As painful, and as quick, as yours can be. Abo. The innocent! Oro. These men are so, whom you would rise against: If we are slaves, they did not make us slaves; Abo. My royal lord! You do not know the heavy grievances, The toils, the labours, weary drudgeries, Which they impose; burdens more fit for beasts, F They execute on every slight offence; Nay, sometimes in their proud, insulting sport, How worse than dogs they lash their fellow-creatures, Your heart would bleed for 'em. Oh, could you know How many wretches lift their hands and eyes To you for their relief! Oro. I pity 'em, And wish I could with honesty do more. Abo. You must do more, and may, with honesty. Oh, royal Sir, remember who you are: A prince, born for the good of other men ; Indulg'd in all that can concern my care, In my Imoinda's soft society. [Embracing her. Abo. And therefore would you lie contented down In the forgetfulness, and arms of love, To get young princes for 'em? Oro. Say'st thou! ha! Abo. Princes, the heirs of empire, and the last Of your illustrious lineage, to be born To pamper up their pride, and be their slaves? Oro. Imoinda! save me, save me from that thought. "Imo. There is no safety from it: I have long "Suffer'd it with a mother's labouring pains; "And can no longer. Kill me, kill me now, "While I am bless'd, and happy in your love; "Rather than let me live to see you hate me : "As you must hate me; me, the only cause, "The fountain of these flowing miseries: "Dry up the spring of life, this pois'nous spring, "That swells so fast, to overwhelm us all. "Oro." Shall the dear babe, the eldest of my hopes, Whom I begot a prince, be born a slave ? Abo. In most unworthy uses; think of that; And, while you may, prevent it. "Oh, my lord, "Rely on nothing that they say to you. "They speak you fair, I know, and bid you wait: "But think what 'tis to wait on promises, "And promises of men who know no tie "Imo. Oh, where indeed, to lose so many slaves? "Abo. Nay, grant this man, you think so much (c your friend, "Be honest, and intends all that he says; "He is but one; and in a government, "Where, he confesses, you have enemies, "That watch your looks; what looks can you put on, "To please these men, who are before resolv'd "To read 'em their own way? Alas, my lord! "If they incline to think you dangerous, "They have their knavish arts to make you so : Imo. To every thing "That does belong to you, your friends and me: "I shall be torn from you, forced away, Helpless and miserable: shall I live "Oro. That day shall never come." Abo. I know you are persuaded to believe Such a complexion, and made bold by pow'r, Will know no bounds, no law against his lusts. With a strong hand he shall resolve to seize, Oro. Ha thou hast rous'd. The lion in his den; he stalks abroad, And the wide forest trembles at his roar, I find the danger now. My spirits start Is there a pow'r on earth to force you from me, Abo. Now, my great master, you appear yourself. The choicest slaves, men who are sensible Oro. Summon 'em, Assemble 'em: I will come forth and shew Abo. I have provided those will follow you. Oro. With this reserve in our proceedings still, The means that lead us to our liberty Must not be bloody. "Abo. You command in all. "We shall expect you, Sir. "Oro. You sha'not long." |