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FINALE.

[La Belle Catharine.]

CAMPLEY.

Come, let us dance and sing,
While all Barbadoes bells shall ring :
Love scrapes the fiddle string,
And Venus plays the lute;

Hymen gay, foots away,
Happy at our wedding-day,
Cooks his chin, and figures in,
To tabor, fife, and flute.

CHORUS.

Come then dance and sing,

While all Barbadoes bells shall ring, &c.

NARCISSA.

Since thus each anxious care
Is vanish'd into empty air,
Ah! how can I forbear

To join the jocund dance?
To and fro, couples go,
On the light fantastic toe,
While with glee, merrily,
The rosy hours advance.
Chorus. Come then, &c.

YARICO.

When first the swelling sea
Hither bore my love and me,

What then my fate would be,
Little did I think

Doom' to know care and woe,

Happy still is Yarico;

Since her love will constant prove,
And nobly scorns to shrink.
Chorus. Come then, &c.

and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing her.]

Trudge. [Capering about.] Wows, give me a kiss! [WOWSKI goes to TRUDGE. Yar. And shall we-shall we be happy?

Inkle. Ay; ever, ever, Yarico.

Yar. I knew we should-and yet I feared-but shall I still watch over you? Oh! love, you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only to make her feel this happiness the greater.

Wows. [Going to YARICO.] Oh Wowski so happy! -and yet I think I not glad neither.

Trudge. Eh, Wows! How!-why not?

Wows. 'Cause I can't help cry

Sir Chr. Then, if that's the case-curse me, if I think I'm very glad either. What the plague's the matter with my eyes?-Young man, your hand-I am now proud and happy to shake it.

Med. Well, Sir Christopher, what do you say to my hopeful nephew now?

Sir Chr. Say! Why, confound the fellow, I say, that is ungenerous enough to remember the bad action of a man who has virtue left in his heart to repent it-As for you, my good fellow, [To TRUDGE.] I must, with your master's permission, employ you myself.

Trudge. O rare!-Bless your honour!-Wows! you'll be lady, you jade, to a governor's factotum. Wows. Iss I Lady Jactotum.

Sir Chr. And now, my young folks, we'll drive home, and celebrate the wedding. Ods my life! I long to be shaking a foot at the fiddles, and I shall dance ten times the lighter, for reforming an Inkle, while I have it in my power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.

FINALE.

[La Belle Catharine.]

CAMPLEY.

Come, let us dance and sing,
While all Barbadoes bells shall ring:
Love scrapes the fiddle string,
And Venus plays the lute;

Hymen gay, foots away,

Happy at our wedding-day,
Cooks his chin, and figures in,
To tabor, fife, and flute.

CHORUS.

Come then dance and sing,

While all Barbadoes bells shall ring, &c.

NARCISSA.

Since thus each anxious care
Is vanish'd into empty air,
Ah! how can I forbear

To join the jocund dance?
To and fro, couples go,
On the light fantastic toe,
While with glee, merrily,
The rosy hours advance..
Chorus. Come then, &c.

YARICO.

When first the swelling sea
Hither bore my love and me,

What then my fate would be,
Little did I think

Doom'd, to know care and woe,

Happy still is Yarico;

Since her love will constant prove,
And nobly scorns to shrink.
Chorus. Come then, &c.

and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing her.]

Trudge. [Capering about.] Wows, give me a kiss ! [Wowski goes to TRUDGE. Yar. And shall we-shall we be happy?

Inkle. Ay; ever, ever, Yarico.

Yar. I knew we should-and yet I feared-but shall I still watch over you? Oh! love, you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only to make her feel this happiness the greater.

Wows. [Going to YARICO.] Oh Wowski so happy! -and yet I think I not glad neither.

Trudge. Eh, Wows! How!-why not?
Wows. 'Cause I can't help cry-

Sir Chr. Then, if that's the case-curse me, if I think I'm very glad either. What the plague's the matter with my eyes?-Young man, your hand-I am now proud and happy to shake it.

Med. Well, Sir Christopher, what do you say to my hopeful nephew now?

Sir Chr. Say! Why, confound the fellow, I say, that is ungenerous enough to remember the bad ac tion of a man who has virtue left in his heart to repent it-As for you, my good fellow, [To TRUDGE.] I must, with your master's permission, employ you myself.

Trudge. O rare!-Bless your honour!-Wows! you'll be lady, you jade, to a governor's factotum. Wows. Iss-I Lady Jactotum.

Sir Chr. And now, my young folks, we'll drive home, and celebrate the wedding. Ods my life! I long to be shaking a foot at the fiddles, and I shall dance ten times the lighter, for reforming an Inkle, while I have it in my power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.

FINALE.

[La Belle Catharine.]

CAMPLEY.

Come, let us dance and sing,
While all Barbadoes bells shall ring:
Love scrapes the fiddle string,
And Venus plays the lute;

Hymen gay, foots away,
Happy at our wedding-day,
Cooks his chin, and figures in,
To tabor, fife, and flute.

CHORUS.

Come then dance and sing,

While all Barbadoes bells shall ring, &c.

NARCISSA.

Since thus each anxious care
Is vanish'd into empty air,
Ah! how can I forbear

To join the jocund dance?

To and fro, couples go,
On the light fantastic toe,
While with glee, merrily,
The rosy hours advance.
Chorus. Come then, &c.

YARICO.

When first the swelling sea
Hither bore my love and me,
What then my fate would be,
Little did I think-

Doom'd, to know care and woe,

Happy still is Yarico,

Since her love will constant prove,
And nobly scorns to shrink.
Chorus. Come then, &c.

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