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Only to save yourselves.
[The women with their children gathering about the men.
[Preparing to engage.
fall upon their faces, crying out for pardon. Slaves, Pardon, mercy, pardon.
Oro. Let them go all. Now, Governor, I see, I own the folly of my enterprise, The rashness of this action; and must blush, Quite through this veil of night, a whitely shame, To think I could design to make those free, Who were by nature slaves; wretches design'd To be their masters dogs, and lick their feet, “ Whip, whip them to the knowledge of your gods “ Your Christian gods, who suffer you to be “ Unjust, dishonest, cowardly, and base; « And give them your excuse for being so, I would not live on the same earth with creatures, That only have the faces of their kind. Why should they look like men, who are not so? When they put off their noble natures for
The grov'ling qualities of down-cast beasts, “ I wish they had their tails.
“ Abo. Then we should know them."
Oro. We were to few before for victory, We're still enow to die, [To Imoinda and Aboan.
Gov. Live, royal Sir ;
Oro. Consent to yield! shall I betray myself?
“ Gov. Alas, we cannot fear that your small force, « The force of two, with a weak woman's arm, “ Should conquer us! I speak in the regard “ And honour of your worth, in my desire “ And forwardness to serve so great a man. " I would not have it lie upon my thoughts, " That I was the occasion of the fall " Of such a prince, whose courage, carried on “ In a more noble cause, would well deserve " The empire of the world.
i Oro. You can speak fair.
“ A rash impatience of liberty ;
« Oro. Think it what you will.
[Blan. comes forward." Blan. I'm glad you have proceeded by fair means. ·
[To the governot. I came to be a mediator.
Gov. Try what you can to work upon him.
[Ofering his sword to Oroonoko,
Oro. You have serv'd me;
you for't; and I am pleas'd to think
[Embraces him. Blan. It is not past, and I must serve you
Oro. I know what I have done ; and I should be
Blan. You sha'not need it.
Blan. You see he offers you your own conditions,
Blan. Sir, he imposes none.
Gov. He will rely on what you say to him. [To Blan,
Blan. I'll answer with my life for all he says.
Oro. Imoinda! Oh,
Blan. This way you must lose her. Think upon
With her condition, requiring rest,
Oro. There I feel
The heavenly comforts of all cheering light, “ And make the womb the dungeon of his death, 6." His bleeding mother his sad monument?”
These are the calls of nature, that call loud;
[Gives up his sword. The conflict's past, and we are in your hands. [Several men get about Oroonoko and Aboan, and
Blan. Good Heav'n forbid ! you cannot mean-
[To Blandford, who goes to Oroonoko.