first floor, and visit you every evening, as soon as I come from the counting-house. Do you like it? Wews. Iss. Trudge. Damme, what a flashy fellow I shall seem in the city! I'll get her a white boy to bring up the tea-kettle. Then I'll teach you to write and dress hair. Wows. You great man in your country? Trudge. Oh yes, a very great man. I'm head clerk of the counting-house, and first valet-de-chambre of the dressing-room. I pounce parchments, powder hair, black shoes, ink paper, shave beards, and mend pens. But hold! I had forgot one material pointyou ar❜n't married, I hope? Wows. No: you be my chum-chum ! Trudge. So I will. It's best, however, to be sure of her being single; for Indian husbands are not quite so complaisant as English ones, and the vulgar dogs might think of looking a little after their spouses. But you have had a lover or two in your time; eh, Wowski? Wows. Oh, iss-great many-I tell you. DUETT. Wows. Wampum, Swampum, Yanko, Lanko, Nanko, Black men-plenty-twenty-fight for me, Trudge. Who? Yes, pretty little Wowski! Wows. Then I leave all, and follow thee. Trudge. Oh then turn about, my little tawny tight one! Don't you like me ? Wows. Iss, you're like the snow! If you slight one Trudge. Never, not for any white one; You are beautiful as any sloe. Wows. Wars, jars, scars, can't expose ye, In our grot Trudge. Wows. Flowers, neatly Pick'd, shall sweetly Make your bed. Trudge. Coying, toying, With a rosy Posey, When I'm dosey, Bear-skin nightcaps too shall warm my Both. Bear-skin nightcaps, &c. &c. head. ACT THE SECOND. 9 SCENE I. The Quay at Barbadoes, with an Inn upon it. People employed in unlading vessels, carrying bales of goods, &c. Enter several PLANTERS. 1st Plant. I saw her this morning, gentlemen, you may depend on't. My telescope never fails me. I popp'd upon her as I was taking a peep from my balcony. A brave tight ship, I tell you, bearing down directly for Barbadoes here. 2d Plant. Ods, my life! rare news! We have not had a vessel arrive in our harbour these six weeks. 3d Plant. And the last brought only Madam Narcissa, our Governor's daughter, from England; with a parcel of lazy, idle, white folks about her. Such cargoes will never do for our trade, neighbour. 2d Plant. No, no; we want slaves. A terrible dearth of 'em in Barbadoes, lately! But your dingy passengers for my money. Give me a vessel like a collier, where all the lading tumbles out as black as my hat. But are you sure, now, you ar❜n't mistaken? [To 1st Planter.] 1st Plant. Mistaken! 'sbud, do you doubt my glass? I can discover a gullby it six leagues off: I could see every thing as plain as if I was on board. 2d Plant. Indeed! and what were her colours? 1st Plant. Um! why English-or Dutch-or French- -I don't exactly remember. -or 2d Plant. What were the sailors aboard? 1st Plant. Eh! why they were English tooDutch. or French- -I can't perfectly recollect. 2d Plant. Your glass, neighbour, is a little like a glass too much it makes you forget every thing you ought to remember. [Cry without, "A sail, a sail !"] 1st Plant. Egad, but I'm right though. Now, gentlemen! All. Ay, ay; the devil take the hindmost. [Exeunt hastily. Enter NARCISSA and PATTY. SONG. Freshly now the breeze is blowing, Patty. Well, ma'am, as I was saying Nar. Well, say no more of what you were saying. -Sure, Patty, you forget where you are; a little caution will be necessary now, I think. C Patty. Lord, madam, how is it possible to help talking? We are in Barbadoes here, to be sure-but then, ma'am, one may let out a little in a private morning's walk by ourselves. Nar. Nay, it's the same thing with you in doors. Patty. I never blab, ma'am, never, as I hope for a gown. Nar. And your never blabbing, as you call it, depends chiefly on that hope, I believe. Patty. I have told the story of our voyage, indeed, to old Guzzle, the butler. Nar. And thus you lead him to imagine I am but little inclined to the match. Patty. Lord, ma'am, how could that be? Why I never said a word about Captain Campley. Nar. Hush! hush! for heaven's sake. Patty. Aye! there it is now. But if our voyage from England was so pleasant, it wasn't owing to Mr Inkle, I'm certain. He didn't play the fiddle in our cabin, and dance on the deck, and come languishing with a glass of warm water in his hand, when we were sea-sick. Ah, ma'am, that water warm'd your heart, I'm confident. Mr Inkle! No, no; Captain Cam Nar. There is no end to this! Remember, Patty, keep your secrecy, or you entirely lose my favour. Patty. Never fear me, ma'am. But if somebody I know is not acquainted with the Governor, there's such a thing as dancing at balls, and squeezing hands when you lead up, and squeezing them again when you cast down. I'm as close as a patch box. Mum's the word, ma'am, I promise you. [Exit. Nar. How awkward is my present situation! Promised to one, who, perhaps, may never again be heard of; and who, I am sure, if he ever appears to claim me, will do it merely on the score of interest-pressed too by another, who has already, I fear, too much interest in my heart-what can I do? What plan can I follow? Enter CAMPLEY. Camp. Follow my advice, Narcissa, by all means. Enlist with me under the best banners in the world. General Hymen for my money! little Cupid's his drummer: he has been beating a round rub-a-dub on our hearts, and we have only to obey the word of command, fall into the ranks of matrimony, and march through life together. Nar. Then consider our situation. Camp. That has been duly considered. In short, the case stands exactly thus-your intended spouse is all for money; I am all for love. He is a rich rogue; I am rather a poor honest fellow. He would pocket your fortune; I will take you without a fortune in your pocket. Nar. Oh! I am sensible of the favour, most gallant Captain Campley; and my father, no doubt, will be very much obliged to you. Camp. Aye, there's the devil of it! Sir Christopher Curry's confounded good character knocks me up at once. Yet I am not acquainted with him neither; not known to him even by sight: being here only as a private gentleman, on a visit to my old relation, out of regimentals, and so forth; and not introduced to the Governor, as other officers of the place. But then, the report of his hospitality-his odd, blunt, whimsical friendship-his whole behaviour Nar. All stare you in the face; eh, Campley? Camp. They do, till they put me out of counte nance. Nar. What signifies talking to me, when you have such opposition from others? Why hover about the city, instead of boldly attacking the guard? Wheel about, captain! face the enemy! March! Charge!> Rout 'em!-Drire 'em before you, and then |