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Show %lo *" O R O O N O K O. And let me wonder at the many ways You have to ravifh me. E n ^ h ° t o r V o " - T m e , if that will pleafe you. E GOV Yo/muft not weep: I come to dry your TeaJ And ra'ife vou from your Sorrow Look upon me: took with the Eye/of kind induing Love, I come to offer you your Liberty, And be m y felf the Slave. Y o u turn away. [Follo^ But every thing becomes you. I may take This pretty Hand: I k n o w your Modefty Would draw it back: But you wouid take it ill ]f I fhould let it go, I k n o w you w o u d Y o u fhall be gently forc'd to pleafe your felf5 That you will thank m e tor. [She ftruggles, and gets her Hand from km, tknk fers to kifs her. N a y if you ftruggle with me, I muft take , Imo You may, m y Life, that I can part with fm! Enter Blanford, Stanmore, and Oroonoko to him. Blan. So, Governor, w e don't difturb you, I' Your Miftrefs has left you: Y o u were making Love thankful for the Honour, I fuppofe. Gov. Quite infenfible to all I fay, and do: W h e n I {peak to her, fhe fighs, or weeps, But never anfwers m e as I would have her. Stan. There's fornething nearer than her Slavery, tla touches her. ' r , • .\ , .. Blan. What do her Fellow Slaves fay of her? cant;* find the Caufe? .J Gov. Some of 'em, w h o pretend to be wifer thm-reft, and hate her, 1 fuppofe, for being us'dbett^ they are, will needs have it that fhe s with Child, Blan. Poor Wretch! if it be fo, I pity her: She has loft a Husband, that perhaps was dear T o her, and then you cannot blame her. Oro. If k be ib, indeed you cannot blame her, r OR O O N O K O. XII Gov. N o , no, it is not fo: If it be fo, ftill muft love her: And defiring ftill, muft enjoy her. Blan. Try what you can do with fair Means,and wel-cotne* Gov. I'll give you ten Slaves for her. Blan. You k n o w fhe is our Lord Governor's: But if I could difpofe of her, I would not now, efpecially to you. Gov. W h y not to me? Blan. I fnean againft her Will. Y o u are in love with her* And we all k n o w what your Defires would have: Love flops at nothing but PofTeffion, Were fhe within your Power, you do not k n ow How foon you would be tempted to forget the Nature of the Deed, and, may be, acl: A Violence, you after would repent. Oro. 'Tis Godlike in you to protect the weak. Gov. Fie, fie, I would not force her. Tho' fhe be A Slave, her Mind is free, and fhould confent, Oro. Such Honour will engage her to confent; And then, if you're in love, (he's worth thc having. Shall we not fee this Wondei ? . Gov. Have a care $ ou have a Heart, and fhe has conquering Eyes. Oro. I have a Heart: But if it could be falfe To my firft V o w s , ever to love again, Thefe honeft Hands fhould tear it from m y Breaft, And throw the Traytor from me. O! Imoinda \ Living or dead, I can be only thine. Blan. Imoinda was his Wife: She's either dead, Or living, dead to him: Forc'd from his Arms By an inhuman Father. Another time I'll tell you all. [To the Gov. and Stan; Stan. Hark! the Slaves have done their Work* And now begirts their Evening Merriment. Blan. The Men are all in love with fair Clemene As much as you are: And the W o m e n hate her, From an inftindt. of natural Jealoufie. They fmg, and dance,, and try their little Trick* To |