Enter the Governor with OROONOKO, BLANDFORD, STANMORE, and the planters. Gov. Thou glorious man! thou something greater sure Than Cæsar ever was! that single arm Has sav'd us all: accept our general thanks. [All bow to Oroonoko. And what can we do more to recompense [Brings Clemene forward, looking down on the ground. Oro. Bless me indeed! Blan. You start! Oro. Oh, all you gods, Who govern this great world, and bring about Oro. Answer me, some of you; you who have And have your senses free: or are you all Struck through with wonder too? [Looking still fixed on her. Blan. What would you know? Oro. My soul steals from my body through my eyes; All that is left of life I'll gaze away, And die upon the pleasure. Gov. This is strange! Oro. If you but mock me with her image here: If she be not Imoinda [She looks upon him, and falls into a swoon; he runs to her. Ha! she faints! Nay, then it must be she: it is Imoinda: "Give back that soul, she only lent me. [Kisses her. "Gov. I am amaz'd! "Blan. I am as much as you. "Oro." Imoinda! Oh, thy Oroonoko calls. [Imoinda coming to life. Imo. My Oroonoko! Oh, I can't believe What any man can say. But, if I am To be deceiv'd, there's something in that name, You cannot be mistaken: I am yours, Your Oroonoko, all that you would have, Your tender loving husband. Imo. All indeed That I would have: my husband! then I am Alive, and waking to the joys I feel : They were so great, I could not think 'em true; But I believe all that you say to me : For truth itself and everlasting love Grows in this breast, and pleasure in these arms. Imo. Oh, I believe, And know you by myself. If these sad eyes, Has made you dearer, if it can be so, [Embracing her with the most passionate fondness. Stan. Where's your mistress now, governor? 54 Gov. Why, where most men's mistresses are forced to be sometimes, With her husband, it seems: but I wont lose her so. [Aside. Stan. He has fought lustily for her, and deserves her, I'll say that for him. Blan. Sir, we congratulate your happiness: I do most heartily. Gov. And all of us; but how it comes to pass"Oro. That will require "More precious time than I can spare you now. "And she has many more to know of me. Captain, you, "Ev'n you, who most have wrong'd me, I forgive. "I wo'not say you have betray'd me now : "I'll think you but the minister of Fate, Imo. How, how, shall I receive you? how be worthy Of such endearments, all this tenderness? Oro. Let the fools Who follow fortune, live upon her smiles; We have enough of that to make us happy. Is more to me than the extended plains Of my great father's kingdom. Here I reign [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE 1. Enter ABOAN, with several Slaves, and HOTMAN. Hotman. WHAT! to be slaves to cowards! Slaves to rogues, who can't defend themselves! Abo. Who is this fellow he talks as if he were acquainted with our design is he one of us? [Aside to his own gang. Slave. Not yet: but he will be glad to make one, I believe. Abo. He makes a mighty noise. Hot. Go, sneak in corners; whisper out your griefs, For fear your masters hear you: cringe and crouch That lick their wounds, and know no other cure. As much as I can feel, but dare not groan. Abo. Have you been long a slave ? |