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servant!—Zounds, how late it is—but never be put out of your way for a woman—I must run—my wife will play the devil with me for keeping breakfast. [Exit. Inkle. Trudge. Trudge. Sir Inkle. Have you provided a proper apartment 2 Trudge. Yes, sir, at the Crown here; a meat, spruce room, they tell me. You have not seen such a convenient lodging this good while, I believe. Inkle. Are there no better inns in the town 2 Trudge. Um—Why there is the Lion, I hear, and the Bear, and the Boar—but we saw them at the door of all our late lodgings, and found but bad accommodations within, sir. Inkle. Well, run to the end of the quay, and conduct Yarico hither. The road is straight before you : you can’t miss it. Trudge. Very well, sir. What a fine thing it is to turn one’s back on a master, without running into a wolf's belly! One can follow one’s nose on a message here, and be sure it won't be bit off by the way. Exit. Tnkle. Let me reflect a little. Part with her o: interest, honour, engagements to Narcissa, all demand | it. My father's precepts too—I can remember, when I was a boy, what pains he took to mould me.— School'd me from morn to night—and still the burden of his song was—Prudence! Prudence | Thomas, and you’ll rise. His maxims rooted in my heart, and as I grew—they grew, till I was reckoned, among our friends, a steady, sober, solid, good young man; and all the neighbours called me the prudent Mr Thomas. And shall I now, at once, kick down the character which l have raised so warily?–Part with her-sell | her?—The thought once struck me in our cabin, as she lay sleeping by me; but, in her slumbers, she passed her arm round me, murmured a blessing on my name, and broke my meditations.
Enter YARIco and TRUDGE.
Yar. My love! Trudge. I have been showing her all the wigs and bales of goods we met on the quay, sir. Yar. Oh! I have feasted my eyes on wonders. Trudge. And I’ll go feast on a slice of beef, in the inn, here. [Exit. Yar. My mind has been so busy, that I almost forgot even you. I wish you had staid with me—You would have seen such sights : Inkle. Those sights have become familiar to me, Yarico. - Yar. And yet I wish they were not—You might partake my pleasures—but now again, methinks, I will not wish so—for, with too much gazing, you might neglect poor Yarico. Inkle. Nay, nay, my care is still for you. Yar. I am sure it is: and if I thought it was not, I would tell you tales about our poor old grot—bid you remember our palm-tree near the brook, where in the shade you often stretched yourself, while I would take your head upon my lap, and sing my love to sleep. I know you'll love me then.
Our grotto was the sweetest place
'Twas then my bosom first knew fear,
For him, by day, with care conceal’d,
SCENE II, An Apartment in the House of SIR CHRistoph ER CURRY.
Enter SIR CHRISTOPHER and MEDIUM.
Sir Chr. I tell you, old Medium, you are all wrong. Plague on your doubts Inkle shall have my Narcissa. Poor fellow ! I dare say he's finely chagrined at this temporary parting—Eat up with the blue devils, I Warrant. Med. Eat up by the black devils, I warrant; for I left him in hellish hungry company. Sir Chr. Pshaw he’ll arrive with the next vessel, depend on’t—besides, have not I had this in view ever since they were children I must and will have it so, I tell you. Is not it, as it were, a marriage made above 2 They shall meet, I’m positive. Med. Shall they Then they must meet where the marriage was made; for hang me, if I think it will ever happen below. , Sir Chr. Ha!—and if that is the case—hang me, if I think you’ll ever be at the celebration of it. Med. Yet, let me tell you, Sir Christopher Curry, my character is as unsullied as a sheet of white aper. Sir Chr. Well said, old fools-cap! and it’s as mere P .
a blank as a sheet of white paper. You are honest, old Medium, by comparison, just as a fellow sentenced to transportation is happier than his companion condemned to the gallows—Very worthy, because you are no rogue; tender-hearted, because you never, go to fires and executions; and an affectionate father and husband, because you never pinch our children, or kick your wife out of bed. Med. And that, as the world goes, is more than every man can say for himself. Yet, since you force me to speak my positive qualities—but no matter, you remember me in London; didn't I, as member of the Humane Society, bring a man out of the New River, who, it was afterwards found, had done mean injury: Sir Chr. And, dam’me, if I would not kick any man into the New River that had done me an injury. There's the difference of our honesty. Oons ! if you want to be an honest fellow, act from the impulse of nature. Why, you have no more gall than a pigeon. Med. And you have as much gall as a turkey cock, and are as hot into the bargain—You’re always so hasty; among the hodge-podge of your foibles, passion is always predominant. Sir Chr. So much the better. Foibles, quotha 2 foibles are foils that give additional lustre to the gems of virtue. You have not so many foils as I, perhaps. Med. And what’s more, I don’t want ’em, Sir Christopher, I thank you. Sir Chr. Very true; for the devil a gem have you to set off with 'em. Med. Well, well; I never mention errors; that, I flatter myself, is no disagreeable quality—It don’t become me to say you are hot. Sir Chr. 'Sblood but it does become you: it becomes every man, especially an Englishman, to speak the dictates of his heart. l
Camp. Very true—sailing in the same ship—and— But when you consider the past state of my mind the black prospect before me.— Sir Chr. Ha! has Black enough, I dare say. Camp. The difficulty I have felt in bringing myself face to face to you. . Sir Chr. That I am convinced of—but I knew you would come the first opportunity. Camp. Very true: yet the distance between the Governor of Barbadoes and myself. [Bowing.] Sir Chr. Yes—a devilish way asunder. Camp. Granted, sir; which has distressed me with the cruellest doubts as to our meeting. Sir Chr. It was a toss up. Camp. The old gentleman seems devilish kind.— Now to soften him. [Aside.] Perhaps, sir, in your younger days, you may have been in the same situation yourself. Sir Chr. Who? I' 'sblood no, never in my life. Camp. I wish you had, with all my soul, Sir Christopher. Sir Chr. Upon my soul, sir, I am very much obliged to you. [Bowing.] Camp. As what I now mention might have greater weight with you. Sir Chr. Pooh pr’ythee! I tell you I pitied you from the bottom of my heart. Camp. Indeed if, with your leave, I may still venture to mention Miss Narcissa— Sir Chr. An impatient, sens ble young dog like me to a hair Set your heart at rest, my boy. She's yours; yours before to-morrow morning. Camp. Amazement' I can scarce believemysenses. Sir Chr. Zounds ! you ought to be out of your senses : but dispatch—make short work of it, ever while you live, my boy. Here she is,