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قراءة كتاب Inkle and Yarico: An opera, in three acts
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Inkle. It is indeed!
Yar. Oh wonder! I wish my countrywomen could see me——But won't your warriors kill us?
Inkle. No, our only danger on land is here.
Yar. Then let us retire further into the cave. Come—your safety is in my keeping.
Inkle. I follow you—Yet, can you run some risk in following me?
DUETT.
[O say, Bonny Lass.]
Inkle. O say, simple maid, have you form'd any notion
Of all the rude dangers in crossing the ocean?
When winds whistle shrilly, ah! won't they remind you,
To sigh with regret, for the grot left behind you?
Yar. Ah! no, I could follow, and sail the world over,
Nor think of my grot, when I look at my lover;
The winds, which blow round us, your arms for my pillow,
Will lull us to sleep, whilst we're rocked by each billow.
Both. O say then my true love, we never will sunder,
Nor shrink from the tempest, nor dread the big thunder:
Whilst constant, we'll laugh at all changes of weather,
And journey all over the world both together.
[Exeunt; as retiring further into the cave.
Manent Trudge and Wowski.
Trudge. Why, you speak English as well as I, my little Wowski.
Wows. Iss.
Trudge. Iss! and you learnt it from a strange man, that tumbled from a big boat, many moons ago, you say?
Wows. Iss—Teach me—teach good many.
Trudge. Then, what the devil made them so surprized at seeing us! was he like me? [Wowski shakes her head.] Not so smart a body, mayhap. Was his face, now, round and comely, and—eh! [Stroking his chin.] Was it like mine?
Wows. Like dead leaf—brown and shrivel.
Trudge. Oh, oh, an old shipwrecked sailor, I warrant. With white and grey hair, eh, my pretty beauty spot?
Wows. Iss; all white. When night come, he put it in pocket.
Trudge. Oh! wore a wig. But the old boy taught you something more than English, I believe.
Wows. Iss.
Trudge. The devil he did! What was it?
Wows. Teach me put dry grass, red hot, in hollow white stick.
Trudge. Aye, what was that for?
Wows. Put in my mouth—go poff, poff!
Trudge. Zounds! did he teach you to smoke?
Wows. Iss.
Trudge. And what became of him at last? What did your countrymen do for the poor fellow?
Wows. Eat him one day—Our chief kill him.
Trudge. Mercy on us! what damned stomachs, to swallow a tough old tar! Ah, poor Trudge! your killing comes next.
Wows. No, no—not you—no—[Running to him anxiously.]
Trudge. No? why what shall I do, if I get in their paws?
Wows. I fight for you!
Trudge. Will you? Ecod she's a brave good-natured wench! she'll be worth a hundred of your English wives.—Whenever they fight on their husband's account, it's with him instead of for him, I fancy. But how the plague am I to live here?
Wows. I feed you—bring you kid.
SONG.—WOWSKI.
[One day, I heard Mary say.]
White man, never go away——
Tell me why need you?