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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, 8c.

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, fc.

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, 8c.

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.

WOWSKI.

Whilst all around rejoice,
Pipe and tabor raise the voice,
It can't be Wowski's choice,

Whilst Trudge's to be dumb.
No, no, dey blithe and gay,
Shall like massy, missy play,
Dance and sing, hey ding, ding,

Strike fiddle and beat drum.

Chorus. Come then, &c.

TRUDGE.

"Sbobs! now I'on fix'd for love,
My fortune's fair, though black's my wife,
Who fears domestic strife-

Who cares now a sous !
Merry cheer my dingy dear
Shall find with her Factotum here;
Night and day, I'll frisk and play
About the house with Wows.

Chorus. Come then, &c.

· INKLE.

Love's convert here behold,
Banish'd now my thirst of gold,
Bless'd in these arms to fold

My gentle Yarico.
Hence all care, all doubt, and fear,
Love and joy each want shall cheer,
Happy night, pure delight,
Shall make our bosoms glow.

Chorus. Come then, &c.

PATTY.

Let Patty say a word-
A chambermaid may sure be heard
Sure men are grown absurd,

Thus taking black for white;
To hug and kiss a dingy miss,
Will hardly suit an age like this,
Unless, here, some friends appear,
Who like this wedding right.

Chorus. Come then, &c.

THE END.

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