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}. you, I warrant you.-[Taking YARico by the (1720, #. Insolence 1 The Governor shall hear of this insult. Sir Chr. The Governor liar! cheat! rogue !impostor! breaking all ties you ought to keep, and pretending to those you have no right to. The Governor never had such a fellow in the whole catalogue of his acquaintance—the Governor disowns you—the Governor disclaims you—the Governor abhors you; and to your utter confusion, here stands the Governor to tell you so. Here stands old Curry, who never talked to a rogue without telling him what he thought of him. Inkle. Sir Christopher l—Lost and undone! Med. [Without..] Holo Young Multiplication 1 Zounds! I have been peeping in every cranny of the house. Why, young Rule of Three! [Enters from the inn.] Oh, here you are at last—Ah, Sir Christopher! What are you there ! too impatient to wait at home. But here's one that will make you easy, I fancy. [Clapping INKLE on the shoulder. Sir Chr. How came you to know him Med. Ha! has Well, that’s curious enough too. So you have been talking here, without finding out each other. Sir Chr. No, ne; I have found him out with a vengeance. Med. Not you. Why this is the dear boy. It's my nephew that is, your son-in-law that is to be. It’s Inkle ! Sir Chr. It’s a lie ; and you're a purblind old booby-and this dear boy is a damn'd scoundrel. Med. Hey-day ! what's the meaning of this One was mad before, and he has bit the other, I suppose. Sir Chr. But here comes the dear boy—the true
boy—the jolly boy, piping hot from church, with my daughter.
Enter CAMPLEY, NARCIssa, and PATTY.
Med. Campley Sir Chr. Who? Campley –It's no such thing. Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Christopher. Sir Chr. The devil it is And how came you, sir, to impose upon me, and assume the name of Inkle 2 a name which every man of honesty ought to be ashamed of. Camp. I never did, sir.—Since I sailed from England with your daughter, my affection has daily increased: and when I came to explain myself to you, by a number of concurring circumstances, which I am now partly acquainted with, you mistook me for that gentleman. Yet had I even then been aware of your mistake, I must confess, the regard for my own happiness would have tempted me to let you remain undeceived. Sir Chr. And did you, Narcissa, join in— Nar. How could l, my dear sir, disobey you? Patty. Lord your honour, what young lady could refuse a captain : Camp. I am a soldier, Sir Christopher. Love and war is the soldier's motto; though my income is trifling to your intended son-in-law’s, still the chance of war has enabled me to support the object of my love above indigence. Her fortune, Sir Christopher, I do not consider myself by any means entitled to. Sir Chr. 'Sblood! but you must though. Give me your hand, my young Mars, and bless you both together —Thank you, thank you for cheating an old fellow into giving his daughter to a lad of spirit, when he was going to throw her away upon one, in
whose breast the mean passion of avarice smothers the smallest spark of affection or humanity.
Nar. I have this moment heard a story of a transaction in the forest, which I own would have rendered compliance with your former commands very disagreeable. S. Patty. Yes, sir, I told my mistress he had brought over a o: gentlewoman. Sir Chr. Yes, but he would have left her for you; [To NARciss A.] and you for his interest; and sold you, perhaps, as he has this poor girl to me, as a requital for preserving his life.
Nar. How !
Enter TRUDGE and Wowski.
Trudge. Come along, Wows! take a long last leave of your poor mistress: throw your pretty, ebony arms about her neck. Wows. No, no;—she not go; you not leave poor Wowski. [Throwing her arms about YA Rico. Sir Chr. Poor girl! A companion, I take it! Trudge. A thing of my own, sir. I cou’dn't help following my master's example in the woods—Like master, like man, sir. Sir Chr. But you would not sell her, and be hang'd to you, you dog, would you? Trudge. Hang me, like a dog, if I would, sir. Sir Chr. So say I to every fellow that breaks an obligation due to the feelings of a man. But, old Medium, what have you to say for your hopeful nephew 2 Med. I never speak ill of my friends, Sir Christopher. Sir Chr. Pshaw " Inkle. Then let me speak: hear me defend a conduct— Sir Chr. Defend Zounds ! plead guilty at onceit's the only hope left of obtaining mercy,
Inkle. Suppose, old gentleman, you had a son 2 Sir Chr. *Sblood! then I’d make him an honest fellow ; and teach him, that the feeling heart never knows greater pride than when it’s employed in giving succour to the unfortunate. I'd teach him to be his father’s own son to a hair. Inkle. Even so my father tutored me: from my infancy, bending my tender mind, like a young sapling, to his will—Interest was the grand prop round which he twined my pliant green affections: taught me in childhood to repeat old sayings—all tending to his own fixed principles, and the first sentence that I ever lisped, was—Charity begins at home. Sir Chr. I shall never like a proverb again as long as I live. Inkle. As I grew up, he'd prove—and by example —were I in want, I might e'en starve, for what the world cared for their neighbours; why then should I care for the world 2 Men now lived for themselves. These were his doctrines: then, sir, what would you say, should I, in spite of habit, precept, education, fly in my father's face, and spurn his councils? Sir Chr. Say? why, that you were a damn’d honest, undutiful fellow. O curse such principles 1 Principles, which destroy all confidence between man and man—Principles which none but a rogue could instil, and none but a rogue could imbibe.—Principles— Inkle. Which I renounce. Sir Chr. Eh! Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded precept too long has steeled my breast—but still 'tis vulnerable—this trial was too much—Nature,”gainst habit combating within me, has penetrated to my heart; a heart, I own, long callous to the feelings of sensibility; but now it bleeds—and bleeds for my poor Yarico. Oh, let me clasp her to it, while ’tis glowing,
and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing her.] Trudge. [Capering about.] Wows, give me a kiss I [Wowski goes to TRUDGE. Yar. And shall we-shall we be happy : Inkle. Ay; ever, ever, Yarico. Yar. I knew we should—and yet I feared—but shall I still watch over you? Oh! love, you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only to make her feel this happiness the greater. Wows. [Going to YA Rico.] Oh Wowski so happy —and yet I think I not glad neither. Trudge. Eh, Wows How !—why not? Wows: 'Cause I can’t help cry Sir Chr. Then, if that's the case—curse me, if I think I'm very glad either. What the plague's the matter with my eyes?—Young man, your hand—I am now proud and happy to shake it. Med. Well, Sir Christopher, what do you say to my hopeful nephew now : - Sir Chr. Say! Why, confound the fellow, I say, that is ungenerous enough to remember the bad action of a man who has virtue left in his heart to re- F. it—As for you, my good fellow, [To TRUDGE.] must, with your master's permission, employ you myself. Trudge. O rare l—Bless your honour!—Wows : \ you’ll be lady, you jade, to a governor's factotum. | Wows. Iss—I Lady Jactotum, Sir Chr. And now, my young folks, we'll drive home, and celebrate the wedding. Ods my life! I long to be shaking a foot at the fiddles, and I shall dance ten times the lighter, for reforming an Inkle, while I have it in my power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.