ought to have given Narcissa away, they Lord! lord! when we parted last, how I me; but I capered about so much for wished we were in a room together, if it was that old Spintext advised me to go and but the black hole! I have not been able to my heels on the quay. till it was all sleep o'nights, for thinking of you. I've laid Od, I'm so happy; and they shall see, awake, and fancied I saw you sleeping your what an old fellow can do at a wedding last, with your head in the lion's mouth, for a night-cap; and I've never seen a bear brought over, to dance about the street, but I thought you might be bobbing up and down in its belly,

Enter INKLE.

Inkle. Now for dispatch! hark'ee, old g tleman! [To the Gover Sir Chr. Well, young gentleman? Inkle. If I mistake not, I know your: siness here.

Sir Chr. 'Egad I believe half the isla knows it, by this time.

Inkle. I am very much obliged to you. Med. Ay, ay, I am happy enough to find you safe and sound, I promise you. But you have a fine prospect before you now, young man. I am come to take you with me to Inkle. Then to the point-I have a fem Sir Christopher, who is impatient to see you. whom I wish to part with. Inkle. To-morrow, I hear, he expects me. Sir Chr. Very likely; it's a common ca Med. To-morrow! directly-this-moment now adays, with many a man. -in half a second.-I left him standing on Inkle. If you could satisfy me you tip-toe, as he calls it, to embrace you; and use her mildly, and treat her with he's standing on tip-toe now in the great kindness than is usual-for I can tell parlour, and there he'll stand till you come she's of no common stamp-perhaps we to him.

agree.

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.

two extraordinary; and as you say she's a Inkle. No; there you must excuse me. I delicate 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 indumpling dowdies. I don't much care if— terference. My presence might distress her-You conceive me?

Inkle. And for her treatment

Sir Chr. Look ye, young man; I love to Sir Chr. Zounds! what an unfeeling rascal! be plain: I shall treat her a good deal better-the poor girl's in love with him, I suppose. than you would, I fancy; for, though I wit-No, no, fair and open. My dealing's with ness 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: hose who are unfeeling enough to bring them yonder's my servant-ha-a thought has struck o market. me. Come here, sir.

Inkle. Fair words, old gentleman; an Englishman won't put up an affront.

Enter TRUDge.

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 someelpless of their freedom. what less abrupt; 'twill soften matters. [To Inkle. 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

Sir Chr. Well, well, I have a pressing ne

Trudge. I shall, sir.

[Going Inkle. Stay; come back. This soft fool, if essity too; I can't stand to talk now; I ex-uninstructed, may add to her distress: his ect company here presently; but if you'll drivelling sympathy may feed her grief, insk for me to-morrow, at the castleInkle. The castle!

stead of soothing it. When she has read this paper, seem to make light of it; tell her it is a thing of course, done purely for her good. I here inform her that I must part with her. D'ye understand your lesson?

Sir Chr. Aye, sir, the castle; the Goveror's castle; known all over Barbadoes. Inkle. 'Sdeath, this man must be on the overnor'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 o far; my secret may be known-As 'tis me tell you, sir, if your rare bargain were I win this fellow to my interest. [To him] gone too, 'twould be the better she may 'ne word more, sir: my business must be babble our story of the forest, and spoil my one immediately; and as you seem acquaint1 at the castle, if you should see me there -and there I mean to sleep to-nightSir Chr. The devil you do! Inkle. Your finger on your lips; and never eathe a syllable of this transaction. Sir Chr. No! why not?

Inkle. Because, for reasons, which perhaps ou'll know to-morrow, I might be injured ith the Governor, whose most particular iend I am.

fortune.

Trudge. I'm sorry for it, sir: I have lived with you a long while; I've half a year's wages too due the 25th ultimo, due for dressing your hair and scribbling your parchments: but, take my scribbling, take my frizzing, take my wages; and I and Wows will take ourselves off together. She saved my life, and rot me if any thing but death shall part us.

Inkle. Impertinent! Go, and deliver your message.

Sir Chr. So here's a particular friend of Trudge. I'm gone, sir. Lord! lord! I neine, coming to sleep at my house, that Iver carried a letter 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?" e such a bosom friend of the Governor's, Inkle. She'll be here presently. One thing ou can hardly do any thing to alter your had forgot: when she is yours, I need not tuation with him. caution you, after the hints I've given, to keep her from the castle. If Sir Christopher should see her, 'twould lead, you know, to a discovery of what I wish concealed.

Inkle. Oh! pardon me; but you'll find that ere-after-besides, you, doubtless, know his aracter?

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Sir Chr. Depend upon me-Sir Christopher will know no more of our meeting, than he does at this moment.

Sir Chr. Oh, as well as my own. But let's nderstand one another. You must trust me, ow you've gone so far. You are acquainted with 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 other. You know him too, I see, as graces. well as 1-A very touchy, testy, hot, old Sir Chr. Thank ye, thank ye; but I'm -llow. 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 resDuchy! zounds! I can hardly contain my pect for. assion!-but I won't discover myself. I'll

Re-enter TRUDGE.

ee the bottom of this-[To him] Well now, Inkle. Now, sir, have you performed your s we seem to have come to a tolerable ex-message?

Trudge. Yes: I gave her the letter, Inkle. And where is Yarico? Did she say she'd come? Didn't you do as you were ordered? Didn't you speak to her?

Trudge. I could'nt, sir, I could'nt: 1 intended to say what you bid me-but I felt such a pain in my throat, I couldn't speak a word, for the soul of me; so, sir, I fell a crying.

Inkle. Blockhead!

therefore 'tis necessary for my good-and which I think you value

Yar. You know I do; so much, that it would hreak my heart to leave you, Inkle. But we must part: if you are seen with me, I shall lose all.

Yar. I gave up all for you-my friendsmy country: all that was dear to me: and still grown dearer since you sheltered there. -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, barbarous! [Holding him] Do Oh, here she comes. I'll go and not, do not abandon me!

stand it.

find Wows: if I must be melancholy, she shall keep me company.

Inkle. No more.

[Exit. Yar. Stay but a little: I shan't live long to Sir Chr. Ods my life, as comely a wench be a burden to you: your cruelty has cut as ever I saw, me to the heart. Protect me but a little-e I'll obey this man, and undergo all hardships Enter YARICO, who looks for some time in for your good; stay but to witness 'em.INLLE'S face, bursts into tears, and falls on his neck,

soon shall sink with grief; tarry till then; } and hear me bless your name when I a dying; aud beg you, now and then, when l am gone, to heave a sigh for your po Yarico.

Inkle. I dare not listen. You, sir, I hope will take good care of her.

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Inkle. In tears! nay, Yarico! why this? Yar. Oh do not-do not leave me! Inkle. Why, simple girl! I'm labouring for your good. My interest, here, is nothing: I [Going can do nothing from myself, you are igno- Sir Chr. Care of her!-that I willrant of our country's customs. I must give cherish her like my own daughter; and way to men more powerful, who will not balm into the heart of a poor, innocent gi have me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever that has been wounded by the artifices of anxions for your welfare, I've found a kind, 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 an 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 fall, high houses, filled with your cruel coun-I believe. Mean, sordid, wretch! dead to trymen. None of your princes, there, will sense of honour, gratitude, or humanitycome to take me from you. And should they never heard of such barbarity! I have a sostray that way, we'll find a lurking place, in-law, who has heen left in the same situa just like my own poor cave, where many ation; but, if I thought him capable of such day I sat beside you, and blessed the chance cruelty, dam'me if I would not turn him w that brought you to it-that I might save sea, with a peck loaf, in a cockle shell.your life. Come, come, cheer up, my girl! You shant! Sir Chr. His life! Zounds! my blood boils want a friend to protect you, I warrant ye at the scoundrel's ingratitude! [Taking Yarico by the Hand Yar. Come, come, let's go. I always feared Inkle. Insolence! The governor shall hear y 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 ke glide by in idleness; and you shall sit in the and pretending to those you have no rig shade, and watch the sun beam playing on to. The governor never had such a fellow a the brook, while I sing the song that pleases the whole catalogue of his acquaintance-te you. No cares, love, but for food-and we'll governor disowns you the governor disclaims live cheerily, I warrant-In the fresh, early you- the governor abhors you; and to your morning, you shall hunt down our game, utter confusion, here stands the governor and I will pick you berries-and then, at tell you so. Here stands old Curry, who night, I'll trim our bed of leaves, and lie me ver talked to a rogue without telling him whò down in peace-Oh! we shall be so happy! he thought of him.

Inkle. Hear me, Yarico. My countrymen | Inkle. Sir Christopher!-Lost and undore! and yours differ as much in minds as in Med. [Without] Holo! Young Multiplica complexions. We were not born to live in tion! Zounds! I have been peeping in every woods and caves-to seek subsistence by pur-cranny of the house, Why, young Rule suing beasts. We Christians, girl, hunt mo- Three! [Enters from the Inn] Oh, here ney; a thing unknown to you. But, here, you are at last-Ah, Sir Christopher! What 'tis money which brings us ease, plenty, com- are you there! too impatient to wait at home. 'mand, power, every 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

Enter TRUDGE and WOWSKI.

1 Sir Chr. How came you to know him? Med. Ha! ha! Well, that's curious enough Trudge. Come along, Wows! take a long 00. So you have been talking here, without last leave of your poor mistress: throw your inding out each other. pretty ebony arms about her neck.

Sir Chr. No, no; I have found him out vith a vengeance.

+ Med. Not you. Why this is the dear bay. t's my nephew, that is; your son in law, hat is to be. It's Inkle!

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 couldn't Sir Chr. It's a lie: and you're a purblind help following my master's example in the ld booby-and this dear boy is a 'damned woods-Like master, like man, sir. coundrel.

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Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Chri-a pher.

Sir Chr. But you would not sell her, and be hang'd to you, you dog, would you? 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 conduct

Sir Chr. Defend! Zounds! plead guilty at once-it's the only hope left of obtaining mercy.

Inkle. Suppose, old gentleman, you had a

son?

Sir Chr. The devil it is! And how came u, sir, to impose upon me, and assume the me of Inkle? A name which every man honesty ought to be ashamed of. 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 honest fellow; and teach him that the feeling ly encreased: and when I came to explain heart 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 him to be his father's own inted with, you mistook me for that gen- son to a hair.

nan. Yet had I even then been aware of Inkle. Even so my father tutored me: from ir mistake, I must confess, the regard for infancy, bending my tender mind, like a young own happiness would have tempted me let you remain undeceived,

ir Chr. And did you, Narcissa, join invar. How could I, my dear sir, disobey !?

Patty. Lord, your honour, what young lacould refuse a captain?

sapling, to his will-Interest was the grand prop round which he twined my pliant green affections: taught me in child-hood 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, Camp. I am a soldier, sir Christopher. Love as long as I live. VVWar is the soldier's motto; though my Inkle. As I grew up, he'd prove-and by ome is trifling to your intended son-in- example-were in want, I might even starver 's, still the chance of war has enabled me for what the world cared for their neigh Support the object of my love above indi-bours; why then should I care for the world! ce, Her fortune, sir Christopher, I do not men now lived for themselves. These were sider myself by any means entitled to. his doctrines; then, sir, what would you say, ir Chr. 'Sblood! but you must though, should I, in spite of habit, precept, education, e me your hand, my young Mars, and fly into my father's face, and spurn his couns you both together, Thank you, thank cils ?

for cheating an old fellow into giving Sir Chr. Say! why, that you were a damndaughter to a lad of spirit, when he was ed honest, undutiful fellow. O curse such ng to throw her away upon one, in whose principles! principles, which destroy all const the mean passion of avarice smothers fidence between man and man-Principles, smallest spark of affection, or humanity. akle. Confusion !

which none but a rogue could instil, 'and '
none but a rogue could imbibe.-Frinciples-
Inkle. Which I renounce.
Sir Chr. Eh!

Far. I have this moment heard a story of
-ansaction in the forest, which, I own,
ld have rendered compliance with your Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded pre-
ner commands very disagreeable.
cept too long has steeled my breast-but still
atty. Yes, sir, I told my mistress he had 'tis vulnerable-this trial was too much-Na-
ght over a botty-pot gentlewoman. ture; against habit combating within me, has
r 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
t; . and sold you, perhaps, as he has this it bleeds — and bleeds for my poor Yarico.
girl, to me, as a requital for preserving Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing,
and mingle tears of love and penitence.
[Embracing her.

fe.

r. How!

Trudge. [Capering about] Wows, give me a kiss! [Wowski goes to Trudge. Yar. And shall we-shall we be happy? Inkle. Aye; 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 Yarico. 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 Wowski. 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 it 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.

Trudge.

Sir Chr. And now, my young folks, we'll drive home, and celebrate the wedding. Od's my life! I long to be skaking a foot at the fiddles, and I shall dance ten times the lighter, Inkle. for reforming an Inkle, while I have it in my power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.

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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.
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,

Whilst all around rejoice,
And nobly scorn to shrink.
Pipe and tabor raise the voice,
It can't be Wowski's choice,

Whilst Trudge's, to be dum
No, no, day blithe and gay,
Shall like massy, missy play,
Dance and sing, bey ding, ding,

Strike fiddle and beat drum. 'Sbobs! now I'm fix'd for love, My fortune's fair, though bleat

my wife, Who fears domestic strife

Who cares now a sous! Merry cheer my dingy dear Shall find with her Factotum ber Night and day, I'll frisk and play About the house with WOW! Love's convert here behold. Banish'd now my thirst of god. Bless'd in these arms to fold My gentle Yarico.

Hence all care, all doubt, and fea. Love and joy each want shall det... Happy night, pure delight,

Shall make our bosoms glow Let Patty say a word

A chambermaid may sure be heard-Sure men are grown absurd,

Thus taking black for white: To hug and kiss a dingy miss, Will hardly suit an age like the Unless, here, some friends appr Who like this wedding night.

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This gentleman, descended from an ancient family iu Devonshire, was born at Exeter, and received his edara s at the free-school of Barnstaple, in that county, under the care of Mr. William Rayner. He was bred a meron == the Strand; but having a small fortune independent of business, and considering the attendance on a shop es dation of those talents which he found himself possessed of, he quitted that occupation, and applied himself to views, and to the indulgence of his inclination for the Muses. Mr. Gay was born in the year 1688. In 1713 wt him secretary, or rather domestic steward, to the Dutchess of Monmouth; in which station he continued til the ginning of the year 1714, at which time he accompanied the Earl of Clarendon to Hanover, whither that noblems ** dispatched by Queen Anne. In the latter end of the same year, in consequence of the Queen's death, he returne England, where he lived in the highest estimation and intimacy of friendship with many persons of the first disim both in rank and abilities. He was even particularly taken notice of by Queen Caroline, then Princess of Wales whom he had the honour of reading in manuscript his tragedy of The Captives; and in 1726 dedicated his Fabio permission, to the Duke of Cumberland. From this countenance shown to him, and numberless promises made in preferment, it was reasonable to suppose. that he would have been genteelly provided for in some office suita his inclination and abilities. Instead of which, in 1727, he was offered the place of gentleman-usher to Gee a youngest princesses; an office which, as he looked on it as rather an indignity to a man whose talents might " been so much better employed, he thought proper to refuse; and some pretty warm remonstrances were made in occasion by his sincere friends and jealous patrons the Duke and Duchess of Queensberry, which terminated in d two noble presonages withdrawing from court in disgust. Mr. Gay's dependence on the promises of the great, and ? disappointments he met with, he has figuratively described in his fable of The Hare with many Friends. Howeva

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