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Trudge. Oh, then turn about, my little tawny tight one !

Don't you like me ? Wow. Iss, you're like the snow !

If you slight one. Trudge. Never, not for any white one :

You are beautiful as any sloe. Wow. Wars, jars, scars can't expose ye,

In our grot-

So snug and cosey
Wow. Flowers, neatly
Pick'd, shall sweetly

Make your bed.
Trudge. Crying, toying,

With a rosy


When I'm dosey, Bear-skin night-caps too shall warn my head. Bear-skin night-caps, &c. &c. [Exeunt, L



SCENE 1.--The Quay at Barbadoes, with an inn upon it.

Enter Four PLANTERS, L: 1st P. I saw her this morning, gentlemen, you may depend on't. My telescope never fails me. I popped upou her as I was taking a peep from my balcony. A brave tight ship, I tell you, bearing down directly for Barbadoes here.

2nd P. Ods my life! rare news! We have not had a vessel arrive in our harbour these six weeks.

3rd P. And the last brought only madam Narcissa, our Governor's daughter, from England ; with a parcel of lazy, idle, white folks about her. Such cargoes will never do for our trade, neighbour.

4th P. No, no; we waut slaves. A terrible dearth of 'em in Barbadoes, lately! But your dingy passengers for my money. Give me a vessel like a collier, where all the lading tumbles out as black as my hat. But are you sure, now, you' ar'nt mistaken ?

[To Ist Planter. 1st P. Mistaken ! 'sbud, do you doubt my glass ? I can discover a gull by it six leagues off : I could see every thing as plain as if I was on board.

2nd P. Indeed! and what were her colours ? Ist P. Um! why English- or Dutch- --or French

-I dou't exactly remember. 3rd P. What were the sailors on board ? 1st P. Eh! why they were English toom-or Dutch -or French

I can't perfectly recollect. 4th P. Your glass, neighbour, is a little like a glass too much: it makes you forget every thing you ought to remember.

(Cry without, R.A sail, a sail !"" 1st P. Egad, but I'm right though. Now, gentlemen! All. Aye, aye ; the devil take the hindmost.

[Exeunt hastily, R. S. E. Enter NARCISSA, R. U. E.

Freshly now the breeze is blowing;

As yon ship at anchor rides,
Sullen waves incessant flowing,

Rudely dash against the sides :
So my heart, its course impeded,

Beats in my perturbed breast ;
Doubts, like waves by waves succeeded,
Rise, and still deny it rest.

Enter PATTY, R.
Pat. (R.) Well, ma'am, as I was saying--

Nar. (L.) Well, say no more of what you were sayingSure, Patty, you forget where you are : a little caution will be necessary now, I think.

Pat. Lord, madam, how is it possible to help talking ? We are in Barbadoes here, to be sure-but then, ma'am, one may let out a little in a private morning's walk by ourselves.

Nar. Nay, it's the same thing with you in doors.
Pat. I never blab, ma'am, never, as I hope for a gown.

Var. And your never blabbing, as you call it, depends chiefly on that hope, I believe.

Pat. Dear ma'am, I have told the story of uur voyage, indeed, to old Guzzle, the butler.

Nar. And, thus, you lead him to imagine I an, but little inclined to the match.

Pat. Lord, ma'am, how could that be? Why, I never said a word about Captain Campley.

Nar. Hush ! hush, for heaven's sake!
Pat. Not I, ma'am, not I. But if our voyage from

England was so pleasant, it wasn't owing to Mr. Inkle, I'm certain. He didn't play the fiddle in our cabin, and dance on the deck, and come languishing with a glass of warm water in his hand, when we were sea-sick. Ah, ma'am, that water warmed your heart, I'm confident. Mr. Inkle! No, no, Captain Cam

Nar. There is no end to this! Remember, Patty, keep your secrecy, or you entirely lose my favour. Pat. Never fear me, ma'am. I won't utter a syllable.

[Exit, R. Nar. How awkward is my present situation ! Promised to one, who, perhaps, may never again be heard of; and who, I am sure, if he ever appears to claim me, will do it merely on the score of interest-pressed too by another, who has already, I fear, too much interest in my heart what can I do? What plan can I follow ?

Enter CAMPLEY, L. Cam. (L.) Follow my advice, Narcissa, by all means. Enlist with me, under the best banners in the world. Gee neral Hymen for my money! little Cupid's his drummer : he has been beating a round rub-a-dub on our hearts, and we have only to obey the word of command, fall into the ranks of matrimony, and march through life together.

Nar. (R.) Then consider our situation.

Cam. That has been duly considered. In short, the case stands exactly thus—your intended spouse is all for money : I am all for love: he is a rich rogue: I am rather a poor honest fellow. He would pocket your fortune : I will take you without a fortune in your pocket.

Nar. Oh! I am sensible of the favour, most gallant Captain Campley; and my father, no doubt, will be very much oblig'd to you.

Camp. Aye, there's the devil of it! Sir Christopher Curry's confounded good character-knocks me up at once. Yet I am not acquainted with him either ; not known to hini, even by sight; being here only as a private gentleman on a visit to my old relation, out of regimentals, and sợ torth; and not introduced to the Governor as other officers of the place : but then the report of his hospitalityhis odd, blunt, whimsical friendship—his whole behaviour

Nar. All stare you in the face, eh, Campley ?

Camp. They do, till they put me out of countenance : but then, again, when I stare you in the face, I can't think I have any reason to be ashamed of my proceedings.

Nar. What signifies talking to me, when you have such opposition from others ? Why hover about the city, instead of boldly attacking the guard? Wheel about, captain ! face the enemy! March! Charge ! Rout 'em-Drive 'em before you, and then

Camp. Aud then-
Nar. Lud ha' mercy on the poor city!


Since 'tis vain to think of flying."
Mars wonld oft, his conquest over,

To the Cyprian Goddess yield ;
Venus gloried in a lover,
Who, like him, could brave the field.

Mars would oft, &c.
In the cause of battles hearty,

Still the God would strive to prove,
He who faced an adverse party,
Fittest was to meet his love.

Mars would oft, &c.
Hear then, Captains, ye who hluster,

Hear the God of War declare,
Cowards never can pass muster ;
Courage only wins the fair.

Mars would oft, &c.

Enter Patty, hastily, R. Patty. (R.) Oh lud, Ma'am, I'm frightened out of my wits ! Sure as I'm alive, Ma'am, Mr. Iukle is not dead; I saw his man, Ma'am, just now, coming ashore in a boat with other passengers, from the vessel that's coine to the island.

[Eřit Patty, R. Nar. [To Camp.] Look’ye, Mr. Campley, something has happened which makes me wave ceremonies. If you mean to apply to my father, remember that delays are dangerous.

Camp. (L.) Indeed!
Når. I mayn't be always in the same mind, you know.

[Smiling. Camp. Nay then-Gad, I'm almost afraid too--but liviug in this state of doubt is torment. I'll e'en put a good face on the matter ; cock my hat; make my bow; and try to reason the Governor into compliance. Faint heart never won a fair lady.


Why should I vain fears discover,

Prove a dying, sighing swain ?
Why turn shilly-shally lover,

Only to prolong my pain ?
When we woo the dear enslaver,

Boldly ask and she will grant;
How should we obtain a favour,

But by telling what we want ?
Should the nyn:ph be found complying

Nearly then the battle 's won;
Parents think 'tis vain denying,
When half the work is fairly done.

[Exeunt, Nar. R. and Camp. L. Enter TRUDGE and Wowski ( as from the ship) with a dirty

runner to one of the inns, R. O. E. Run. This way, Sir ; if you will let me recommend

Trudge. Come along, Wows! Take care of your furs, and your feathers, my girl.

Wows. Iss.

Trudge. That's right.--Somebody might steal 'em, perhaps.

Wow's. (R.) Steal I-What that?

Trudge. (c.) Oh Lord ! see what one loses by not being born in a Christian country.

Run. (L.) If you would, sir, but mention to your mas. ter the house that belongs to iny master; the best accommodations on the quay.

Trudge. What's your sign, my lad ?
Run. The Crown, Sir-Here it is.

Trudge. Well, get us a room for half an hour, and we'll come: and harkee! let it be light and airy, dy'e hear ? Ay master has been used to your open apartments lately Run. Depend on it.-Much obliged to you, sir. [Erit, L. Wows. Who be that fine man? He great prince ?

Trudge. A prince—Ha! ha!-No, not quite a priuceBut he belongs to the crown. But how do you like this, Wows ? Isp't it fine ?

Wows. Wonder!
Trudge. Fine men, eh!
Wows. Iss! all white ; like you.

Trudge. Yes, all the fine men are like me: as different from your people as powder and ink, or paper and blacking.

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