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PROLOGUE.

Spoken by Mr. REDDISH.

CRITICS, hark forward! noble game and new ;
A fine West Indian started full in view :

Hot as the soil, the clime, which gave him birth,
You'll run him on a burning scent to earth;
Yet don't devour him in his hiding place;
Bag him, he'll serve you for another chace ;
For sure that country has no feeble claim,
Which swells your commerce, and supports your fame.
And in this humble sketch, we hope you'll find
Some emanations of a noble mind;

Some little touches, which, tho' void of art,
May find perhaps their way into the heart.
Another hero your excuse implores,
Sent by your sister kingdom to your shores ;
Doom'd by Religion's too severe command,
To fight for bread against his native land:
A brave, unthinking, animated rogue,
With here and there a touch upon the brogue.
Laugh, but despise him not, for on his lip
His errors lie; his heart can never trip.
Others there are -but may we not prevail
To let the gentry tell their own plain tale ?

Shall they come in? They'll please you, if they can ;
If not, condemn the bard- -but spare the Man.
For speak, think, act, or write in angry times,
A wish to please is made the worst of crimes:
Dire slander now with black envenom'd dart,
Stands ever arm'd to stab you to the heart.

Rouse, Britons, rouse, for honour of your isle, Your old good humour; and be seen to smile. You say we write not like our fathers—true, Nor were our fathers half so strict as you, Damn'd not each error of the poet's pen, But, judging man, remember'd they were men. Aw'd into silence by the time's abuse, Sleeps many a wise, and many a witty muse: We that for mere experiment come out, Are but the light arm'd rangers on the scout: High on Parnassus' lofty summit stands The immortal camp; there lie the chosen bands, But give fair quarter to us puny elves, The giants then will sally forth themselves ; With wit's sharp weapons vindicate the age, And drive ev'n Arthur's magic from the Stage.

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Clerks belonging to Stockwell, Servants, Sailors, Negroes, &c,

SCENE, London.

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Housekeeper belonging to Stockwell,

Clerks belonging to Stockwell, Servants, Sailors, Negroes, &c.

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Mrs. White.

SCENE, London.

THE WEST INDIAN.

ACT I. SCENE 1.

A Merchant's Compting-House. In an inner Room, set off by Glass-Doors, are discovered several Clerks, employed at their Desks. A Writing-Table in the front Room. STOCKWELL is discovered, reading a Letter; STUKELY comes gently out of the back Room, and observes him some Time before he speaks.

Stukely.

He seems disordered: something in that letter, and I'm afraid of an unpleasant sort. He has many ventures of great account at sea; a ship richly freighted for Barcelona; another for Lisbon; and others expected from Cadiz of still greater value. Besides these, I know he has many deep concerns in foreign bottoms, and underwritings to a vast amount. accost him. Sir! Mr. Stockwell!

Stock. Stukely!

cloths?

I'll

Well, have you shipp'd the

Stuke. I have, sir; here's the bill of lading, and copy of the invoice: the assortments are all com

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