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Re-enter TRUDGE.

Inkle. Now, sir, have you performed your message?
Trudge. Yes, I gave her the letter.

Inkle. And where is Yarico ? did she say she'd eome? didn't you do as you were ordered ? didn't you speak to her?

Trudge. I cou'dn't, sir, I cou'dn't-I intended to say what you bid membut I felt such a pain in my throat, I cou’dn't speak a word, for the soul of me; and so, sir, I fell a-crying.

Inkle. Blockhead!

Sir Chr. 'Sblood, but he's a very honest blockhead. Tell me, good fellow-what said the wench?

Trudge. Nothing at all, sir. She sat down with her two hands clasped on her knees, and looked so pitifully in my face, I could not stand it. Oh, here she comes. I'll go and find Wows: if I must be melancholy, she shall keep me company.

(Exit. Sir Chr. Ods my life, as comely a wench as ever I saw !

Enter Yarico, who looks for some time in INKLE'S

face, bursts into tears, and falls on his neck.

Inkle. In tears! nay, Yarico ! why this?
Yar. Oh do not-do not leave me!

Inkle. Why, simple girl! l’m labouring for your good. My interest, here, is nothing: I can do nothing from myself. You are ignorant of our country's customs. I must give way to men more powerful, who will not have me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever anxious for your welfare, I've found a kind, good person who will protect you.

Yar. Ah! why not you protect me?
Inkle. I have no means--how can I?

Yar. Just as I sheltered you. Take me to yonder mountain, where I see no smoke from tall, high houses, filled with your cruel countrymen. None of your princes, there, will come to take me from you. And should they stray that way, we'll find a lurking place, just like my own poor cave, where many a day I sat beside you, and blessed the chance that brought you to it—that I might save your life.

Sir Chr. His life! Zounds ! my blood boils at the scoundrel's ingratitude !

Yar. Come, come, let's go. I always feared these cities. Let's fly and seek the woods; and there we'll wander hand in hand together. No cares shall vex us then-We'll let the day glide by in idleness; and you shall sit in the shade, and watch the sunbeam playing on the brook, while I sing the song that pleases you. No cares, love, but for food and we'll live cheerily, I warrant-In the fresh, early morning you shall hunt down our game, and I will pick you' berries--and then, at night, I'll trim our bed of leaves, and lie me down in peace-Oh! we shall be so happy!

Inkle. Hear me, Yarico. My countrymen and yours differ as much in minds as in complexions. We were not born to live in woods and caves to seek subsistence by pursuing beasts We Christians, girl, hunt money: a thing unknown to youBut, here, 'tis money which brings us ease, plenty, com nand, power, every thing: and, of course, happiness. You are the bar to my attaining this; therefore 'tis necessary for my good and which, I think. you value

Yar. You know I do; so much, that it would break my heart to leave you.

Inkle. But we must part: if you are seen with me, I shall lose all.

Yar. I gave up all for you--my friends-my coun

try; all that was dear to me, and still grown dearer since you sheltered there.-All, all was left for you -and were it now to do again-again I'd cross the seas, and follow you, all the world over. i

Inkle. We idle time; sir, she is yours. See you obey this gentleman ; 'twill be the better for you.

[Going Yar. O barbarous ! [Holding him.] Do not, do not abandon me!

Inkle. No more.

Yar. Stay but a little. I sha'n't live long to be a burden to you : your cruelty has cut me to the heart. Protect me but a little or I'll obey this man, and undergo all hardships for your good; stay but to witness 'em.--I soon shall sink with grief; tarry till then, and hear me bless your name when I an dying; and beg you now and then, when I am gone, to heave a sigh for your poor Yarico.

Inkle. I dare not listen. You, sir, I hope, will take good care of her.

[Going. Sir Chr. Care of her!--that I will I'll cherish her like my own daughter; and pour balm into the heart of a poor, innocent girl, that has been wounded by the artifices of a scoundrel.

Inkle. Hah! 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you !

Sir Chr. 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you look an honest man in the face?

Inkle. Sir, you shall feel

Sir Chr. Feel! It's more than ever you did, I believe. Mean, sordid wretch! dead to all sense of honour, gratitude, or humanity-I never heard of such barbarity! I have a son-in-law, who has been left in the same situation; but, if I thought him capable of such cruety, dam’me if I would not turn him to sea, with a peck-loaf, in a cockle-shell-Come, come, cheer up, my girl! You sha'n't want a friend to pro

tect you, I warrant you.-[Taking YARICO by the hand.]

Inkle. Insolence! The Governor shall hear of this insult.

Sir Chr. The Governor! liar! cheat! rogue ! impostor ! breaking all ties you ought to keep, and pretending to those you have no right to. The Governor never had such a fellow in the whole catalogue of his acquaintance-the Governor disowns you—the Governor disclaims you the Governor abhors you; and to your utter confusion, here stands the Governor to tell you so. Here stands old Curry, who never talked to a rogue without telling him what he thought of him.

Inkle. Sir Christopher !-Lost and undone!

Med. (Without.] Holo! Young Multiplication ! Zounds! I have been peeping in every cranny of the house. Why, young Rule of Three! [Enters from the inn.] Oh, here you are at last-Ah, Sir Christopher! What are you there! too impatient to wait at home. But here's one that will make you easy, I fancy,

[Clapping Inkle on the shoulder. Sir Chr. How came you to know him?

Med. Ha! ha! Well, that's curious enough too. So you have been talking here, without finding out each other.

Sir Chr. No, no; I have found him out with a vengeance.

Med. Not you. Why this is the dear boy. It's my nephew that is, your son-in-law that is be. It's Inkle!

Sir Chr. It's a lie ; and you're a purblind old booby,--and this dear boy is a damn'd scoundrel.

Med. Hey-day! what's the meaning of this ? One was mad before, and he has bit the other, I suppose.

Sir Chr. But here comes the dear boy--the true

boy--the jolly boy, piping hot from church, with my daughter.

Enter Complex, NARCISSA, and Patty.

Med. Campley
Sir Chr. Who? Campley - It's no such thing.
Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Christopher.

Sir Chr. The devil it is ! And how came you, sir, to impose upon me, and assume the name of Inkle ? a name which every man of honesty ought to be ashamed of.

Camp. I never did, sir.—Since I sailed from England with your daughter, my affection has daily increased: and when I came to explain myself to you, by a number of concurring circumstances, which I am now partly acquainted with, you mistook me for that gentleman. Yet had I even then been aware of your mistake, I must confess, the regard for my own happiness would have tempted me to let you remain undeceived.

Sir Chr. And did you, Narcissa, join in-
Nar. How could I, my dear sir, disobey you?

Patty. Lord your honour, what young lady could refuse a captain ?

Camp. I am a soldier, Sir Christopher. Love and war is the soldier's motto; though my income is trifling to your intended son-in-law's, still the chance of war has enabled me to support the object of my love above indigence. Her fortune, Sir Christopher, I do not consider myself by any means entitled to.

Sir Chr. 'Sblood! but you must though. Give me your hand, my young Mars, and bless you both together! Thank you, thank you for cheating an old tellow into giving his daughter to a lad of spirit, when he was going to throw her away upon one, in

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