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Show •IHI C JJ O K- O. -i2, O R ° • - and bid us ftrike. T o head our Enterp"^ and t> Oro. What wouldjou d°-T h r o a t s< ib0 e And Too woPuld have me join in your Defig, 0filrdVervesabet«rName: TWir be it what it will, tis \*™T» 5;defence, and natural Liberty. Oro. I'll hear no more on t. Abo I am forry for t. O^NormallyoutMnkofit. Abo Not think ot it! O°o Mo 1 command you oot. jOi K^^Jfa and tt command Y o u are a Slave y£ux i It, Qf fcJ V "^ fi ft Momfnt they put on my Chain, v " rhouaht of nothing but the weight of 'em. AV„d h o w fo l o w 'em off: Can yours Gt diet Or. I have a Senfe of m y Condition Aspamkar.dasouick.asyourscanbe. T feel for m y Imoinda, and m y felf; T w l much the tendered Part of me. Murder the Innocent! ti'SmtSSmb, whom you wouldr^ ,r Q W « thev did not make us Slaves j i a r K h ^ ^ h ^ ^ay of Trade: 5 s w e hfve done before 'em, bought and fold As w e ^ thought it wrong. K Pa5 ou Price for us, and'we are now V t JrPProDeW a part of their Eftate, Their Property, > p kc ffle fiCt> T o manage as they^P eaie. rv I do not tamely fay, that w e All they couldlay upon us: But w e tina The'load fohght,fo little to be felt, (C OROONOKO; a*3 (Confidering they have us in their Power,1 And may inflict what Grievances they pleafe) We ought not to coraplain. Abo. M y Royal Lqrd! you do not k n o w the heavy Grievances, The Toils, the Labours, weary Drudgeries, Which they impofe j Burdens, more fit for Beafts; For fenfelefs Beafts to bear, than thinking Men. Then if you faw the bloody Cruelties, They execute on every flight Offence ; Nay fomefimes in their proud, infulting Sport: How worfe than Do^s,they lafh their Fellow-Creatures: Your Heart would bleed for'em. O could you know How many Wretches lift their Hands and Eyes To you, for their Relief. Oro. I pity 'em. And wifh I could with Honefty do more. Abo. You muft do more, and may, with Honefty. 0 Royal Sir, remember w h o you are, A Prince, born for the good of other Men: Whofe God-like Office is to draw the Sword Againft Oppreflion, and fet free Mankind: And this I'm fure, you think Oppreflion now. What tho' you have not felt thefe Miferics, Never believe you are oblig'd to them : They have their felrifh Reafons, may be, now, For ufing of you well: But there will come A Time, when you muft have your fhare of 'em.' Oro. You fee h o w little Caufe I have to think'fo: Favour'd in m y o w n Perfon, in m y Friends; Indulg'd in all that can concern m y Care, In my Imoinda s foft Society. [Embracing her. Abo. And therefore would you lye contented down, In the forgetfulnefs, and Arms of Love, To get young Princes for 'em ? Oro. Say'ft thou! ha! Abo. Princes, the Heirs of Empire, and the laft Of your illuftrious Lineage, to be born To pamper up their Pride, and be their Slaves? Oro. Imoinda I fave me, fave m e from that Thought K 4 imo* |