and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing her.] Trudge. [Capering about.] Wows, give me a kiss ! [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 YARICO.] Oh Wowski so happy! -and yet I think I not glad neither. Trudge. Eh, Wows! How!-why not? 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 repent it-As for you, my good fellow, [To TRUdge.] I must, with your master's permission, employ you myself. Trudge. O rare!-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. FINALE. [La Belle Catharine.] CAMPLEY. Come, let us dance and sing, Hymen gay, foots away, CHORUS. Come then dance and sing, While all Barbadoes bells shall ring, &c. NARCISSA. Since thus each anxious care To join the jocund dance? YARICO. When first the swelling sea What then my fate would be, Doom' to know care and woe, Happy still is Yarico; Since her love will constant prove, WOWSKI. Whilst all around rejoice, gay, Strike fiddle and beat drum. TRUDGE. 'Sbobs! now I'm fix'd for love, My fortune's fair, though black's my wife, Who fears domestic strife Who cares now a sous ! Merry cheer my dingy dear Night and day, I'll frisk and play INKLE. Love's convert here behold, Banish'd now my thirst of gold, Hence all care, all doubt, and fear, Shall make our bosoms glow. PATTY. Let Patty say a word A chambermaid may sure be heardSure men are grown absurd, Thus taking black for white; To hug and kiss a dingy miss, THE END. |