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places the Provisions on the boiv of the Canof. (A Dog barks).
Fri. AhJ — da Massa Crusoe.
Music.—(The Dog rwis on,bearing a Bird; Friday takes it, throws it over the Enclosure, and the Dog bounds up the Ladder. Crusoe at the same instant enters, dressed and armed as described in his History.—He bears the Umbrella, on the top of which is perched the Parrot.—Friday welcomes Crusoe with extravagant joy).
Cru. Faithful, affectionate Friday!
Fri. Ha! ha! ha! (the Parrot flies into the Enclosure. Friday takes ojf the Umbrella and returns).
Cru. Now, Friday, take my gun.
Music.—(Friday alarmed—yet fears to disoblige his Master).
Cru. Courage, courage !—the thunder, as you call it, hurts only the wicked: why should yau be terrified? Would you not use it to defend your Master? Remember, it was with this gun I saved your life, when the ferocious cannibals had doomed you to the jstake, the victim of a horrid sacrifice.
Music.—(Friday intimates his gratitude, and taking the Gun resolutely, carries it with the other articles up the Ladder).
Cru. What a treasure did heaven bestow, when it made me its humble instrument ip saving that poor Indian from destruction! For years no human form had blessed my sight, no voice, except the sad and fearful echo of my own, hadstruck upon my almost palsied ear. Now a fellow beipg, an intellectual associate, cheers niy solitude, and I am content! happy! happy, did I say !—no, no, my wife! my child—whom now, if yet he lives, must have reached man's estate. Grant, oh grant he may never know his
Fri. Massa!—(from the Palisade.)
Music.— (Crusoe puts aside the branches which
Cru. For two years past, a portion of each day has been allotted to complete this almost hopeless labour; but for the assistance of that faithful creature, I had abandoned the attempt. (He perceives the bottle, &c.) Ah, this is well, accustomed to my wants, he anticipates them all.
Music.—-(The Dog leaps the Palisade, with a
EVen my poor dog does not neglect his duty:
Music.—(The Dog obeys the signal of Crusoe,
Fri. Massa! Massa!
Fri. One, two, tree,—(rwis down.)
Cru. Ah! perhaps a vessel—relief!—No, no.; he counted several—still it may be— Music.—(Friday has arrived close to his Master •
in great terror).
Cru. Why do you tremble?
Music.—(Friday describes the arrival of Indians,
by imitating their March; then their purpose, by crossing his hands, as if bound at the wrists like a Prisoner; lastly, their intention, by the action of dispatching the victim and devouring him).
Cru. Cannibals! a prisoner! a sacrifice? (Friday assents to each exclamation). Horrible! may not your terrors have deceived you?
Music.—(Friday instantly draws Crusoe aside, and points to the Shore, ivhere three Canoes are seen to pass).
—Ha! 'tis even so—they land !— quick, remove every object that may betray us; and above all, secure the dog.
Music, Piano.—(During which, Crusoe exclaims, "Fear nothing—conceal yourself "tn the Canoe, and stir not—speak not, on your life."—-Friday jumps through the bushes, and looks out, first at his Master, then towards the approaching Indians.—Crusoe prepares his gun, &fc. and as he ascends the ladder, which he draws after him, exclaims "tliey come ! from the heights I shall
. command them)."
Music, Forte.—(Tariboo, the Cannibal Chief, enters—examines the spot, and beckons forward his troop, who having made a circuit of the Stage, place their prisoner Iglou against a stake; and at this instant, Friday exclaims in great agitation, " Father!" The Savages pause in alarm; Pariboo brandishes his Club, and the rest immediately regain confidence. Iglou -runs forward, and implores his life—he is again seized, and as Pariboo advances to dispatch him, Friday throws forward the Flask of Rum. The groupe look round with surprize, till the Chief, impatient at the interruption, rushes with savage impetuosity to the sacrifice. Crusoe at this instant fires—the Indians rush off" yelling with apprehension. Pariboo, more resolute, appears to mark the spot jrom whence the fire proceeded. Crusoe again fires, and the Chief bounds off. Friday springs from his concealment, and raises his Father, who trembles with his face to the earth in tfie utmost terror. Crusoe arrives injront).
Fri. Oh Massa, Massa, thunder kill him! Cru. Not so—I fired beyond them, no one is hurt.
Music, Lively.—(Friday, rejoiced, runs for the Bottle, supports Iglou, and puts it to hit mouth).
Cru. What means this unusual agitation? he must have seen this man before. Friday, do you remember him?
Fri. Oh Massa! him Iglou, Friday father!
Cm. His father! Providence I thank thee! even in this solitude I do not live in vain—I have restored a parent to his offspring! He'll soon recover;—lead him to the cave, whilst I observe these monsters in their flight, and see that none remain.
Music.—(Iglou recovers—staris at the appearance of Crusoe—Friday explains to him the obliga- tion they are under to his Master. Iglou falls at the feet q/'Crusoe, Friday on the opposite side, embracing his knees).
Cru, Happy, happy moment!
Enter Swivel and Nipcheese.
Swiv. Come, master steward, let out a reef and freshen your way; you lag astern as if you were afraid of being boarded.
Nip. So I am afraid, and no wonder, considering the cursed scrape I have got into. Plague on the mutiny, I say, instead of saving an honest penny, I may be hanged like a dog, and lose all. Did you say the boatswain had turned the mate ashore?
Swiv. I did; he would not join us, so we set him adrift without rudder or compass, tie straggled off to seek a birth here in the woods; but what argufies that, you are not afraid of a man without arms, are you?
Nip. No! but he has two devilish long arms, to my certain knowledge, and a couple Of thumping fists at the end of them too. I shouldn't like him to settle accounts with me just now.
Swiv. Well, don't stand palavering here— 'twas this way we heard the gun.
Nip. Was it? Then I think we had better go the other (moving off).
Swiv. What, sheer off!
Nip. Oh, I'm not ashamed to confess my failings; I always have more satisfaction in escaping danger than meeting it.
Swiv. Ay, ay, Master Nipcheese, we know you'd rather grub in the bread-room than go •loft.
Nip. I am glad of it: the worse you know of me, the less chance you'll have of being disap