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Inkle. Well, is the coast clear?

This cavern may prove a safe retreat to us Trudge. Eh! Oh lord!-Clear? [Rubbing for the present. I'll enter, cost what it will. his eyes] Oh dear! oh dear! the coast will Trudge. Oh Lord! no, don't, don't -- We soon be clear enough now, I promise you shall pay too dear for our lodging, depend on't. The ship is under sail, sir!

Inkle. This is no time for debating: You
Inkle. Confusion! my property carried off are at the mouth of it: lead the way, Trudge.
in the vessel.

Trudge. What! go in before your bonour!
Trudge. All, all, sir, except me.

I know my place beiter, I assure you-I might
Inkle. They may report me dead, perhaps; walk into more mouths than one, perhaps.
and dispose of my property at the next island.

Aside. [Vessel under sail. Inkle. Coward! then follow me. [Noise again, Trudge. Ah! there they go. (A gun fired] Trudge. I must, sir; I must! Ah Trudge, That will be the last report') we shall ever Trudge! what a damned hole are you getting hear from 'em, I'm afraid. - That's as much into!

as to say, good by to ye. And here we are

SCENE III. - A cave, decorated with skins
left-Iwo line, full-grown babes in the wood!
Inkle. What an ill-timed accident! just too,

of wild beasts, feathers, etc. a rude kind

of curtain, as door to an inner part.
when my speedy union with Narcissa, at
Barbadoes, would so much advance my interests. Enter Inkle and Trudge, from mouth of

the cavern.
Something must be bil upon, and speedily;
but wbat resource?

[Thinking: Trudge. Why, sir! you must be inad to
Trudge. The old one-a tree, sir - 'lis all go any farther.
we bave for it now. What would I give, Inkle. So far, at least, we have proceeded
now, to be perched upon a high stool, with with safety. Ha! no bad specimen of savage
our browo desk squeezed into ihe pit of my elegance. These ornaments would be worth
stomach-scribbling away an old parchment! - something in England. We have little to fear
But all my red ink will be spilt by an old here, I hope: this cave rather bears the pleasing
black pin of a negro.

face of a profitable adventure. A voyage over seas had not enler'd my head,

Trudge. Very likely, sir; but, for a pleasing Had I known but on which side to builer my

face, it has the cursed'st ugly mouth I ever bread.

saw in my life. Now do, sir, make off as Heigho! sure I—for hunger must die !

fast as you can. If we once get clear of the I've sail'd, like a booby; come here in a squall, natives' houses, we have little to fear from Where, alas! there's no bread to be butter'd the lions and leopards; for, by the appearance at all!

of their parlours, they seem to bave killed all Oho! I'm a terrible booby!

the wild beasts in the country. Now pray, Oh, whal a sad booby am 1! do, my good master, take my advice, and run In London, what gay chop-house signs in the away;

Inkle. Rascal! Talk again of going out, and street! But the only sign here, is of nothing to eat.

I'll flea you alive.

Trudge. That's just what I expect for coming Heigho! that I- for hunger should die!

in. - All that enter bere appear to have had My mutton's all lost: I'm a poor starving elf; their skin stript over their cars; and ours will And for all the world like a lost multon myself. be kept for curiosities-We shall stand here,

Oho! I shall die a lost multon!
Oh! what a lost multon am 1!

stuffed, for a couple of white wonders.

Inkle. This curtain seems to lead to another
For a neat slice of beef, I could roar like a bull; apartment: I'll draw it.
And my stomach's so empty, my heart is Trudge. No, no, no, don't; don't. We may

be called to account for disturbing the com-
Heigho! that I--for hunger should die!
Bui, grave without meit, I must here meet sir.

pany: you may get a curtain lecture, perbaps, my grave,

Inkle. Peace, booby, and stand on your
For my bacon, I fancy, I never shall save.

Oho! I shall ne'er save my bacon! Trudge. Oh! what will become of us! some

I can't save my bacon, noi I! grim seven-foot fellow ready to scalp us.
Trudge. Hum! I was thinking - I was Inkle. By heaven! a woman!
thinking, sir - if so many natives could be (Yarico and IVowski, discovered asleep.
caught, how much they might fetch at the Trudge. A woman! [Aside-loud] But let
West Irdia markels!

him come on; I'm ready-dam'me, I don't fear Inkle. Scoundrel! is this a time to jest? facing the devil himself-Faith, it is a woman

Trudge. No, faith, sir! bunger is too sharp fast asleep, too. to be jested with. As for me, I shall starve Inkle. And beautiful as an angel! for want of food. Now you may meet a Trudge. And, egad! there seems to be a luckier fate: you are able to extract ihe square nice, lule, plump, bit in the corner; only rool, sir; and that's the very best provision she's an angel of rather darker sort. you can find here to live upon. But 1! Inkle. Hush! keep back-she wakes. (Noise at a distance] Mercy on us! here [Yarico comes forward Inkle and they come again.

Trudge retire to the opposite sides Inkle. Confusion! deserted on one side, and

of the scene. pressed on the other, which way shall I turn ?- Yarico. When the chace of day is done, 1) Report of gun; and report, an account of any thing

And the shagey lion's skin, that has happened.

Which, for us, our warriors win,

quite full.

world over,

Decks our cells, at set of sun; decked in silks, my brave maid, and bare a
Worn with toil, with sleep opprest, house drawn with horses to carry you.
press my mossy bed, and sink to rest.

Yar. Nay, do not laugh at me—but is it so?
Then, once more, I see our train,

Inkle. li' is, indeed!
With all our chace renew'd again:

Yar. Oh, wonder! I wish my countrywo-
Once more, 'lis day,

men could see me—But won't gour warriors

kill us?
Once more, our prey,
Gnashes bis angry teeth, and foams

Inkle. No, our only danger, on land, is here.

Yar. Then let us retire further into the in vain. Again, in sullen haste, be flies,

cave. Come-your safety is in my keeping. Ta'en in the toil, again he lies,

Inkle. I follow you-Yet, can you run some Again he roars-and, in my slumbers,

risque in following me? dies.

DU ET T. Inkle. Our language!

Inkle. O say, simple maid, have you formid Trudge. Zounds, she has thrown me into

any notion a cold sweat.

Of all the rude dangers in crossing Yarico. Hark! I heard a noise! Wowski,

the ocean? awake! whence can it proceed?

When winds whistle shrilly, ah! [She wakes Wowski, and they both come

won't they remind you, forward Yarico lowards Inkle ;

To sigh, with regrel, for the grot Wowski towards Trudge.

left behind you? Yar. Ah! what form is this ?-are you a man? Yar. Ah! no, I could follow, and sail tbe

Inkle. True flesh and blood, my charming heathen, I promise you.

Nor think of my grot, when I look Yår. Wbat harmony in his voice! what a

at my lover! shape! How fair bis skin too! [Gazing.

The winds which blow round us, Trudge. This must be a lady of quality, by

your arms for my pillow, her staring:

Will lull us to sleep, whilst we're Yar. Say, stranger, whence come you?

rock'd by each tillow. Inkle. From a far distant island; driven on Both. O say then, my true love, we never this coast by distress, and deserted by my

will sunder, companions.

Nor shrink from the tempest, 'nor Yar. And do you know the danger that

dread the big thunder: surrounds you here? our woods are filled

While constant, we'll laugh at all with beasts of prey-my countrymen, too

changes of weather, (yet, I think they couldn't find the heart)

And journey, all orer the world, might kill you. — It would be a pity if you

both togetber. fell in their way – I think I should weep if Trudge. Why, you speak English as well you came to any harm.

as I, my little Wowski. Trudge, O bo! it's time, I see, to begin Wows. Iss. making interest with the chambermaid. Trudge. Iss! and you learnt it from a strange

[Takes Wowski opart. man, that tumbled from a big boat, many Inkle, How wild and beautiful! sure, there's noons ago, you say! magic in her shape, and she has rivetted me Wows. Íss – teach me-teach good many. to the place. But where shall I look for sa- Trudge. Then, what the devil made 'em so fety ? let me fly, and avoid my death. surpris'd at seeing us! was be like me? [Hows.

Yar. Oh! no-But-[as if puzzled) well shakes her head] Not so smart a body, maythen, die stranger, but, don't depart. But 1 hap. Was his face, now, round, and comely, will try to preserve you; and if you are kill-and-eh! [Stroking his chin] Was it like ed, Yarico must die too! Yet, 'tis 1 alone can mine? save you: your death is certain without niy Wows. Like dead leaf-brown and sbrirel assistance; and indeed, indeed, you shall not Trudge. Oh, oh, an old shipwrecked sailor, want it.

I warrant. With white and grey bair, eh, Inkle. My kind Yarico! what means, then, my pretty beauty spot? must be used for my safely?

Wows. Iss; all white. When night come, Yar. My cave must conceal you: none enter he put it in pocket. it, since my father was slain in battle. I will Trudge. Oh! wore a wig. But the old boy bring you food, by day, then lead you to our taught you something more than English, I unfrequented groves, by moonlight, to listen believe. to the nightingale. If you should sleep, I'll Wows. Iss. watch you, and wake you when there's danger. Trudge. The devil he did! What was i?

Inkle. Generous maid! then, to you I will Wows. Teach me put dry grass, red by owe my life; and whilst it lasts, nothing shall in hollow while stick. part us.

Trudge. Aye, what was that for? Yar. And shan't it, shan't it indeed ? Wows. Put in my mouth-go poff, poti

. Inkle. No, my Yarico! for, when an op- Trudge. Zounds! did he teach you to smake! portunity offers to return to my country, you

Wows. Iss. shall be my companion.

Trudge. And what became of him at last? Yar. What! cross the seas !

What did your countrymen do for the poor Inkle. Yes. Help me to discover a vessel, fellow? and you shall enjoy wonders. You shall be Wows. Eat bim one day–Our chief till bim.


for me.

Trudge. Mercy on us! what damned slo-la little after their spouses. Well, as my master nachs, io swallow a tough old far! though, seems king of this palace, und has taken bis for the matter of that, there's many of our Indian queen already, I'll e'en be usher of the captains would eat all they kill, I believe! Ah, black rod bere. But you bave had a lover or poor Trudge! your killing comes next. iwo in your time; eh, Wowski?

[ Anxiously. Wows. Oh iss--great many-I tell you. Wows. No, no-not you--no

[Running to him. Trudge. No? why what shall I do, if I get Wows. Wampum, Swampum, Yanko, Lanin their paws?

ko, Nanko, Pownalowski, Wows. I fight for you!

Black men-plenly—lwenty-fight Trudge. Will you? ecod she's a brave, good-natured, wench! she'll be worth a hun

White man, woo you true ? dred of your English wives - Whenever they Trudge. Who? fight on their husband's account, it's with him Wows. You. instead of for him, I fancy. But how the Trudge. Yes, pretty little Wowski ! plague am I to live here?

Wows. Then, I leave all and follow thee. Wows. I feed you—bring you kid.

Trudge. Oh then turn about, my little While man, never go away

tawny tight one! Don't


like me?
Tell me why need you?

Wows. Iss, you're like the snow!
Stay, with your Wowski, slay:
Wowsky will feed you.

If you slight one.

Trudge. Never, not for any white one: Cold moons are now coming in:

You are beautiful as any sloe. Ah don't go grieve me!

Wows. Wars, jars, scars, can't expose ye, I'll wrap you in leopard's skin:

In our grot-
Wbite man, don'i leave me.

Trudge. So snug and cosey!
And when all the sky is blue,

Wows. Flowers neatly
Sun makes warm weather,

Pick'd shall sweetly
I'll catch you a cockatoo,

Make your bed.
Dress you in feather.

Trudge. Coying, toying,
When cold comes, or when 'lis hol

With a rosy, posey,
Ah don't go grieve me!

When I'm dosey,
Poor Wowski will be forgot-

Bear-skin night-caps, too, shall White man, don't leave me!

warm my head. Trudge. Zounds! leopard's skin for winter Both. Bear-skin night-caps, etc. etc. wear, and feathers for a summer's suit! Ha,

[Exeunt. ba! I shall look like a walking hammer-cloth, at Christmas, and an upright shuttlecock, in

ACT II. the dog-days. And for all this, if my master SCENE I.—The Quay at Barbadoes. and I find our way to England, you shall be

Enter several PLANTERS. part of our travelling equipage; and, when I get there, I'll give you a couple of snug rooms,

1st Plant. I saw her this morning, gentleon a first floor, and visit you every evening men, you may depend on't. My telescope as soon as I come from the counting house. never fails me. I pop'd upon her as I was Do you like it?

taking a pecp. from my balcony. A brave Vi ows. Iss.

jtight ship, I tell you, bearing down directly Trudge. Damme, what a flashy fellow 1 for Barbadoes here. shall seem in the city! I'll get her a wbite 2d Plant. Ods my life! rare news! We boy 1) to bring up the tea-kettle. Then I'll have not had a vessel arrive in our barbour Heach you to write and dress hair.

these six weeks. Wows. You great man in your country?

3d Plant. And the last brought only madam Trudge. Oh yes, a very great man. I'm Narcissä, our Governor's daughter, from Enghead clerk of the counting-house, and first land; with a parcel of lazy, idle, wbite folks alet-de-chambre ofthe dressing-room. I pounce about her. Such cargoes will never do for parchments, powder bair, black shoes, ink pa- our trade, neighbour. per, shave beards, and mend pens. But, hold; 4th Plant. No, no: we want slaves. A ter

had forgot one material point-you arn'i rible dearth of 'em in Barbadoes, lately! but married, I hope?

your dingy passengers for my money.' Give Wows. No:



chum-chum! me a vessel like a collier, where all the lading Trudge. So I will. It's best, however, to tumbles out as black as my hat. But are you e sure of her being single; for Indian hus- sure, now, you aren't mistaken? ands are not quite so complaisant as English

[To 1st Planter. nes, and the vulgar dogs might thing of looking 1st Plant. Mistaken! 'sbud, do you

doubt 1) In the time when people easily made great fortunes, my glass? I can discover a gull by it six lea

in a short time, in the Indios, it was customary for gues off: I could see every thing as plain as these persons to bring over with them a black boy to lif I was on board. wait at luble, and act as lady's foolman, (probably 2d Plant. Indeed! and what were her cofrom the idea that they would make belier geryants, as not having ebe samé ideas of liberiy as an English lours? servant) so that Trudge's idea of having a white boy 1st Plant. Um! why English-or Dutchfor black Wowski makes a laughable contrast, nol only of the lady with that of the boy; but also the for French–I don't exactly remember. custom that was, with that be pretended to introduce.

3d Plant. What were the sailors aboard ?

my favour.



1st Plant. Eh! why they were English too Palty. Not I, ma'am, not I. But, if oor -or Dutch-or French-I can't perfectly re-voyage from England was so pleasant, il collect.

wasn't owing to Mr. Jokle, I'm certain. Ele 4th Plant. Your glass, neighbour, is a little didn't play the fiddle in our cabin, and dance like a glass to much: it makes you forget on the deck, and come languishing with a every thing you ought to remember. glass of warm water in bis band, when we

[Cry without, A sail, a sail. were seasick. Ah, ma'am, that water warm'd 1st Plant. Egad, but I'm 'right tho'. Now, your heart, I'm confident. Mr. Inkle; no, do! gentlemen!

Captain CamAll. Aye, aye; the devil take the hindmost. Nar. There is no end to this! Remember,

[Exeunt, hastily. Pally, keep your secrecy, or you entirely low Enter NARCISSA and Party,

Patly. Never fear me, ma'am. But if som Nar. Freshly now the breeze is blowing; body I know is not acquainted with the

As yon ship at anchor rides, governor, there's such a thing as dancing at Sullen waves, incessant flowing, balls, and squeezing hands when you lead up,

Rudely dash against the sides: and squeezing them again when you cast down, So my heart, its course impeded, and walking on the quay in a morning. Oh,

Beats in my perturbed breast; I won't vlier a syllable. [Arch!] But reDoubts, like waves by waves succeeded, member, I'm as close as a patcb-bos. Mum's

Rise, and still deny it rest. the word, ma'am, I promise you. Patly. Well, ma'àm, as I was saying- Tbis maxim let ev'ry one hear,

Nar. Well, say no more of what you were Proclaim'd from ihe north to the south; saying-Sure, Patly, you forget where you Whatever comes in at your ear, are: å little caution will be necessary now, I

Should never run out at your mouth. think.

We servants, like servants of state, Patty. Lord, madam, how is it possible to

Should listen to all, and be dumb; help talking? We are in Barbadoes, here, to

Let others harangue and debale, be sure—but then, ma'am, one may let out a We look wise-shake our beads, and are little in a private morning's walk by ourselves.

Nar. Nay, it's the same thing with you doors.

[for a gown.

The judge in dull dignity drest, Patly. I never blab, ma'am, never, as I hope

In 'silencc hears barristers preach; Nar. And your never blabbing, as you call

And then, to prove silence is best, it, depends chiefly on that hope, I'believe. He'll get up, and give them a speech. The unlocking my chest, locks up all your

By saying but lille, the maid faculties. An old silk gown makes you jurn

Will keep her swain under her tbumb;

And the lover that's true to his trade, your back on all my secrets; a large bonnet blinds your eyes; and a fashionable high hand

Is ccrtain to kiss, and cry inum. [Erit. kerchief covers your ears, and stops your Nar. Jlow awkward is my present situation! mouth at once, Pallý.

promised to one, who, perhaps, may never * Patty. Dear ma'am, how can you think a again be heard of; and who, 'I am sure, it body so mercenary! am I always teasing you he ever appears to claim me, will do it mereabout gowns and gew-gaws, and fal-lals and ly on the score of interest-pressed too by finery? Or do you take me for a conjuror, another, who has already, I fear, too much that nothing will come out of my mouth but interest in my heart-what can I do? What ribbons? I have told the story of our voyage, plan can I follow? indeed, to old Guzzle, the butler, who is very inquisitive; and, between ourselves, is the ug

Enter CAMPLEY. liest old quiz 1 ever saw in my life.

Camp. Follow my advice, Narcissa, bt all Nar. Well, well, I have seen him; pitted means. Enlist with me, under the best baswith the small-pox, and a red face.

ners in the world. General Hymen for my Putty. Right, ma'am. It's for all the world money! litle "Cupid's bis drummer: be bas like his master's cellar, full of holes and li- been beating a round rub-a-dub on our bearts, quor. But, when he asks me what you and and we have only to obey the word of com I think of the matter, why I look wise, and mand, fall into the ranks of matrimony, and cry, like other wise people who have nothing march through life togelber. to say-All's for the best.

Nar. Then consider our situation. Nar. And, thus, you lead him to imagine I Camp. That has been duly considered. Le am but little inclined to the match.

short, the case stands exactly thus - your sPatly. Lord, ma'am, bow could that be? tended spouse is all for money: I am all her Why, I never said a word about Caplain love: he is a rich rogue: I am rather a per Campley.

honest fellow. He would pocket your fortese: Nar. Hush! bush, for heaven's sake. I will take you without a foriune in van

Patty. Ay! there it is now.-There, ma'am, pocket. I'm as mule as a mackarel - That name stri- Nar. Oh! I am sensible of the favou, est. kes me dumb in a moment. I don't know gallant Captain Campley; and my falker

, te how it is, but Captain Campley some how doubt, will be very much obliged to yoe. or other has the knack of stopping my mouth Camp. Aye, there's the devil of it! Se oftener than any body else, ma'am. Christopher Curry's confounded good charaa

Nar. His name again! - Consider. - Never ter-knocks me up at once. Yet I am sot mention it; I desire you.

acquainted with him, neither; not known to

him, even by sight; being here only as a pri- Why, turn shilly-shally lover,
vale gentleman on a visit to my old relation, Only to prolong my pain?
out of regimealals, and so forth; and not in-
troduced to the Governor as other ollicers of

When we woo the dear enslaver, the place : but tben the report of his hospita

Boldly ask, and she will grant; lity--his odd, blunt, whimsical, friendship-his

How should we obtain a favour, whole behaviour

But by telling what we want?
Nar. All stare you in the face, eh, Campley? Should the nymph be found complying,

Camp. They do, till they put me out of Nearly then the battle's won;
countenance: but then again, when I stare Parents think 'lis vain denying,
you in the face, I can't think I have any rea- When half the work is fairly done.
son to be ashamed of my proceedings-1 stick

[Exeunt. here, between my love and my principle, like a song between a toast and a sentiment. Nar. And, if your love and your principle

Enter Trudge and Wowski, as from the were put in the scales, you doubt which would

ship ; with a dirty RUNNER from one of

the inns. weigh most?

Camp. Ob, no! I should act like a rogue, Run. This way, sir; if you will let me reand let principle kick the beam: for love, Nar-commend cissa, is as heavy as lead, and, like a bullet Trudie. Come along, Wows! Take care from a pistol, could never go 'Ibrough the of your furs, and your feathers, my girl. heart, if it wanted weight.

Wows. Iss. Nar. Or rather like the pistol itself, that Trudge. That's right. - Somebody' might often goes off without any harm done. 'Your steal 'em perbaps. fire must end in smoke, I believe.

Wows. Sıcal!- What that? Camp. Never, whilst

Trudge. Oh, lord! see what one loses by Nar. Nay, a truce lo protestations at pre- not being born in a Christian country. sent. What signifies talking to me, when Run. If you would, sir, but mention to you have such opposition from others? Why your master, the house that belongs to my hover about the city, instead of boldy attack- master; the best accommodations on the quay: ing the guard? Wheel aboul, captain! face Trudge. What's your sign, my lad? the enemy! march! charge! rout 'em – Drive Run. The Crown, sir-lere it is. 'em before you, and then

Trudge. Well, get us a room for half an Camp. And ihen

hour, and we'll come: and bark'ee! let it be Nur.' Lud have mercy on the poor city! light and airy, d'ye bear? My master has been Mars would oft, his conquest over,

used to your open apartments lately.
To the Cyprian goddess yield; Run. Depend on it.--Much obliged to you,
Venus gloried in a lover,

Who, like him, could brave the field. Wows. Who be that fine man? lle great

Mars would oft, etc. prince?
In the cause of battles hearty,
Still the God would strive to prove, how do you like this, 'Vows? Isn't it fine?
a prince-but he belongs to the crown,

He, who fac'd an adverse party,

Wows. Wonder!
Fillest was to meet his love.

Trudge. Fine men, eh!
Hear then, captains, ye who bluster,

Wows. Iss! all white; like you.
Hear the God of war declare, Trudge. Yes, all the fine men are like me:
Cowards never can pass musler; as different from your people as powder and
Courage only wins the fair. ink, or paper and blacking

Wows. And fine lady-Face like snow,
Enter Patty, hastily:

Trudge. What! the line ladies' complexi-
Pally. Oh lud, ma'am, I'm frightened out ons? Oh, yes, exactly; for too much beat very
of my wits! sure as I'm alive, ma'am, Mr. Ink-often dissolves 'em! Then their dress, too.
le is not dead; I saw his man, ma'am, just Wows. Your countrymen dress so?
now, coming ashore in a boal with other pas- Trudge. Belter, better, a great deal. Why,
sengers, from the vessel that's come 10 tbe a young flashy, Englishman will sometimes

[E.rir. carry a whole fortune oo his back. But did Nar. [To Camp.] Look’ye, Mr. Campley, you mind the women? All bere-- and there ; something bas happened which makes me waive [Pointing before and behind they have it ceremonies.- If you mean to apply to my fa-all from us in England. - And then the fine Ther, remember ihat delays are dangerous. things they carry on their heads, Wowski. Camp. Indeed!

Wows. Iss. One lady carry good fish — so Nar. I mayn't be always in the same mind, fine, she call every body to look at her.

[Smiling Trudge. Pshaw! an old woman bawling
Camp. Nay, then-Gad, I'm almost afraid Nounders. But the fine girls we meet, here,
too-but living in this state of doubt is tor- on the quay-so round, and so plump!
ment. I'll e'en put a good face on the mal- Wows. You not love me now.
ter; cock my bat; make my bow; and try to Trudge. Not love you! Zounds, have not I
reason the Governor into compliance. Faint given you proofs ?
beart never won a fair lady.

Wows. Iss. Great many: but now you get
Why should I vain fears dicover, here, you forget poor Wowski!
Prove a dying, sighing swain ?

Trudge. Not I: I'll stick to you like wax.

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