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Pat. Mercy on us! what a walk I have had of it! Well, matters go on swimmingly at the Governor's.-The old gentleman has ordered the carriage, and the young couple will be whisk'd, here, to church, in a quarter of an hour. My business is to prevent young sobersides, young Inkle, from appearing, to interrupt the ceremony. - Ha! here's the Crown, where I hear he is housed. So now to find Trudge, and trump up a story, in the true style of a chambermaid. [Goes into the house, L. S. E.-Patty within.] I tell you it don't signify, and I will come up. [Trudge within.] But it does signify, and you can't come up.

Re-enter PATTY, with TRUDGE, L. S. E. from Inn. Pat. (R.) You had better say at once, I shan't. Trudge. (L.) Well, then, you shan't.

Pat. Savage! Pretty behaviour you have picked up amongst the Hyttypots! Your London civility, like London itself, will soon be lost in smoke, Mr. Trudge; and the politeness you have studied so long in Threadneedle-street, blotted out by the blacks you have been living with.

Trudge. No such thing; I practised my politeness all the while I was in the woods. Our very lodging taught me good manners; for I could never bring myself to go into it without bowing.

Put. Don't tell me! A mighty civil reception you give a body, truly, after a six weeks' parting:

Trudge. Gad, you're right; I am a little out here, to be sure. Kisses her.] Well, how do you do?

Pat. Pshaw, fellow! I want none of your kisses.

Trudge. Oh! very well-I'll take it again.

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[Offers to kiss her.

Pat. Be quiet. I want to see Mr. Inkle: I have a mes sage to him from Miss Narcissa. I shall get a sight of him, new, I believe.

Trudge. May be not.

He's a little busy at present.

Pat. Busy-ha! Plodding! What! he's at his multiplication again?

Trudge. Very likely; so it would be a pity to interrupt him, you know.

Pat. Certainly; and the whole of my business was to prevent his hurrying himself.-Tell him, we shan't be ready to receive him, at the Governor's, till to-morrow, d'ye hear?

Trudge. No?

Put. No. Things are not prepared. Sir Christopher intends Mr. Inkle, you know, for his son-in-law, and must receive him in public form, (which can't be till to-morrow morning,) for the honor of his governorship: why, the whole island will ring of it.

Trudge. The devil it will!

Pat. Yes; they have talked of nothing but my mistress's beauty and fortune, for these six weeks. Then he'll be introduced to the bride, you know.

Trudge. O, my poor master!

Pat. Then a public breakfast; then a procession; then --if nothing happens to prevent it, he'll get into church and be married, in a crack.

Trudge. Then he'll get into a damn'd scrape, in a crack Pat. Hey-day! a scrape! The holy state of matrimony! Trudge. It must out.-Patty!

Put. Well?

Trudge. Can you keep a secret ?

Pat. Try me!

Trudge. Then. [Whispering,] my master keeps a girl. Pat. Oh, monstrous! another woman?

Trudge. As sure as one and one make two.

Pat. Aside.] Rare news for my mistress!-Why, I can hardly believe it: the grave, sly, steady, sober Mr. Inkle, do such a thing!

Tradge. Poh! it is always your sly, sober fellows that go the most after the girls.

Pat. Well, I should sooner suspect you.

Trudge. Me! Oh Lord! he! he!-Do you think any smart, tight, little, black-eyed wench, wou'd be struck with my figure? [Conceitedly. Pat. Pshaw! never mind your figure. Tell me how it happen'd?

Trudge. You shall hear when the ship left us ashore, my master turn'd as pale as a sheet of paper. It isn't every body that 's blest with courage, Patty.

Pat. True!

Trudge. However, I bid him cheer up; told him, to stick to my elbow: took the lead, and began our march. Pat. Well?

Trudge. We hadn't gone far, when a damn'd one-eyed black boar, that grinn'd like a devil, came down the hill in jog trot! My master melted as fast as a pot of pomatum ! Pat. Mercy on us!

Trudge. But what does I do, but whips out my deskknife, that I used to cut the quills with at home; met the monster, and slit up his throat like a pen.—The boar bled like a pig.

Pat. Lord! Trudge, what a great traveller you are! Trudge. Yes; I remember we fed on the flitch for a week.

Pat. Well, well; but the lady.

Trudge. The lady? Oh, true. By and by, we came to a cave-a large hollow room, under ground, like a warehouse in the Adelphi-Well; there we were half an hour, before I could get him to go in; there's no accounting for fear, you know. At last, in we went to a place hung round with skins, as it might be a furrier's shop, and there was a fine lady, snoaring on a bow and arrows.

Pat. What, all alone?

Trudge. Eh!- -No-no

lion by way of a lap-dog.

-Hum-She had a young

Pat. Gemini; what did you do?

Trudge. Gave her a jog, and she open'd her eyes-she struck my master immediately.

Pat. Mercy on us! with what?

Trudge. With her beauty, you ninny, to be sure and they soon brought matters to bear. The wolves witness'd the contract-I gave her away-the crows croak'd Amen; and we had board and lodging for nothing.

Pat. And this is she he has brought to Barbadoes?
Trudge. The same.

Pat. Well; and tell me, Trudge ;-she's pretty, you say-is she fair or brown? or▬▬

Trudge. Um! she's a good comely copper.

Pat. How! a tawney?

Trudge. Yes, quite dark; but very elegant; like a Wedgwood tea-pot.

Pat. Oh! the monster! the filthy fellow! Live with a blackamoor!

Trudge. Why there's no great harm in it, I hope ?

Pat. Faugh! I wouldn't let him kiss me for the world: he'd make my face all smutty.

Trudge. Zounds! you are mighty nice all of a sudden; but I'd have you to know, Madam Patty, that blackamoor ladies, as you call 'em, are some of the very few, whose complexions never rub off! S'bud, if they did, Wows and I should have changed faces by this time-But mum; not a word for your life.

Pat. Not 1! except to the Governor and family. [Aside.] But I must run-and, remember, Trudge, if your master has made a mistake here, he has himself to thank for his pains. [Exit Patty, R.

Trudge. Pshaw! these girls are so plaguy proud of their white and red! but I won't be shamed out of Wows, that's flat. Master, to be sure, while we were in the forest, taught Yarico to read, with his pencil and pocket-book. What then? Wows comes ou fine and fast in her lessons. A little awkward at first, to be sure.-Ha! ha! she's so used to feed with her hands, that I can't get her to eat her victuals, in a genteel, Christian way, for the soul of me; when she has stuck a morsel on her fork, she don't know how to guide it, but pops up her knuckles to her mouth, and the meat goes up to her ear. But, no matter-After all the fine, flashy London girls, Wowski's the wench for my money.

SONG.

A Clerk I was in London gay,
Jemmy linkum feedle,

And went in boots to see the play,
Merry fiddlem tweedle.

I march'd the lobby, twirled my stick,
Diddle, daddle, deedle;

The girls all cry'd, "He's quite the kick,"

Oh, Jemmy linkum feedle.

Hey! for America I sail,

Yankee doodle deedle;

The sailor boys cry'd, "smoke his tail!"
Jemmy linkum feedle.

On English belles I turn'd my back,
Diddle, daddle, deedle;

And got a foreign fair, quite black!
O twaddle, twaddle tweedie!

Your London girls, with roguish trip,
Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle,

May boast their pouting under-lip,
Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

My Wows would beat a hundred such,
Diddle, daddle, deedle,

Whose upper-lip pouts twice as much,
O, pretty double wheedle!

Rings I'll buy to deck her toes;
Jemmy linkum feedle;

A feather fine shall grace her nose:
Waving fiddle feedle.

With jealousy I ne'er shall burst;

Who'd steal my bone of bone-a ?

A white Othello, I can trust

A dingy Desdemona.

SCENE II-A Room in the Crown.

Enter INKLE, L.

[Exit, L.

Inkle. I know not what to think-I have given her distant hints of parting; but still, so strong her confidence in my affection, she prattles on without regarding me. Poor

Yarico! I must not-cannot quit her. When I would speak, her look, her mere simplicity, disarms me: I dare not wound such innocence. Simplicity is like a smiling babe; which, to the ruffian, that would murder it, stretching its little, naked, helpless arms, pleads, speechless, its own cause. And yet Narcissa's family

Enter TRUDGE, L.

Trudge. (L.) There he is, like a beau bespeaking a coat -doubting which colour to chuse-Sir

Inkle. (R.) What now?

Trudge. Nothing unexpected, Sir:-I hope you won't be angry.

Inkle. Angry!

Trudge. I'm sorry for it; but I come to give you joy, Sir!

Inkle. Joy!

-of what?

Trudge. A wife, Sir; a white one.-I know it will vex you; but Miss Narcissa means to make you happy to-mor row morning.

Inkle. To-morrow!

Trudge. Yes, sir; aud as I have been out of employ, in