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Show ,-,8 OROONOKO. . a u.-rted Man! I wanted fuch, Or* Thou . J ^ g S t % t would fit BSSS5SSftS,i*^ Valu'd and honour d mucn. HC w T h V ^^SdsloCSTnfrgrew greati He *™Z**£°%Afo ftrnM in Arms, f^ bred ^^Sffjfc* The Arm." joming, he ^ t y ^F ^eXV^eTy'dJithinmyArm, I've tir'd you already. Zl?S^Y Daughter, whom hebrou^ An infant to Angola. When I "me Back to the Court, a happy Conqueror, Humanity oblig'd m e to condole With this fad Virgin for a Fathers Lofs, Loll for m y Safety. I prefented her With all the Slaves of Battel to attone H e Father's Ghoft. But when ftw h Face, And heard her fpeak, I offer'd up m y felt T o be the Sacrifice. She bow'd »nd blufc i; I wonder'd and a d o * . The Sacred P o wr That had futdu'd me, then infpir d m y Tongue, fndm'd her Heart; and all our Talk was Lo,e. Blan. Then you were happy- Oro O ' 1 was too happy. - . I £Zfd her: And though m y Country's Cuftono Indulg'd the Privilege of many Wives, [ fwore m y felf never to k n o w but her. S h H r e w with Child, and I grew happier full O m y Imomdal but it could not laft. Her fatal Beauty reach'd m y Father s Ears H e fiot for her to Court, where, curfed Court. I OROONOKO. 2,09 JJ0 Woman comes, but for his Amorous Ufe." He raging to poflefs her, fhe was forc'd To own her felf m y Wife. The furious King Started at Inceft: But grown defperate, Not daring to enjoy what he defiYd, In mad Revenge, which I could never learn, He poifon'd her, or fent her far, far off, Far from m y Hopes ever to fee her more. Blan. Moft barbarous of Fathers! the fad Tale Hasftruck m e d u m b with Wonder. Oro. I have done. I'll trouble you no farther: N o w and then A Sigh will have its w a y ; that (hall be all. Enter Stan more. Stan. Blanford, the Lieutenant Governor is gone to your plantation. He defires you would bring the Royal Slave with you. The fight of his fair Miftrefs, he fays, is an Entertainment for a Prince; he would have his Opinion of her. Oro. Is he a Lover ? Blan. So he fays himfelf: H e flatters a beautiful Slave,1 that I have, and calls her Miftrefs ? Oro. Muft he then flatter her to call her Miftrefs? I piry the proud Man, w h o thinks himfelf Above being in love: What, tho' (he be a Slave, She may deferve him. Blan. You (hall judge of that, w h e n you fee her, Sir. Oro. I go with you. [Exeunt. SCENE A Plantation. L. Governour following Imoinda. Gov. I have difturb'd you, I confefs my Fault, My fair Clemene, but begin again, And I will liften to your mournful Song, Sweet as the foft complaining Nightingales. While every Note calls out m y trembling Soul, And leaves m e filent, as the Midnight Groves, Only to fhelter you; {ing, £ng again, m And |