Dan. Marry, and I will. [Kisses her.] Gadzooks, she kisses rarely! An' please you, mistress, and, seeing my mother will have it so, I don't much care if I kiss you again, forsooth. [Kisses her again. Luc. Well, how do you like me now? Dan. Like you! Marry, I don't know. You have bewitched me, I think. I was never so in days before. my born Wid. You must marry this fine woman, Daniel. Dan. Hey-day! marry her! I was never married in all my life. What must I do with her then, mother? Wid. You must live with her, eat and drink with her, go to bed with her, and sleep with her. Dan. Nay, marry, if I must go to bed with her, I shall never sleep, that's certain: she'll break me of my rest, quite and clean, I can tell you before-hand. As for eating and drinking with her, why, I have a good stomach, and can play my part in any company. But how do you think I can go to bed to a woman I don't know? Well. You shall know her better. Dan. Say you so, Sir? Well. Kiss her again. [Daniel kisses Lucy. Dan, Nay, kissing, I find, will make us presently acquainted. We'll steal into a corner to practise a little; and then I shall be able to do any thing. Well. The young man mends apace. Wid. Pray don't baulk him. Dan. Mother, mother, if you'll stay in the room D by me, and promise not to leave me, I don't care, for once, if I venture to go to bed with her. Wid. There's a good child; go in, and put on thy best clothes. Pluck up a spirit; I'll stay in the room by thee. She won't hurt thee, I warrant thee. Dan. Nay, as to that matter, I am not afraid of her. I'll give her as good as she brings. I have a Rowland for her Oliver, and so thou may tell her. [Exit. Wid. Mrs. Lucy, we sha'n't stay for you: you are in readiness, I suppose. Well. She is always ready to do what I would have her, I must say that for my sister. Wid. 'Twill be her own another day, Mr. Welldon; we'll marry them out of hand, and thenWell. And then, Mrs. Lackitt, look to yourself. [Exeunt. Enter OROONOKO and BLANDFORD. "Oro. You grant I have good reason to suspect "All the professions you can make to me. "Blan. Indeed you have. "Oro. The dog that sold me did profess as much "As you can do-But yet, I know not why"Whether it is because I'm fallen so low, "And have no more to fear-That is not it: ́“I am a slave no longer than I please. " "Tis something nobler-Being just myself, "I am inclining to think others so: " 'Tis that prevails upon me to believe you. "Blan. You may believe me. "Oro. I do believe you. "From what I know of you, you are no fool: "Fools only are the knaves, and live by tricks : "Wise men may thrive without them, and be honest. "Blan. They won't all take your counsel. [Aside.” Oro. "You know my story, and" you say you are A friend to my misfortunes: that's a name Will teach you what you owe yourself and me, Blan. I'll study to deserve to be your friend. When once our noble governor arrives, With him you will not need my interest: He is too generous not to feel your wrongs. But be assur'd I will employ my pow'r, And find the means to send you home again. Oro. I thank you, Sir-My honest, wretched friends! What is become of them? Perhaps I should not. Blan. I'll enquire, And use my best endeavours, where they are, To have them gently us❜d. Oro. Once more I thank you. You offer every cordial that can keep My hopes alive, to wait a better day. What friendly care can do, you have apply'd : But, oh! I have a grief admits no cure. Blan. You do not know, Sir Oro. Can you raise the dead? Pursue and overtake the wings of time, And bring about again the hours, the days, Blan. That is not to be done. Oro. No, there is nothing to be done for me. [Kneeling and kissing the earth. Thou god ador'd! thou ever-glorious sun! If she be yet on earth, send me a beam Of thy all-seeing pow'r to light me to her ; Or, if thy sister goddess has preferr'd Her beauty to the skies, to be a star, Oh, tell me where she shines, that I may stand Blan. I am rude, and interrupt you. Oro. I am troublesome : But pray, give me your pardon. My swoll'n heart Oro. Do, pity me: Pity's akin to love; and every thought I would be pity'd here. Blan. I dare not ask More than you please to tell me : but if you Think it convenient to let me know Your story, I dare promise you to bear Oro. Thou honest-hearted man! I wanted such, From first to last! and, pray, observe me well. Oro. There was a stranger in my father's court, Blan. Pray, go on. Oro. He left an only daughter, whom he brought An infant to Angola. When I came Back to the court, a happy conqueror, Humanity oblig'd me to condole With this sad virgin, for a father's loss; Her father's ghost. But, when I saw her face, |