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Wows. Ah, I fear! What make you love Trudge. Not she - she never went to marme now?
ket in all her life. Trudge. Gratitude, to be sure.
Plant. I mean, is she for our sale of slaWows. What that?
ves? Our Black Fair? Trudge. Ha! this it is, now, to live without Trudze. A black fair! ha, ha, ha! You hold education. The poor dull devils of her coun- it on a brown green, I
suppose. try are all in the practice of gratitude, without Plant. She's your slave, I take it? linding out what it means; while we can tell Trudge. Yes; and I'm her humble servant, the meaning of it, with little or no practice I take it. at all. — Lord, lord, what a fine advantage Plant. Aye, aye, natural enough at saChristian learning is! Hark'ee, Wows! But at how much do you value her? Wows. Iss.
Trudge. Just as much as she has sared mg Trudge. Now we've accomplished our land--My own life. ing, I'll accomplish you. You remember the Plant. Pshaw! you mean to sell her ? instructions I gave you on the voyage? Trudge. [Staring] Zounds! what a devil Wows. Iss.
of a fellow! Sell Wows! - my poor, dear, Trudge. Let's see now- - What are you to dingy wise! do, when I introduce you to the nobility, Plant. Come, come, I've heard your story gentry, and others---of my acquaintance? from the ship.- Don't let's haggle; Til bid as
Wows. Make believe sit down; then get up. fair as any trader amongst us: but no tricks Trudge. Let me see you do it
. [She inakes upon travellers, young man, to raise your a low curtesy] Very well! And how are you price. — Your wile, indeed! Why she's no to recommend yourself, when you have no- | Christian? thing to say, amongst all our great friends ? Trudge. No; but I am; so I shall do as Wows. Grin-shew my teeth.
I'd be done by, Master Black-market: and, if Trudze. Right! they'll think you lived with you were a good one yourself, you'd kuow, people of fashion. But suppose you meet an ihat fellow-feeling for a poor body, who wants old shabby friend in misfortune, that you don't your help, is the noblest mark of our religioc, wish to be seen to speak to—what would you I wouldn't be articled clerk to such a fellow
Wows. Look blind- not see him. [do? for the world. Trudge. Why would you do that? Plant. Hey-dey! The booby's in love with Wows. 'Cause I can't see good friend in her! W’by, sure, friend, you would not fire distress.
here with a black? Trudge. That's a good girl! and I wish Trudge. Plague on't; there it is. I shall every body could boast of so kind a motive, be laughed out of my honesty, bere.—But you for such cursed cruel behaviour. - Lord! how may be jogging, friend; I may feel a little some of your flashy banker's clerks bave cut queer, perhaps, at showing her face – bul, me in Threadneedle-street. – But come, though dam'me, if ever I do any thing to make me we have got among fine folks, here, in an ashamed of showing my own.
(vioaEnglish settlement, I won't be ashamed of my Plant. Why, I tell you, her very compleold acquaintance: yet, for my own part, 1 Trudge. Rot her complexion. I'll tell you should not be sorry, now, to see my old friend what, Mr. Fair-trader; if your head and heart with a new face.Odsbobs! I see Mr. Inkle were to change places, l're a notion you'd
Go in, Wows;-call for what you like best. be as black in the face as an ink-bottle.
Wows. Then, I call for you-ah! I fear I Plant. Pshaw! The fellow's a fool-a rude not see you often now. But you come soon- rascal —he ought to be sent back to the sara Remember when we walk'd alone,
gos, again. He's not fit to live among us
Trudge. Oh, here he is at last.
Inkle. Nay, sir, I understand your customus You said to nie,
l: your Indian markets are not unksown - And kiss'd so sweet-dear Wowski tell, How could I live without ye?
2 Plant. And, as you seem to understand
business, I need not tell you that despatch is But now you come across the sea,
the soul of it. Her name you say isAnd tell me here no monsters roar; Inkle. Yarico: but urge ibis no more, I bez You'll walk alone and leave poor me,
I must not listen to it: for to speak When wolves to fright you howl no'more. freely, her anxious care of me demands, tha But ab! think well on our old cell, here, though bere it may seem Where, tremblingly,
should arow my love for her. You kiss'd poor me
Plant. Lord help you, for a merchant's Perhaps, you'll say_dear Wowski tell, the first time I ever heard a trader talk of How can I live without ye?
love; except, indeed, the love of trade, and
[Exit. the love of ihe Sweet Molly, my ship: Trudge. Eb! oh! my master's talking to Inkle. Then, sir, you cannot feel my situation somebody on the quay. Who have we here! Plant. Oh yes, I can! We bave a hundred
such cases just after a voyage; but they nerer Enter first PlantER. Plant. Hark'ee, young man! Is that young
last long on land. Ii's amazing bow coastan Iudian of your's going to our market? will you dispose of ber, or no?
Inkle. In two words then, meet me here still the burthen of his song was — prudence! al noon, and we'll speak further on this sub- Prudence, Thomas, and you'll rise. -Early he ject; and lest you think I trifle with your taught me numbers; which he said, and be business, hear why I wish this pause. Chance said rightly, would give me a quick view of threw me, on my passage to your island, loss and profit; and banish from my mind among a savage people. Deserted, - defence- those idle' impulses of passion, which mark less,-cut off from my companions, - my life young thoughtless spendthrists. His maxims at stake - to this young creature ! owe my rooted in my heart, and as I grew-they grew; preservation;- sbe found me, like a dying bough, till I was reckoned, among our friends, a forn from its kindred branches; which, as ii steady, sober, solid, good young man; and all drooped, she moistened with her te:rs. the neighbours called me the" prudent Mr.
Plané. Nay, nay, talk like a man of this Thomas. And shall I now, at once, kick down world.
the character which I have raised so warily? Inkle. Your patience. And yet your inter-1 - Part with her — The thought once struck ruption goes to my present feelings; for on me in our cabin, as she lay sleepiog by me; our sail to this your island - the thoughts of bul, in her slumbers, she past her arm around time mispent-doubt--fears-for call it what me, murmured a blessing on my name, and you will — bare much perplex'd me; and as broke my meditations. your spires arose, reflections still rose with them; "for here, sir, lie my interests, great
Enter YARICO and TRUDGE. connections, and other weighty matters—which Yar. My love! now I need not mention
Trudge. I have been showing her all the Plant. But which ber presence here will wigs and bales of goods we met on the quay,
sir. Inkle. Even so - And yet the gratitude I Yar. Oh! I have feasted my eyes on wonders. owe her!
Trudge. And I'll go feast on a slice of beef, Plant. Pshaw! So because she preserved in the inn, here.
[Exit. your life, your gratitude is to make you give Yur. My mind has been so busy, that I up all you have to live upon.
almost forgot even you. I wish you bad staid Inkle. Why in that light indeed—This never with me-You would have seen such sights! struck me yet, I'll think on't.
Inkle. Those sights are grown familiar lo Plant. Aye, aye, do so—Why what return me, Yarico. can the wench wish more than taking her Yar. And yet I wish they were not. — You from a wild, idle, savage people, and provi- might partake my pleasures—but now again, ding for her, here, with reputable hard work, meihinks, I will not wish so—for, with too in a genteel, polished, tender, Christian country? much gazing, you might neglect poor Yarico. Inkle. Well, sir, at noon
Inkle. Nay, nay, my care is still for you. Plant, I'll meet you-but remember, young Yar. I'm sure it is: and if I thought it was gentleman, you must get her off your hands not, I'd tell you tales about our poor old
grot -you must indeed.- 1 shall have her a bar-|--Bid you remember our palm-tree near the gain, I see that-your servant!-Zounds, how brook, where in the shade you often stretched late it is--but never be put out of your way yourself, while I would take your bead upon for a woman-I must run-my, wife will play my lap, and sing my love to sleep. I know the devil with me for keeping breakfast. you'll love me then.
[Exit. Inkle. Trudge.
Our grotto was the sweetest place! Trudge. Sir!
The bending boughs, with fragrance blowInkle. Have you provided a proper apart
Would check the brook's impetuous pace, ment? Trudge. Yes, sir, at the Crown here; a neat,
Which murmur'd to be stopi from flowing, spruce room, they tell me. You have not
'Twas there we met, and gaz'd our fill. seen such a convenient lodging this good
Ah! think on this, and love me still. wbile, I believe.
'Twas then my bosom first knew fear, Inkle. Are there no better inns in the town? - Fear, to an Indian maid a stranger-
Trudge. Um - Why there's the Lion, I The war-song, arrows, hatchet, spear, hear, and the Bear, and the Boar-but we saw All warn'd me of my lover's danger. them at the door of all our late lodgings, aud For him did cares my bosom fill; found but bad accommodations within, sir. Ah! think on this, and love me still. Inkle. Well, run to the end of the quay,
[Exeunt. and conduct Yarico bitber. The road
SCENE II.-SIR CHRISTOPHER CURRY's. straight before yon: you can't miss it. Trudge. Very well, sir. What a fine thing
Enter SiR CHRISTOPHER and MEDIUM. it is to turn one's back on a master, without Sir C. I tell you, old Medium, you are all running into a wolf's belly! One can follow wrong. Plague on your doubts! Inkle shall one's nose on a message bere, and be sure it have my Narcissa. Poor fellow! I dare say won't be bit off by the way,
[Exit. he's finely chagrined at this lemporary parting Inkle. Let me reflect a little. Part with - Eat up with the blue devils, I warrant. ber - Justified !--Pshaw, my interest, honour, Med. Eat up by the black devils, I warrant; engagements to Narcissa, all demand it. My for I left him'in hellish hungry company. father's precepts, loo-1 can remember, when Sir C. Pshaw! he'll arrive with the next I was a boy, what pains he took to mould vessel, depend on't -- besides, have not I had me!-Schooled me from morn to night-and this in view ever since they were children? I
of white paper:
must and will have it so, I tell you. Is not|Miss Narcissa. In the mean time, he has it, as it were, a marriage made above? They ordered me to brush up this letter for your shall meet, I'm positive.
honour, from your humble servant, to comMed. Shall they? Then they must meet mand,
TIMOTAX TRUDGE. where the marriage was made; for, hang me, Sir C. Hey day! here's a stile! tbe voyage if I think it will ever happen below. bas jumbled' the fellow's brains out of iveir
Sir C. Ha!-and if thal is the case — hang places; the water has made his bead turn me, if I think you'll ever be al the celebration round. But no matter; mine turns round, of il.
too. I'll go and prepare Narcissa directls, Med. Yet, let me tell you, Sir Christopber they shall be married, slap-dash, as soon as Curry, my character is as unsullied as a sheet be comes from the quay. From Neplune lo
Hymen; from the bammock to the bridal bed Sir C. Well said, old fool's-cap! and it's as — Ha! old boy! mere a blank as a sheet of white
You Med. Well, well; don't flurry yourself— are honest, old Medium, by comparison, just you're so hot! as a fellow sentenced to transportation is hap- Sir C. Hot! blood, arn't I in the West Jopier than his companion condemned to the dies? Arn'ı I Governor of Barbadoes? He shall gallows–Very worthy, because you are no bave her as soon as he sets his foot on shore, rogue; tender hearled," because you never go -She shall rise to him like Venus out of the to fires and executions; and an affectionate sea. His hair puffed! He ought to have been father and husband, because you never pioch puffing, bere, out of breath, by this time. your children, or kick your wife out of bed. Med. Very true; but Venus's husband is
Med. And that, as the world goes, is more always supposed to be lame, you know, Sir than every man can say for himself.
Yet, Christopher. since you force me to speak my positive qua- Sir C. Well, now do, my good fellow, run litics—but, no matter, - you remember me in down to the shore, and see what detains him. London: didn't I, as member of the Humane
[Hurrying him off. Society, bring, a man out of the New River, Med. Well, well; I will, I will. [Erit. who, it was afterwards found, bad done me Sir C. In the mean time, I'll get ready Naran injury?
cissa, and all shall be concluded in a second. Sir C. And, dam'me, if I would not kick My heart's set upon it. — Poor fellow! alter any man into the New River that bad done all his rambles, and tumbles, and jumbles, and mé an injury. There's the difference of our fils of despair-I shall be rejoiced to see him. honesty. Cons! if you want to be an honest I have noi seen him since he was that bigb. fellow, act from the impulse of nature. Why, -But, zounds! he's so tardy! you have no more gall than a pigeon. Med. Ha! You're always so hasty; among
Enter a Servant, the hodge-podge of your foibles, passion is Sero. A strange gentleman, sir, come from always predominant.
the quay, desires to see you. Sir C. So much the better.–Foibles, quotha ? Sir C. From the quay? Od's my life! – Ti: foibles are foils that give additional lustre to be—'Tis Inkle! Show bim up, directly. [Erit the gems of virlue. You have not so many Servant] The rogue is expeditious after all, foils as I, perhaps.
I'm so happy Med. And, what's more, I don't want 'em, sir Christopher, I thank you.
Enter CAMPLEY. Sir C. Very true; for the devil a gem have My dear fellow! [Embracing him) I'm reyou to set off with 'em.
joiced to see you. Welcome; welcome here, Med. Well, well; I never mention errors; with all my soul! that, I flatter myself, is no disagreeable qua- Camp. This reception, Sir Christopher, is lity:- It don't become me to say you are hot. beyond my warmest wishes. – linkuown to
Sir C. 'Sblood! but it does become you: it youbecomes every man, especially an Englishman, Sir C. Aye, aye; we shall be better acto speak the dictales of his heart.
quainted by and" by. Well, and bow, eh!
Tell me!- But old Medium and I have talked Enter a Servant.
over your assair a hundred times a day, ever Sero. An English vessel, sir, just arrived in since Narcissa arrived. the harbour.
Camp. You surprise me! Are you then Sir C. A vessel! Od's my life! - Now for really acquainted with the whole affair? the news — - If it is but as I hope-Any dis- Sir C. Erery tittle. patches?
Camp. And, can you, sir, pardon wbat i Sero. This letter, sir, brought by a sailor past?
Sir C. Pooh! how could you help it? Med. Well, read, Christopher
Camp. Very true--sailing in the same ship Sir C. [Opening the Lelter] Huzza! here -andit is. He's safe-safe and sound at Barbadoes. Sir C. Aye, aye; but we have had a les [Reading] Sir, My master, Mr. Inkle, is dred conjectures about you. Your despair and just arrived in your harbour. Here, read, distress, and all thal.-Your's must have been read! old Medium
a damned situation, to say the truth, Med. [Reading] Um-Your harbour-we Camp. Cruel indeed, Sir Christopher! and were taken up by an English vessel on the I flatter myself will more your compassion. 14th ult
. He only waits till I have puffed I have been almost inclined to despair, indeed, his hair, to pay his respects to you, and as you say, but when you consider the past
from the quay
Your Damons of the grove,
Who like Fallals, and Pastorals Sir C. Ha! ha! Black enough, I dare say.
Waste years in love! Camp. The difficulty I have felt in bringing
But modern folks know better jokes, myself face to face to you.
And, courting once begun, Sir C. That I am convinced of-but I knew
To church they hop at once-and you would conre the first opportunity: Camp. Very true: yet the distance between
Polgad, all's done! ibe Governor of Barbadoes and myself.
In life we prance a country dance,
Where every couple stands; Sir C. Yes-a devilish way asunder.
Their partners sel-a while curvetCamp. Granted, sir: whích bas distressed me with the cruelest doubts as to our meet
But soon join hands. ing:
Nar. When at our feet, so trim and neal, Sir C. It was a toss up ?).
The powder'd lover sues, Camp. The old gentleman seems devilish
He vows he dies, the lady sighs, kind. — Now to soften himn. (Aside). Perhaps,
But can't refuse. sir, in your younger days, you may have been
Ah! how can she unmou'd e're see in the same situation yourself.
Her swain his death incur? Sir C, Who? 1! 'sblood ! no, never in my
If once the Squire is seen expire, life.
He lives with her. Camp. I wish you had, with all my soul, All.
In life, etc. etc. Sir Christopher.
Patty. When John and Bet are fairly met, Sir C. Upon my soul, sir, I am very much
John boldly tries his luck; obliged to you.
He steals a buss, without more fuss, Camp. As what I now mention might have
The bargain's struck. greater weight with you.
Whilst things below are going so, Sir C. Pooh! prythee! I tell you I pitied you from the bottom of my heart.
Is Betty pray to blame?
Who knows up stairs, her mistress Camp. Indeed !--If, with your leave, I may
fares still venlure to mention Miss Narcissa
Just, just the same. Sir C. An impatient, sensible young dog!
All. In life we prance, etc. etc. like me to a bair! Set your heart at rest, my
[Exeunt. boy. She's your's; your's before to-morrow morning
ACT JII. . Camp. Amazement! I can scarce believe
Scene I.-The Quay. my senses. Sir C. Zounds! you ought to be out of your
Enter Party. senses: but dispatch-make short work of it, Patty. Mercy on us! what a walk I have erer while you live, my boy,
had of it! Well, matters go on swimmingly
at the governor's—The old gentleman has orEnter NARCISSA and PATTY. der'd the carriage, and the young couple will Here, girl: here's your swain. [To Narcissn.be whisk'd, here, to church, in a quarter of
Camp. I just parted with my Narcissa, on an hour. My business is to prevent young the Tuay.
sobersides, young Inkle, from appearing, to Sir C. Did you! Ah, sly dog-had a meet-interrupt the ceremony.-Ha! here's the Crown, ing before you came to the old gentleman.- where 'I hear he is hous'd. So now to find But here- Take him, and make much of him Trudge, and trump, up a story, in the true Tand, for fear of further separations, you stile of a chambermaid. [Goes into the House. shall e’en be tack'd together directly. What Patty, within] I tell you it don't signify, and say you, girl ?
I will come up. [Trudge, within] But it does Camp. Will my Narcissa consent to my signify, and you can't come up. happiness? Nar. I always obey my father's commands,
Re-enter Party, with TRUDGE. with pleasure, sir.
Patty. You had better say at once, I sban't. Sir C. Od! I'm so happy, I hardly know Trudge. Well then, you shan't. which way to turn; but we'll have the car- Patty. Savage! Pretty behaviour you have riage direcily: drive down to the quay; trundle pick'd up among the Hollypots! Your London old Spintest into church; and bey for matri- civility, like London itsell, will soon be lost mony!
in smoke, Mr. Trudge; and the politeness you Camp. With all my heart, sir Christopher; have studied so long in Thread-needle-street, the sooner the belter.
blotted out by the blacks you have been liv
ing with. Sin CHRISTOPHER, CAmpleY, NARCISSA, Patty. Trudge. No such thing; I practis'd my poSir Chr. Your Colinettes, and Arriettes,
liteness-all the while I was in the woods. Our
very lodging, taught me good manners; for I 1) A chance.The custom is for one person to lop a could never bring myself to go into it with
piece of money into the air, and the other to say out bowing.
Patty. Don't tell me! A mighly civil receped; thus il entirely depends on chance, although the tion you give a body, truly, after a six weeks London boys think, in their tossing (gaffing) with the pye-men, that a particular twist of the hand gives a
parting particular sort of luck.
Trudge. Gad, you're right; I am
out here, to be sure. [Kisses her] Well, Patly. Well? how do you do?
Trudge. Can you keep a secret? Patty. Pshaw, fellow! I want none of your Patty. Try me! kisses.
Trudge. Then [Whispering] my master Trudge. Oh! very well — I'll take it again. keeps a girl.
[Offers to kiss her. Patty. "Oh monstrous ! another woman? Patty. Be quiet: I want to see Mr. Inkle; Trudge. As sure as one and one makes I have a message to him from Miss Narcissa. two. I shall get a sight of him, now, I believe. Patly. [Aside] Rare news for my mistress!
Trudge. May be nol. lle's a little busy all-Why I can hardly believe it; the grave, present.
sly, steady, sober Mr. Inkle, do such a thing! Patty: Busy-ha! Plodding! What he's at Trudge. Pooh! it's always your sty, sober bis multiplication again?
fellows, that go the most afier the girls. Trudge. Very likely; so it would be a pity Patty. Well; I should sooner suspect you. to interrupt him, you know.
Trudge. Me? Oh Lord! he! he! Do you Patty. Certainly; and the whole of my bu- think any smart, tight, little, black-eyed wench, siness was to prevent bis hurrying bimself— would be struck with my figure? [Conceitedly. Tell him, we shan't be ready to receive him, Patty. Psbaw! never mind your figure. at the governor's, till to-morrow, d'ye hear?'Tell me how it happen'd? Trudge. No?
Trudge. You shall hear: when the ship I-ft Patty. No. Things are not prepared. The us ashore, my master turn'd as pale as a sheet place isn't in order; and the servants have not of paper. It isn't every body that's blest with had, proper notice of the arrival.
courage, Patty. Trudge. Oh! let me alone to give the ser- Paity. True! vants nolice-ral-tat-tal-It's all the notice we Trudge. However, I bid him chear up; told had in Threadneedle-street of the arrival of him, to stick to my elbow: took the lead, and a visitor').
began our march. Patty. Threadneedle-street! Threadneedle Patty. Well? nonsense! I'd bave you to know we do every Trudge. We hadn't gone far, wben a thing here with an air. Matters have taken damu'd onc-eyed black boar, that grion'd like anoiher turn-Stile! Stile, sir, is required here, a devil, came down the bill in a jog trot! My I promise you.
masler melted as fast as a pot of pomalum! Trudge. Turn-Stile!2) And pray what stile Paily. Mercy on us! will serve your turn now, Madam Pally? Trudge. But what does I do, but whips
Patty. Á due dignity and decorum, to be out my desk knife, that I us'd to cut the quills şure. Sir Christopher intends Mr. Inkle, you with at home; met the monster, and slit up know, for his son-in-law, and must receive his throat like a pen — The boar bled like a him in public form, (which can't be till to- pig. morrow morning) for the honour of his
Palty. Lord! Trudge, what a great traveller vernorship: why the whole island will ring you are ! of it.
Trudge. Yes; I remember we fed on the Trudge. The devil it will!
flitch for a week. Patty: Yes; they've talk'd of nothing but my Palty. Well, well; but the lady. mistress's beauty and fortune for these six Trudge. The lady? Oh, true. By and by weeks. Then he'll be introduced to the bride, we came to a cave - a large hollow room,
under-ground, like a warehouse in the AdelTrudge. O, my poor master!
phi - Well; there we were half an hour, bePatly. Then a public breakfast; then a pro- fore I could get bim to go in; there's no accession; then, if nothing happens to prevent counting for lear, you know. At last, in we it, be'll get into church and be married in a went to a place hung round with skins, as it crack.
might be a furrier's shop, and there was a Trudge. Then he'll get into a damn'd scrape, fine lady, snoring on a bow and arrows. in a crack. Ah! poor madam Yarico! My Patly. What, all alone? poor pilgarlic of a master, what will become Trudge. Eh!--No-no-Hum-Sbe bad a of bim!
[Half aside. young lion by way of a lap-dog. Patty. Why, what's the matter with the Patty. Gemini; wbat did you do? booby
Trudge. Gave her a jog, and she open' Trudge. Nothing, nothing-he'll be hang'a her eyes-she struck my master immediately. for poli-bigamy.
Patly. Mercy on us! with what? Patly. Polly who?
Trudge. With her beauty, you niony, to Trudge, It must out-Patty!
be sure: and they soon brought matters to
bear. The wolves witness'd the contrad1) The clerks in London with their small, Jong, black port-folio under their arm, come to the door will a
away The crows croak'd ames; double rap, presenting their bill, saying, “ill for and we had board and lodging for nothing paymeni,” if the parly who is to pay the bill is nou Patty. And this is she he has brongea present, or perhaps unprepared, the clerk is desired lo " leave a direction," (the address of the bearer of the
Trudge. The same.
[Barbödves bill) and the bill must be laken np (paid) before 5 o'
Patty. Well; and tell me, Trudge; - se's clock. If the party is present, the question is “how pretty, you say-Is she fair or brown. much ?" a check is given and the clerk retires; but 90 singularly laconic are they, that seldom one word
Trudge. Um! she's a good comely copper. morc escapes them.
Patty. How! a tawney? 2) Turnstile is the name of an alley in Holborn. This
Trudge. Yes, quite dark; but very elegant ; is a miserable pun.
like a Wedgwood tea-pot.