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Of these cursed white men, such a whoop of war,
.. . . (Exeunt.
Scene, the Spanish Prison.
RAYMOND followed by an Officer. .
I was bid To wait upon you.
Raym. I want no attendance : When I am bed-rid, I will send for you. I would be left alone: it is your business To see I do not starve, the rest is mine. (Exit Officer.) These Spaniards have me in the toil, and think To shape my spirit to their purposes. First they would soothe me: if that fails, 'tis like I shall have stripes anon; just so they use A beast, by pampering his appetite. By violence they think to paralyse The holy powers of nature, but they shall find That food, nor blows, caress, nor chastisement, Shall bury in oblivion the foul wrong By which I'm here.
(Enter ABDALLAH.) Which of the devils art thou ?
Abd. The slave Abdallah.
Raym. For what purpose ?
Abd. To be your slave too,
Raym. Away, I have no appetites that need
(She sings to the guitare)
The sun is sunk beneath the wave,
Does tangling forest yex thy way?
Raym. What can this mean? Is it her custom
No, her father, He bad her come and sing.
Raym. Sits the wind so ?
I thank you, lady,
Was there no further purport in your visit ?
You have guess'd well
Raym. Hear then a simple tale, That to the purpose shall speak plain and full: Some years are past (no matter now the cause) Like jarring friends, I and my country parted; I sought my fortune 'midst the Indian creeks, 'Twas at the close of a long sultry day, Upon a wild savanna, faint with hunger, Shook with a fever, I look'd round in vain, For trace of living object, man or beast : But all was horrid stillness - on the ground I lay me down in absolute despair, So very sick at heart, that when at last My jaded senses dropt into oblivion, I car'd not, if mine eye-lids, as they clos'd, Should ever open on another dawn.' But long I slept not; sudden in mine ear These accents softly whisper'dWake, poor man.