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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.
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 wito ness 'em.--I soon shall sink with grief; tarry till then, and hear me bless your name when I ain 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 bea lieve. 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 crue ty, 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 ! im- postor! 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 to 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 CAMPLEY, NARCISSA, and Party.
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 Eng. land 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-
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
whose breast the mean passion of avarice smothers the smallest spark of affection or humanity.
Nar. I have this moment heard a story of a transaction in the forest, which I own would have rendered compliance with your former commands very disagreeable.
Patty. Yes, sir, I told my mistress he had brought over a Hottypot gentlewoman.
Sir Chr. Yes, but he would have left her for you ; [T. NARCISSA.] and you for his interest; and sold you, perhaps, as he has this poor girl to me, as a requital for preserving his life. Nar. How!
Enter TRUDGE and Wowski. Trudge. Come along, Wows! take a long last leave of your poor mistress : throw your pretty, ebony arms about her neck. .
Wows. No, no;—she not go; you not leave poor Wowski. (Throwing her arms about YARICO.
Sir Chr. Poor girl! A companion, I take it!
Trudge. A thing of my own, sir. I cou'dn't help following my master's example in the woods- Like master, like man, sir.
Sir Chr. But you would not sell her, and be hang'd to you, you dog, would you?
Trudge. Hang me, like a dog, if I would, sir.
Sir Chr. So say I to every fellow that breaks an obligation due to the feelings of a man. But, old Medium, what have you to say for your hopeful nephew?
Med. I never speak ill of my friends, Sir Chris. topher.
Sir Chr. Pshaw !
Inkle. Then let me speak : hear me defend a conduct
Sir Chr. Defend ! Zounds ! plead guilty at once it's the only hope left of obtaining mercy,
· Inkle. Suppose, old gentleman, you had a son ?
Sir Chr. 'Sblood! then I'd make him an honest fellow; and teach him, that the feeling heart never knows greater pride than when it's employed in giving succour to the unfortunate. I'd teach him to be his father's own son to a hair,
Inkle. Even so my father tutored me : from my infancy, bending my tender mind, like a young sapling, to his will Interest was the grand prop round which he twined my pliant green affections: taught me in childhood to repeat old sayings-all tending to his own fixed principles, and the first sentence that I ever lisped, was-Charity begins at home.
Sir Chr. I shall never like a proverb again as long as I live.
Inkle. As I grew up, he'd prove-and by example -were I in want, I might e’en starve, for what the world cared for their neighbours ; why then should I care for the world ? Men now lived for themselves. These were his doctrines : then, sir, what would you say, should I, in spite of habit, precept, education, fly in my father's face, and spurn his councils ?
Sir Chr. Say? why, that you were a damn'd honest, undutiful fellow. O curse such principles! Principles, which destroy all confidence between man and man-Principles which none but a rogue could instil, and none but a rogue could imbibe.- Principles
Inkle. Which I renounce.
Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded precept too long has steeled my breast--but still 'tis vulner. able--this trial was too much-Nature, 'gainst habit combating within me, has penetrated to my heart; a heart, I own, long callous to the feelings of sensibili. ty; but now it bleeds and bleeds for my poor Yarico. Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing,