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Show -•-6 O R O O N O K O. ^ , • -.Race of Light anew, T o run his gl°t'0B* ^ e Lov?, Love will be And carry ° n '-^ and m y Fame the next. M y firft A m b m o n . and m y ^ ^ ^ Mv Eyes areturn'd againft me, and combine With m y fworn Enemies, to represent This "peftacle of Honour. Aboaal M y ever faithful Friend! Abo I have no N a m e , - Thatcan diftinguiih m e from the vik Earth T o which I'm going'- A poor, abjeft Worm, Thafcrawl'd a while upon a buttling World, And n o w a m trampled to m , Duft again. Oro. I fee thee galht, and mangled. Abo Spare m y Shame To» tell h o w they have us'dme: But believe •The Hangman's Hand would have been merciful. D o not you fcorn me, Sir, to think 1 can Intend to live under this Infamy. I do not come for Pity, to complain. I've fpent an honourable Lite with you; The earlieft Servant of your nfing Fame, And would attend it with m y hteft Care: M y Life was yours, and fo fhall be m y Death. You muft not live. Bending and finking, I have dragg'd m y Steps Thus far, to tell you that you cannot live: T o warn you of thofe ignominious Wrongs, Whips, Rods, and all thc Inftruments of Death, Which I have felt, and are jrepar'd for you. This was the Duty that 1 had to pay; 'Tis dene, and n o w I beg to be difchargd. 1 Oro. What fhall I do tor thee? Abo. M y Body tires, And wonnot bear m e oft to Liberty: I fhall again be taken, made a Slave. A Sword, a Dagger yet would refcue me. I have not Strength to go to find out Deato, Y o u muft direcl: him to me. ^W±J*Wrfi?5 O R O O N O K O . 257 Oro. Here he is, r~. .. ^ The only Prefent I can make thee oo£ ™ ^ "^ And next the honourable means of Life, J WOald beftow rhe honeft means of Death Abo. I cannot ftay to thank you, If there is A Being after this, I (hall be yours In the next World, your faithful Slave again. This is to try [Stabs himfelf] I had a living Senfe f all your royal Favours, but this laft Strikes thro' m y Heart. I wonnot fay farewell, For you muft follow m e . r^^ Oro. In Lite, and Death, L The Guardian of m y Honour ! Follow thee ! I fhould have gone before thee : Then perhaps Thy Fate had been prevented. All his Care Was to preferve m e from the barbarous Rage Thatworry'd him, only for being mine. Why, why, you Gods.! w h y a m I fo accurft, That it muft be a Reafon of your Wrath, A Guilt, a Crime fufficient to the Fate Of any one, but to belong to m e ? My Friend has found it, and m y Wife will foon : My Wife ! the very Fear's too much for Life ; I can't fupport it. Where ? Imoinda \ O h ! [Going out, fhe meets him, running into his Arms] Thou Bofom Softnefs ! D o w n of all m y Cares ! I could recline m y Thoughts upon this Breaft 0 a Forgetfulnefs of all m y Griefs, And yet be happy : But it wonnot be. hou art diforder'd, pale, and out of Breath ! r Fate purfues thee, find a flielter here. Hi is it thou wouldft tell m e ? Imo. Tis in vain to call him Villain. Oro. Call him Governor : Is it not fo ? Imo. There's not another fure. Oro. Villain's the c o m m o n N a m e of Mankind here, it his moft properly. What! what of him ? fear to be refolv'd, and muft enquire/ I had thee in his Power. Imo. I blulh to think it. Ort. |
