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determined to make love to the first woman he meets, what bave you to do but, if you should like him, to fall in love with the first man you meet.
Alm. Will you be my lover then ?
Flor. Husband! Pray, madam, how long do marriages last in your country ?
Alm. No longer than affection.
Flor. Why that in most European states would be a very reasonable time: pray how long is it here?
Alm. Only till death.
Flor. Umph—that is rather an unreasonable time; but if you and I should marry, will it be necessary we should like together so long?
Alm. Oh, no! by no means.
Flor. I'll be passionately fond of you whilst I stay in this part of the country.
Alm. I shall expect no more.
Flor. And you will be content to take me upon those terms?
Alm. Most gladly.
Flor. Upon my soul the women here understand common sense.
(Aside.) Alm. But you must leave me now. Flor. Leave you ?
Alm. Yes, immediately.
Flor. This is confoundedly tantalizing. (Aside.) Farewell, I forget your name tho'.
Flor. Abacoa: a very pretty name. We must part in the European fashion. (Kisses her.) Who would suppose her to be a Catabaw by the taste of her lips.
(Exit. Alm. alone. This may produce excellent sport, but now to rest. I'll dream of some device to punish him for thus letting me seduce him from myself.
Scene, a Prison.
RAYMOND sleeping.--ABDALLAH enters with a dagger,
and listens. Abd. Soundly he sleeps : the blow were easy now, yet should I strike amiss and wake him. Ha !
[He retires. RAYMOND starts from his sleep. Raym. Away; I will not go: unlock my hand,
For thou art death. Am I awake? amazement !
It is Abdallah,
Raym. 'Tis strange you should intrude your offices, And, like a worm, crawl to be trod upon.
Abd. What can I do?
If you will be a slave
How the rogue bestirs him.
No, 'tis wine, 'twill cheer Thy sinking heart, and make it dance with joy.
Raym. I will have none on't, 'tis the damned juice That makes fools ideots, and the quick-brain'd mad.
Your European poison, well no matter. (Takes the
Abd. (Trembling.) Nothing.
Then 'tis so. (Aside.)
(ABDALLAH falls prostrate.)
Poison, on my life.
Oh, yes ! till you forgive me. Raym. Who set you on? the governor? 'twas he, He promis'd thee reward ?
Abd. Yes, great reward, my liberty.
Abd. He told me I should see again my country,
I forgive thee.
Come, give me drink, I do not fear thee now.
(ABDALLAH goes out.) This governor to steal man's birthright from him, And bribe him with't to shed his fellow's blood.
vernor Forgive thee too ? Abd.
If you would trust me.
Abd. Out on the shore.
Raym. Or been murder'd ?