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And heard her speak, I offered up myself
Blan. Then you were happy.
Oro. Oh, I was too happy!
grew with child, and I grew happier still.
Blan. Most barbarous of fathers! The sad tale
Oro. I have done.
Stan. Blandford, the lieutenant-governor is gone to
your plantation. He desires you would bring the royal slave with you. The sight of his fair mistress, he says, is an entertainment for a prince. He would have his opinion of her.
Oro. Is he a lover?
Blan. So he says himself: he flatters a beautiful v slave that I have, and calls her mistress.
Oro. Must he then flatter her to call her mistress?
deserve him. Blan. You shall judge of that when you see her,
À Plantation. "Lieutenant Governor following IMOINDA.
Gov. I have disturb'd you. I confess my faults,
Imo. Oh, I can weep
Gov. You must not weep: I come to dry your
tears, And raise you from your sorrow. Look upon me: “ Look with the eyes of kind indulging love, “ That I may have full cause for what I say :" I came to offer you your liberty, And be myself the slave. You turn away;
[Following her. But every thing becomes you. I may take This pretty hand: I know your modesty Would draw it back; but you would take it ill If I should let it go; I know ye would. You shall be gently forc’d to please yourself: That you will thank me for. [She struggles and gets her hand from him, then he offers to
kiss her. Nay, if you struggle with me, I must takeImo. You may my life, that I can part with freely.
[Exit. Enter BLANDFORD, STANMORE, and OROONOKO. Blan. So, Governor, we don't disturb you, I
hope. Your mistress has left you. You were making love: She's thankful for the honour, I suppose.
Gov. Quite insensible to all I say and do. When I speak to her, she sighs, or weeps; But never answers me as I would have her.
Stan. There's something nearer than her slavery that touches her.
Blan. What do her fellow slaves say of her? Can't they find the cause.
Gov. Some of them, who pretend to be wiser than the rest, and hate her, I suppose, for being used better than they are, will needs have it that she is with child.
Blan. Poor wretch! if it be so, I pity her.
Blan. Try what you can do with fair means, and welcome.
Gov. I'll give you ten slaves for her.
Blan. You know she is our lord governor's; but, if I could dispose of her, I would not now, especially to
with her ;
Oro. 'Tis godlike in you to protect the weak.
Gov. Fie, fie ! I would not force her. Tho' she be A slave, her mind is free, and should consent.
Oro. Such honour will engage her to consent:
Gov. Have a care ;
Oro. I have a heart; but if it could be false
Blan. Imoinda was his wife : she's either dead,
[To the Gov. and Stan. Stan. Hark! the slaves have done their work; And now begins their evening merriment.
Blan. The men are all in love with fair Clemene As much as you are; and the women hate her, From an instinct of natural jealousy. They sing, and dance, and try their little tricks To entertain her, and divert her sadness. May be she is among them. Shall we see. [Exeunt.