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Show «•• xo6 OROONOKO. Wel. She's always ready to do what I would hare d we'll marry 'cm out of Hand, and then-- Wel. And then, Mrs. ****• look to your felf ...[J SCENE II. Enter Oroonoko and Blanford. Oro. Y o u grant I have good Reafon to fufpecl: AH the Profefiions you can make to me. Blan. Indeed you have. Oro The D o g that fold m e did proreis as much As vou can do But yet I k n o w not w h y - Whether it is becaufe I'm fall'n fo low, And have no more to fear That is not it: I am<a SJave no longer than I pleafe. 'Tis fornething Nobler Being juft m y felf, l a m inclining to think others fo: 'Tis that prevails upon m e to believe you. L Blan. You may believe me. Oro. I do believe you. From what 1 k n o w oi you, you are no Fool: Fools only are the Knaves, and live by Tricks: yftfe M e n may thrive without 'em, and be honeft. Blan. They won't all take your C o u n f e l - [Afk Oro. Y o u k n o w m y Story, and you fay you are A Friend to m y Misfortunes: That's a Name Will teach you what you o w e your felf and me. Blan. I'll ftudy to deferve to be your Friend. W h e n once our Noble Governor arrives, With him you will not need m y Intereft: H e is too generous not to feel your Wrongs. But be alTur'd I will employ m y Pow'r, And find the means to fend you home again. Oro. I thank you, Sir iMy honeft, wretchedFried Their Chains are heavy: They have hardly found [Si. So kind a Mafter. May 1 ask you, Sir, What is become of 'em ? Perhaps I fhould not. Y o u will forgive a Stranger. O R O O N O K O . XO? Blan. V\\ enquire, And ufe m y beft Endeavours, where they are To have 'em gently us'd. I Ore. Once more I thank you. you offer every Cordial that can keep My Hopes alive, to wait a better Day. What Friendly Care can do, you have apply'd* But, Oh! I have a Grief admits no Cure. Blan. You do not know, Sir Oro. Can you raife the dead ? purfueand overtake the Wings of Time? And bring about again the Hours, the Days> The Years that made m e happy ? Blan. That is not to be done. Oro. No, there is nothing to be done for me^ [Kneeling and kiffmg the Earth. Thou God ador'd! thou ever-glorious Sun! If Ihe be yet on Earth, fend m e a Beam Of thy All-feeing Power to light m e to her. Or if thy Sifter Goddefs has preferr'd Her Beauty to the Skies to be a Star; 0 tell me where fhe (nines, that I m a y ftand Whole Nights, and gaze upcvi her. Blan. 1 am rude, and interrupt you. Oro. I am troublefome: But pray give m e your Pardon. M y fwoll'n Heart Burfts out its paffage, and I muft complain. 0! can you think of nothing dearer to m e ? Dearer than Liberty, m y Country, Friends, Much dearer than m y Life? that I have loft. The tend'reft, beft belov'd, and loving Wife. Blan. Alas! I pity you. Oro. Do, pity m e: "ity's a-kin to Love; and every Thought f that foft kind is welcome to m y Sou?. would be pity'd here. Blan. I dare not ask 'ore than you pleafe to tell m e : But if you hink it convenient to let m e k n ow .our Story, I dare promife you to bear m in your Diftrefs, if not affift you. Oro. |