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

Enter Patty, hastily. · Patty. Oh lud, ma'am, I'm frightened out of my wits ! sure as I'm alive, ma'am, Mr Inkle is not dead; I saw his man, ma'am, just now, coming ashore in a boat, with other passengers, from the vessel that's come to the island.

[Exit. Nar. Then one way or other I must determine.[To CAMPLEY.] Look ye, Mr Campley, something has happened which makes me waive ceremonies. It you mean to apply to my father, remember, that delays are dangerous.

Camp. Indeed !

Nar. I mayn't be always in the same mind, you know. [Smiling:1

[Exit. Camp. Nay, then--Gad, I'm almost afraid to-but living 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,

Prode 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 ?
Enter Trudge and Wowski, (as from the ship),

with a dirty Runner to one of the inns. 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.

Wows. Steal! - What that?

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

Run. If you would, sir, but mention to your master, the house that belongs to my master; the best accommodations on the quay.

Trudge. What's your sigo, 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, d'ye hear? My master has been used to your open apartments lately.

Run. Depend on it.-Much obliged to you, sir. Wows. Who be that fine man? He great prince?

Trudge. A prince-Ha! ha! No, not quite a prince-but he belongs to the Crown. But how do you like this, Wows? Isn'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.

Wows. And fine lady-Face like snow.

Trudge. What ! the fine ladies' complexions? Oh, yes, exactly; for too much heat very often dissolves 'em! Then their dress, too.

Wows. Your countrymen dress so ?

Trudge. Better, better a great deal. Why, a young flashy Englishman will sometimes carry a whole fortune on his back. But did you mind ihe women?



All here and there: [Pointing before and behind.] they have it all from us in England. And then the fine things they carry on their heads, Wowski.

Wows. Iss. One lady carry good fish—so fine, she call every body to look at her.

Trudge. Pshaw! an old woman bawling flounders. But the fine girls we meet, here, on the quay-59 round and so plump!

Wows. You not love me now?

Trudge. Not love you! Zounds, have I not given you proofs ?

Wows. Iss. Great many : but now you get here, you forget poor Wowski !

Trudge. Not I. I'll stick to you like wax.
Wow. Ah! I fear! What make you love me now?

Trudge. Gratitude, to be sure.
Wows. What that?

Trudge. Ha! this it is, now, to live without education. The poor dull devils of her country are all in the practice of gratitude, without finding out what it means; while we can tell the meaning of it, with little or no practice at all. Lord, Lord, what a fine advantage Christian learning is! Harkee, Wows!

Wows. Iss.

Trudge. Now we've accomplish'd our landing, I'll accomplish you. You remember the instructions I gave you on the voyage ?

Wows. Iss.

Trudge. Let's see now—What are you to do, when I introduce you to the nobility, gentry, and others-of my acquaintance ?

Wows. Make believe sit down; then get up.

Trudge. Let me see you do it. [She makes a low courtesy.] Very well! and how are you to recommend yourself, when you have nothing to say, amongst all our great friends ? Wows. Grin-shew



Trudge. Right! they'll think you've lived with people of fashion. But suppose you meet an old shabby friend in misfortune, that you don't wish to be seen speak to what would you do?

Wows. Look blind not see him. · Trudge. Why would you do that?

· Wows. 'Cause I can't see good friend in dis. tress.

Trudge. That's a good girl! and I wish every body could boast of so kind a motive for such cursed cruel behaviour..Lord ! how some of your flashy bankers' clerks have cut mein Threadneedle-street.Butcome, though we have got among fine folks, here, in an English settlement, I won't be ashamed of my old acquaintance; yet, for my own part, I should not be sorry, now, to see my old friend with a new face.Odsbobs! I sec Mr Inkle-- o in, Wows; call for what you like best. .

Wows. Then I call for you-ah! I fear I not see you often now. But you come soon


Remember when we walk'd alone,

And heard, so gruff, the lion growl ;
And when the moon so bright it shone,

We saw the wolf look up and howl ;
I led you well, safe to our cell,

While tremblingly,

You said to me,
And kiss'd so sweet-dear Wowski, tell,

How could I live without ye?',

But now you come across the sea,

And tell me here no monsters roar ;
You'll walic alone, and leave poor me,

When wolves, to fright you, howl rio more.

But ah! think well on our old cell,

Where tremblingly,

You kiss'd poor me.
Perhaps you'll say-dear Wowski, teli,

How can I live without ye?

[Exit WoWSKI. Trudge. Who have we here?


Plant. Hark’ee, young man! Is that young

Indian of yours going to our market ?

Trudge. Not she-she never went to market in all her life.

Plant. I mean, is she for our sale of slaves ? Our black fair?

Trudge. A black fair, ha! ha! ha! You hold it on a brown green, I suppose.

Plant. She's your slave, I take it?

Trudge. Yes; and I'm her humble servant, I take it,

Plant. Aye, aye, natural enough at sea. - But at how much do you value her?

Trudge. Just as much as she has saved me--My

own life.

Plant. Pshaw! you mean to sell hier?

Trudge. (Staring.j Zounds! what a devil of a fel. low! Sell Wows !--my poor, dear, dingy wife !

Plant. Come, come, l've heard your story from the ship.–Don't let's haggle; l'll bid as fair as any trader amongst us. But no tricks upon travellers, young man, to raise your price.-Your wife, in deed! Why she's no Christian!

Trudge. No; but I am; so I shall do as I'd be done by : and, if you were a good one yourself, you'd know, that fellow-feeling for a poor body, who wants your help, is the noblest mark of our religion

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