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Gov. This is strange!
Oro. If you but mock me with her image here: If she be not Imoinda[She looks upon him, and falls into a swoon; heruns to her. Ha! she faints ! Nay, then it must be she: it is Imoinda : My heart confesses her, and leaps for joy, To welcome her to her own empire here. " I feel her all, in ev'ry part of me.
Oh, let me press her in my eager arms, “ Wake her to life, and with this kindling kiss " Give back that soul, she only lent me. [Kisses her.
66 Gou. I am amaz'd!
« Blan. I am as much as you.
“ Oro.” Imoinda! Oh, thy Oroonoko calls.
[Imoinda coming to life.
Imo. My Oroonoko! Oh, I can't believe
What any man can say. But, if I am
To be deceiv'd, there's something in that name,
That voice, that face-
[Staring at him. Oh, if I know myself, I cannot be mistaken.
[Runs and embraces Oroonoko.
Oro. Never here :
You cannot be mistaken: I am yours,
Your Oroonoko, all that you would have,
Your tender loving husband.
Imo. All indeed
That I would have: my husband! then I am
Alive, and waking to the joys I feel :
They were so great, I could not think 'em true;
But I believe all that you say to me :
For truth itself and everlasting love
Grows in this breast, and pleasure in these arms.
Oro. Take, take me all: enquire into my heart,
(You know the way to ev'ry secret there)
My heart, the sacred treasury of love :
And if, in absence, I have misemploy'd
A mite from the rich store; if I have spent
A wish, a sigh, but what I sent to you;
May I be curs'd to wish and sigh in vain,
And you not pity me.
Imo. Oh, I believe,
And know you by myself. If these sad eyes,
Since last we parted, have beheld the face
Of any comfort, or once wish'd to see
The light of any other heav'n but you,
May I be struck this moment blind, and lose
Your blessed sight, never to find you more.
Oro. Imoinda! Oh, this separation
Has made you dearer, if it can be so,
Than you were ever to me.
Like a kind star to my benighted steps,
To guide me on my way to happiness :
I cannot miss it now. Governor, friend,
You think me mad: but let me bless you all,
Who, any ways, have been the instruments
Of finding her again. Imoinda's found!
And ev'ry thing that I would have in her.
[Embracing her with the most passionate fondnesso Stan. Where's your mistress now, governor?
Gov. Why, where most men's mistresses are forced
to be sometimes, With her husband, it seems: but I wont lose her so.
[ Aside. Stan. He has fought lustily for her, and deserves her, I'll say that for him.
Blan. Sir, we congratulate your happiness: I do most heartily.
Gov. And all of us ; but how it comes to pass
• Oro. That will require
" More precious time than I can spare you now.
“ I have a thousand things to ask her,
“ And she has many more to know of me.
“ But you have made me happier, I confess,
“ Acknowledge it, much happier, than I
" Have words or pow'r to tell you. Captain, you,
“ Ev’n you, who most have wrong’d me, I forgive.
“ I wo’not say you have betray'd me now:
“ I'll think you but the minister of Fate,
“ To bring me to my lov'd Imoinda here."
Imo. How, how, shall I receive you? how be wor-
Of such endearments, all this tenderness?
These are the transports of prosperity,
When fortune smiles upon us.
Oro. Let the fools
Who follow rtune, live upon her smiles;
All our prosperity is plac'd in love,
We have enough of that to make us happy.
This little spot of earth, you stand upong
Is more to me than the extended plains
Of my great father's kingdom. Here I reign
In full delights, in joys to pow'r unknown;
Your love my empire, and your heart my throne.
Enter ABOAN, with several Slaves, and HOTMAN.
Hotman. WHAT! to be slaves to cowards ! Slaves to rogues, who can't defend themselves !
Abo. Who is this fellow ? he talks as if he were acquainted with our design : is he one of us?
[ Aside to his own gang. Slave. Not yet: but he will be glad to make one, I believe.
Abo. He makes a mighty noise.
Hot. Go, sneak in corners; whisper out your
For fear your masters hear you: cringe and crouch
Under the bloody whip, like beaten curs,
That lick their wounds, and know no other cure.
All, wretches all ! you feel their cruelty,
As much as I can feel, but dare not groan.
For my part, while I have a life and tongue,
I'll curse the authors of my slavery.
Abo. Have you been long a slave?
Hot. Yes, many years.
Abo. And do you only curse?
Hot. Curse ! only curse ! I cannot conjure
To raise the spirits up of other men :
I am but one. Oh, for a soul of fire,
To warm and animate our common cause,
And make a body of us, then I would
Do something more than curse.
Abo. That body set on foot, you would be one,
A limb, to lend it motion.
Hot. I would be
The heart of it; the head, the hand, and heart:
Would I could see the day!
Abo. You will do all yourself.
Hot. I would do more
Than I shall speak, but I may find a time
Abo. The time may come to you; be ready for't.
Methinks he talks too much; I'll know him more,
Before I trust him farther.
[ Aside. Slave. If he dares Half what he says, he'll be of use to us.
Blan. If there be any one among you here
That did belong to Oroonoko, speak,
I come to him.
Abo. I did long to him; Aboan my name.
Blan. You are the man I want: pray come with me.