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Show il8 OROONOKO. BW. I muft advife w«n y SCENE IV. Oroonoko roith Aboan, Hottmari, md ft* Oro. ImpoffiWel£«g^gj^ W e k „ o w our S t i w t f ^ * ^ Woods If you ^ ^ . ^ . . " S f o r e our March: Unpaffable, that e btore ° fc Natme; Woods w e can fet on tore- w „,,/„„,«» What can oppofc « ^ J ^ d u f t r y : All things fobmit to v«tuwus y With filent joy and Adm.ution: And, were w e only M e m Worfd 80 gTCf," nnfder we have other Names, But, oh! » n ™ « * * £ fl a„d have things more dear S t a r t * - g « - -d our Wives, Onfit for fuch an Expedition: •What muft become of them. Oro W e wonnot wrong Tfe virtue of our Women, to be .eve W^ft tketfiet 'em in our Love: W*«l Provide a Ship for us. ^ 0 . An Accident I _ £ut we may fciie on that. [ OROONOKO. t%^ Oro. It fhall be fo: There is a Juft ice in it pleafcs me. Do you agree to it ? p& the Slaves. Omnes. W e follow ybu. Oro. You do no| relifh it. [To Hottmam jjott I am afraid you'll find it difficult and dangerous. Abo. Ate you the Man to find the Danger firft ? You ihou'd have giv'n Example. Dangerous! I thought you had not understood the word; you, who would be the Head, the Hand, and Heart i Sir, I remember you, you can talk well; I wonnot doubt but you'll maintain your word. Oro. This Fellow is not right, I'll try him further. [To Aboan, The Danger will be certain to us all: And Death moft certain in mifcarrying. We muft expect no Mercy, if w e fail: Therefore our w a y muft be not to expecl:: We'll put it out of Expe&ation, By Death upon the Place, or Liberty. There is no mean, but Death or Liberty. There's no Man here, I hope, but comes prepared For all that can befall him. Abo. Death is all; In moft Conditions of Humanity To be defir'd, but to be fhun'd in none: The Remedy of many; Willi of fome; And certain End of all. II there be one amorg us, w h o can fear The Face of Death appearing like a Friend, As in this Caufe of Honour Dea'h muft be: •How will he tremble, when he fees him dreft In the wild Fury of our Enemies, In all the Terrors of tl etr Cruelty ? For now if w e mould fall into their Hands, Could they invent a thonfand murd'ring ways, By racking Torments, w e fhould feel 'em all. Hot. What will become uf us.? |