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Patty. Ob! the monster! the filthy fellow! given her distant hints of parting; but still, Live with a black-a-moor!

so strong ber confidence in my affection, she Trudge. Why, there's no great barm in't, prattles on without regarding me. Poor Yahope?

rico! I must not-cannot quit ber. When I Patty. Faugh! I wou'dn't let bim kiss me would speak, ber look, her mere simplicity or the world: he'd make my face all smutty: disarms me: I dare not wound such'inno

Trudge. 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 ruflian, that would murder it, lam 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, familyWows and I shou'd have changed faces by his time-But mum; not a word for

Enter TRUDGE. life.

your Patty. Not. I! except to the Governor and Trudge. There he is, like a beau bespeakfamily. [Aside] But I'must run-and, remem- ing. a coat-doubting which colour to chuse ber, Trudge, if your master has made a mis- -sirzake here, he has himself to thank for his Inkle. What now? pains.

[Exit. Trudge. Nothing unexpected, sir:- I hope Trudge. Pshaw! these girls are so plaguy you won't be angry. proud of their white and red! but I won't be Inkle. Angry! shamed out of Wows, that's flat. Master, to Trudge. I'm sorry for it: but I am come be sure, while we were in the forest, taught to give you joy, sir! Yarico lo read, with his pencil and pocket- Inkle. Joy !-of what? book. What then? Wows comes on fine Trudge. A wife, sir; a white one.-I know and fast in her lessons. A little awkward at it will vex you, but Miss Narcissa means to first to be sure.-Ha! ha!-She's so used to make you happy, to-morrow morning. feed with her bands, that I can't get her to Inkle. To-morrow! eat her victuals, in a gentcel, Christian way, Trudge. Yes, sir; and as I have been out for the soul of me; when she has stuck a of employ, in both my capacities, lately, after morsel on her fork, she don't know how to I have dressed yonr hair, I may draw up the guide it; but pops up her knuckles to her marriage articles. mouth, and the meat goes up to her ear. Bul, Inkle. Whence comes your intelligence, no matter-After all the fine, flashy London sir ? girls, Wowski's the wench for my money. Trudge. Patly, told me all that has passed

in the Governor's family, on the quay, sir. A Clerk I was in London

gay: Jemmy linkum feedle,

Women, you know, can never keep a secret.

You'll be introduced in form, with ihe whole And went in boots to see the play,

island to wilness it.
Merry fiddlem tweedle.

Inkle. So public too?-Unlucky!
I march'd the lobby, twirld my stick,
Diddle, daddle, 'deedle;

Trudge. There will be nothing but rejoiThe girls all cry'd, “He's quite the kick."

cings, in compliment to the wedding, she tells

me; all noise and uproar! Married people Oh, jemmy' linkum secdle.

like it, they say. Hey! for America I sail,

Inkle. Strange! That I should be so blind Yankee doodle deedle;

to niy interest, as to be the only person this The sailor boys cry'd, "smoke his tail!" distresses ! Jemmy linkum seedle.

Trudge. They are talking of nothing else On English belles I turu'd my back, but the match, it seems. Diddle daddle deedle ;

Inkle. Confusion! How can I, in honour, And got a foreign Fair, quite Black, retract? O twaddle, twaddle, iweedle!

Trudge. And the bride's merits

Inkle. True! - A fund of merits! I would Your London girls, with roguish trip

not-but from necessity - a case so nice as Wheedle, wheedle, whecdle, May boast their pouting under-lip,

this--I--would not wish to retract. Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

Trudge. Then they call her so handsome. My Wows wou'd beat a hundred such,

Inkle. Very true! so handsome! the whole

world would laugh at me: they'd call it folly Diddle, daddle, deddle,

to retract. Whose upper-lip pouts twice as much, O, prelty double wheedle !

Trudge. And then they say so much of

her fortune. Rings I'll buy to deck her toes;

Inkle. O death! it would be madness to Jemmy linkum feedle;

retract. Surely, my faculties have slept, and A feather fine shail grace ber nose : this long parting, from my Narcissa, has bluntWaving siddle seedle.

ed my sense of her accomplishments. · "Tis With jealousy I ne'er shall burst; this alone makes me so weak and wavering. Who'd steal my bone of bone-a ? I'll see her immediately.

[Going. A white Othello, I can trust

Trudge. Stay, stay, sir; I am desired io A dingy Desdemona.

[Exit. tell you, the Governor won't open bis gates

to us till to-morrow morning, and is now Scene II.- A Room in the Crown.

making preparations to receive you at breakEnter Inkle.

fast, with all the honours of matrimony. Inkle. I know not what to think I have Inkle. Well, be it so; it will give me


time, at all events, to put my affairs in train. Inkle. Is he so hasty?

Trudge. Yes; it's a short respite before exe- Med. Hasty! he's all pepper-and wonders cution; and if your honour was to go and you are nut with bim, before it's possible to comfort poor madam Yarico

get at him. Hasty indeed! Wby, he vows Inkle.' Damnation! Scoundrel, how dare you shall have his daughter this very night. you offer your advice?-I dread to think of Inkle. What a situation! her!

Med. Why, it's hardly fair just after a fo Trudge. I've done, sir, I've done--But 1 yage. But come, bustle, bustle, he'll tbank 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 ia bis Inkle. Insolence! begone, sir!

head that you show the least slight to his Trudge. Lord, sir, I only—

daughter, it would knock up all your schemes Inkle. Get down stairs, sir, directly. in a minute.

Trudge. [Going out] Ah! you may well Inkle. Confusion! if be should bear of Yaput your hand to your head; and a bad headrico !

Aside. it must be, to forget that Madam Yarico pre- Med. But at present you are all and all vented ber countrymen from peeling off the with him; he has been telling me bis inlenupper part of it. Aside]

[Erit. tions these six weeks: you'll be a fine varm Inkie. 'Sdeath, what am I about? How husband, I promise you. have I slumbered ? - Is it 1?-1-wbo, in Inkle. This cursed connexion ! [Aside. London, laughed at the younkers of the town Med. It is not for me, though, to tell you -and when”I saw their chariots, with some how to play your cards; you are a prudent fine, tempting, girl, perked in the corner, come young man, and can make calculations in a shopping to the city, would cry-Ah!- there wood. sils ruin-there flies the Greenhorn's money! Inkle. Fool! fool! fool!

[ Aside. then wondered with myself how men could Med. Why, what the devil is the matter trifle time on women; or, indeed, think of with you? any women without forlunes. And now, for- Inkle. It must be done effectually, or all sooth, it rests with me to turn romantic puppy, is lost; mere parting would not conceal it. and give up. all for love.—Give up!-Oh,

[.4side. monstrous folly :-thirty thousand pounds! Med. Ah! now he's go! to his damped

Trudge. [Peeping in at the door] square root again, I suppose, and old Nick Trudge. May I come in, sir?

would not move him-why, nepbew! Inkle. What does the booby want?

Inkle. The planter that I spoke with carTrudge. Sir, your uncle wants to see you. not be arrived-but time is precious-the first Inkle. Mr. Medium! show him up directly. I meet-common prudence now demands it. He must not know of this. "Exit Trudge, I'm fixed; I'll part with her. [Aside ferit.

Med. Damn me, but he's mad! the woods wish this marriage were more distant, that I have turned the poor boy's brains: be's scalped, might break it to her by degrees: she'd take aud gone crazy! hobo ! Inkle! nepbew! gad, my purpose better, were it less suddenly de- I'll spoil your arithmetic, I livered.

[Erit Enter Medium.

SCENE III. - The Quay. Med. Ah, here he is! Give me your hand,

Enter Sir CHRISTOPHER CURRY. nephew! welcome, welcome to Barbadoes, Sir Chr. Ods my life! I can scarce conwith all my heart!

tain my happiness. I have left them safe in Inkle. I am giad 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 told Lord! lord! when we parted last, how I me; but I capered about so much for joy, wished we were in a room together, if it was that old Spintext advised me to go and cool but the black hole! I have not been able to my heels on the quay; till it was all over. sleep o'nights, for thinking of you. I've laid Od, I'm so happy; and they shall see, now, 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

Enter INKLE. over, to dance about the street, but I thought Inkle. Now for dispatch! hark'ee, old genyou might be bobbing up and down in its tleman !

[To the Governer belly,

Sir Chr. Well, young gentleman? Inkle. I am very much obliged to you. Inkle. If I mistake not, I know your bu

Med. Ay, ay, I am bappy enough to find siness here. you safe and sound, I

promise you. But you Sir Chr. 'Egad I believe half the island fine

you now, young knows it, by this time. I am come to take you with me to Inkle. Then to the point-I have a female, Sir Christopher, who is impatient to see you. wbom I wish to part with. Inkle. To-morrow, I hear, he expects me. Sir Chr. Very likely; it's a common case

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 woul tip-toe, as he calls it, to embrace you; and use her mildly, and treat her with more he's standing on tip-loe now in the great kindness than is usual — for I can tell you parlour, and there he'll stand till you come she's of no common stamp- perhaps we might to him.


warrant me.

have a

prospect before



Sir Chr. Ono! a slave! faith pow 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- terserence. My presence might distress her-Inkle. And for her treatment

You conceive ine? 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 girls in love with him, I suppose. iban 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 deing, the only excuse for buying our fellow Clare off. creatures, is to rescue 'em from the hands of

Inkle. Well then, you must be satisfied : those wbo are unfeeling enough to bring them yonder's my servant-ha-a thought has struck to market.

Come here, sir. Inkle. Fair words, old gentleman; an En

Enter TRUDGE. ylishman 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 ihat I taught her to decypher chayou! men, who so fully feel the blessings of racters: my labour now is paid. [ Takes out liberty, are doubly cruel in depriving the his pocket-book and writes)-This is somehelpless of their freedom.

what less abrupt; 'twill soften matters. [70 Inkle. Let me assure you, sir, ‘lis not my himself]- Give this to Yarico; then bring occupation; but for a private reason-an in- her hither with you, stant pressing necessity

Trudge. I shall, sir.

[Going Sir Chr. Well, well, I have a pressing ne- Inkle. Stay; come back. This soft fool, if cessity too; I can't stand to talk now; I ex- uninstructed, may add to her distress: his pect company here presently; but if you'll drivelling sympathy may feed her grief, inask for me ló-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 ihing of course, done purely for her good. nor'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? Gorernor's establishment: his steward, per- Trudge. Pa--part with ma-dam Ya-ric-o! baps, and sent after me, while Sir Christo- Inkle. Why does the blockhead stammer! pher is impatiently waiting for me. I've gone I have my reasons. No muttering--and let too far; my secret may be known—As 'lis me tell you, sir, if your rare bargain were I'll win this fellow to my interest. [To him] gone too, ’lwould be the better: she may One word more, sir: my business must be babble our story of the forest, and' spoil my done immediately; and as you seem acquaint- fortune. ed at the castle, if you should see me there Trudge. I'm


for it, sir: I have lived -and there I mean to sleep 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 never ing your hair and scribbling your parchments: breatbe a syllable of this transaction. but, take my scribbling, take my frizzing, take Sir Chr. No! why not?

my wages ; and I and VVows will take ourInkle. Because, for reasons, which perhaps selves off together. She saved my life, and you'll know to-morrow, I might be injured rot me if any thing bui death shall part us. with the Governor, whose most particular Inkle. Impertinent! Go, and deliver your friend I am,

message. Sir Chr. So! here's a particular friend of Trudge. I'm gone, sir. Lord! lord! I nemine, coming to sleep at my house, that I ver carried a le ter will such ill will in all never saw in my life. I'll sound this fellow. my born days.

[Evit. Aside] I fancy, young, gentleman, as you Sir Chr. "Vell-shall I see the girl ? are such a bosom friend of the Governor's, Inkle. She'll be here presently. One thing you can hardly do anything to alter your I bad forgot: when she is yours, I need not situation with bim.

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 here-after-besides, you, doubtless, know his see her, 'lwould lead, you know, iv a discocharacler?

very of what I wish concealed. Sir Chr. Oh, as well as my own. But let's Sir Chr. Depend upon me-

--Sir Christopher understand one another. You must trust me, will know no more of our meeting, than be now you've gone so far. You are acquainted does at this moment, 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 each other. You know him too, I

graces. well as I.-A very touchy, testy, hot, old Sir Chr. Thank


thank but l'on fellow.

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 reslouchy! zounds! I can hardly contain my pect for. passion !- but I won't discover myself. I'll

Re-enter TRUDGE. see the bottom of this-[To him] Well now, Inkle. Now, sir, have you performed your as we seem to have come to a tolerable ex-I message ?

see, as


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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 ber?

would break my beart to leave you, Trudge. I could'nt, sir, I could'nt: Tin- Inkle. But we must part: if you are seen tended io say what you 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 friends word, for the soul of me; so, sir, l' fell a my country: all that was dear to me; and crying

still 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 iny face, I could not Yar. (), barbarous! [Holding lum] Do stand it. Oh, here she comes. I'll go and not, do not abandon ine! find Wows: if I must be melancholy, she Inkle. No more. shall keep me company:


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 bas cut as ever I saw,

rae to the heart. Protect me but a little or

I'! obey this man, and undergo all bardships Enter Yarico, who looks for some time in for your good; stay but to witness 'em-I

Inlle's face, bursts into tears, and falls soon shall sink with grief; tarry till then; on his neck.

and hear me bless your name when I am

dying; aud beg you, now and then, when I Inkle. In tears! nay, Yarico! why this?

am gone,

to heave a sigh for your poor Yar. Oh do not-do not leave me!

Yarico. Inkle. Why, simple girl! I'm labouring for Inkle. I dare not listen. You, sir, I hope, your good. My inierest, here, is notbing: I will take good care of her. [Going can do nothing from myself, you are igno- Sir Chr. Care of her!- that I will - I'll rant of our country's customs. I must give cherish her like my own daughter; and pour

men more powerful, who will not balm into the heart of a poor, innocent girl, bave me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever that has been wounded by the artifices of a 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 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 feelyouder mountain, where I see no smoke from Sir Chr. Feel!-li's more than ever you did, iall, high houses, filled with your cruel coun- I believe. Mean, sordid, wretch! dead to all trymen. None of your princes, there, will sense of honour, gratitude, or humanity, I come to take me from you. And should they never heard of such barbarity! I have a sonstray, that way, we'll find a lurking place, in-law, who has been left in the same situajust like my own poor cave, where many a tion; 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 to that brought you to it that I might save sea, with a peck loaf, in a cockle shell.

Come, come, cheer up, my girl! You shan't Sir Chr. His life! Zounds! my blood boils want a friend to protect you, I warrant you, at the scoundrel's ingratitude!

[Taking Yarico by the Hand. Yar. Come, come, let's go. I always feared Inkle. Insolence! The governor sball bear 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 right shade, and watch the sun beanı playing on to. The governor never had such a fellow in the brook, while I sing the song that pleases the whole catalogue of his acquaintance the you. No cares, love, but for food

and we'll governor disowns you-the governor disclaime sive cheerily, I warrant- In the fresh, early you, the governor abbors you; and to your morning, you shall hunt down our game, ulter confusion, here stands the governor to and I will pick you berries - and then, al tell you so. Here stands old Curry, who re night, I'll trim our bed of leares, and lie' me ver ialked to a rogue without telling him what

-Oh! we shall be so happy! he thought of him.
Inkle, Hear me, Yarico. My country men 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 woods and caves-10 seek subsistence by pur-cranny of the house, Why, young Rule ci suing beasts. We Christians, girl

, hunt mo- Three! [Enters from the Inn] Ok, bere ney; a thing unknown to you. - But, here, you are at last-Ah, Sir Christopher! What 'tis money which brings us ease, pleniy, 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.

your life,

down in peace

poor Wowski.

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Sir Chr. How came you to know him?

Enter TRUDGE and Wowski. Med. Ha! ha! Well, that's curious enough Trudge. Come along, Wows! take a long 100. So you have been talking here, without last leave of your poor mistress: throw your finding out each other.

pretty ebony arms about her neck. Sir Chr. No, no; I have found him out Wows. No, no;—she not go; you not leave with a vengeance.

Med. Not you. Why this is the dear boy. [Throwing her arms about Yarico. It's my nephew, that is; your son in law Sir Chr. Poor girl! a companion, I take it! that is to be. Ii's Inkle!

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 old booby-and this dear boy is a damned woods-Like master, like man, sir. scoundrel.

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? One was mad before, and he has bit the Trudge. Hang me, like a dog, if I would, other, I suppose.

sir. Sir Chr. But here comes the dear boy- Sir Chr. So say 'I, to every fellow that the true boy-the jolly boy, piping hot from breaks an obligation due to the feelings of a church, 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 Chr. Pshaw! thing.

Inkle. Then let me speak: hear me defend Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Chri- a conductstopher.

Sir Chr. Defend! Zounds! plead guilty, at Sir Chr. The devil it is! And how came once – it's the only hope left of obtaining you, sir, to impose upon me, and assume the mercy: name of Inkle? A name which every man Inkle. Suppose, old gentleman, you had a of 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 England with your daughter, my affection has honest fellow; and teach bim that the feeling daily cncreased: and when I came to explain heart never knows greater pride than when myself to you, by, a number of concurring it's employed in giving succour to the unforcircumstances, which I am now partly ac- tunate. I'd teach him to be his father's own quainted with, you mislook me for that gen- son to a hair. tleman. Yet had I even then been aware of Inkle. Even so my father tutored me: from your mistake, I must confess, the regard for infancy, bending my tender mind, like a young my own happiness would have tempted me sapling, to his will — Interest was the grand to let you remain undeceived.

prop round which he !wined my pliant green Sir Chr. And did you, Narcissa, join in- affections: taught me in child-hood to repeat Nar. How could I, my dear sir, disobey old sayings - all tending to his own fixed

principles, and the first sentence that I ever Patly. Lord, your bonour, what young la- lisped, was charity begins at home. dy could refuse a captain?

Sir Chr. I shall never like a proverb again, Camp. I am a soldier, sir Christopher. Love as long as I live. and War is the soldier's molto; though my Inkle. As I grew up, he'd prove—and by income is trilling to your intended son-in- example-were | in want, I might even starve, law's, still the chance of war has enabled me for what the world cared for their neighto support the object of my love above indi- bours; why then should I care for the world! gence. Her fortune, sir Christopher, I do not men now lived for themselves. These were consider 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 habit, precept, education, Give me your hand, my young Mars, and ny into my faiber's face, and spurn bis counbless you both together, - Thank you, thank cils ? you for cheating an old fellow into giving Sir Chr. Say! why, that you were a damnhis daughter to a lad of spirit

, when he was ed honest, undutiful' fellow. O curse such going to throw her away upon one, in whose principles ! principles, which destroy all conbreast the mean passion of avarice smothers lidence between man and man- - Principles, the 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. a transaction in the forest, which, I own, Sir Chr. Eh! would have rendered compliance with your Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded preFormer commands very disagreeable. cept too long has steeled my breast-but still

Patty. Yes, sir, I told sny mistress be had 'tis vulnerable—this trial was too much-Nabrought over a bofty-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, loog or you; [To Narcissa] and you for his in- callous to the feelings of sensibility: but now erest; and sold you, perhaps, as he has this it bleeds — and bleeds for my, poor Yarico. oor girl, to me, as a requital for preserving Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing, is life.

and mingle tears of love and penitence. Nar. How!

· [Embracing her.


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