-We must all take the common lot of our profeffions. Poh. Would your European laws have suffer'd crimes like these to have gone unpunish'd ?

Mor. Were all I am worth fafely landed, I have wherewithal to make almost any crime fit easy upon

me.

Poh. Have ye notions of property?

Mor. Of my own.

Pob. Would not your honest industry have been fufficient to have fupported you ?

Mor. Honeft induftry! I have heard talk of it indeed, among the common people, but all great genius's are

above it.

Fob. Have you no refpect for virtue?

Mor. As a good phrafe, Sir. But the practifers of it are fo infignificant and poor, that they are feldom found in the best company.

Pob. Is not wifdom esteem'd among you?

Mor. Yes, Sir: but only as a step to riches and power; a step that raifes ourselves, and trips up our neighbours.

Pob. Honour, and honefty, are not thofe diftinduifl'd?

Mor. As incapacities and follies. How ignorant are thefe Indians! But indeed I think honour is of fome ufe; it ferves to fwear upon.

Pob. Have you no confcioufnefs? Have you no

fhame ?

Mor. Of being poor.

Pob. How can fociety fubfift with avarice! Ye are but the forms of men. Beafts would thrust you out of their herd upon that account, and man fhould caft you out for your brutal-difpofitions.

Mer. Alexander the Great was more fuccefsful. That's all.

AIR LX. The collier has a daughter.

When right or wrong's decided,

In war or civil caufes.

We by fuccefs are guided

To blame or give applaufes.

Thus

Thus men exalt ambition,
In power by all commended,

But when it falls from high condition,
Tyburn is well attended.

Pob. Let juftice then take her course, I fhall not, interfere with her decrees. Mercy too obliges me to protect my country from fuch violences. Immediate death fhall put a stop to your further mischiefs,

Mor. This fentence indeed is hard. Without the common forms of trial! Not fo much as the counsel of a Newgate attorney! Not to be able to lay out my money in partiality and evidence! Not a friend perjur'd for me! 'Tis hard, very hard!

Pob. Let the fentence be put in execution. Lead him to death. Let his accomplices be witneffes of it, and afterwards let them be fecurely guarded till further orders.

AIR LXI. Mad Moll.

Mor. All crimes are judg'd like fornication;
While rich we are honeft no doubt:

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Fine ladies can keep reputation,
Poor laffes alone are found out.

If juftice had piercing eyes,

Like ourselves, to look within,

She'd find power and wealth a difguife
That shelter the worst of our kin.

[Exit, guarded.

Pob. How fhall I return the obligations I owe you ? Every thing in my power you may command. In making a requeft, you confer on me another benefit. For gratitude is oblig'd by occafions of making a return and every occafion must be agreeable; for a grateful mind hath more pleasure in paying than receiving.

Cav. My friendship too is impatient to give you proofs of it. How happy would you make me in allowing me to discharge that duty!

Polly.

AIR LXII. Prince George.

All friendship is a mutual debt,
The contract's inclination:

Carv. We never can that bond forget

Of tweet retaliation.

Polly. All day, and every day the fame,
We are paying and still owing;

Caw. By turns we grant, by turns we claim
The pleasure of bestowing.

Both. By turns we grant, &c.

Polly. The pleafure of having ferv'd an honourable man is a fufficient return. My misfortunes, I fear, are beyond relief.

Caw. That figh makes me fuffer. If you have a want, let me know it.

Pelly. If it is in a king's power, my power will make me happy.

Caw. If you believe me a friend, you are unjust in concealing your diftreffes from me. You deny me the privilege of friendship; for I have a right to fhare them, or redress them.

Pob. Can my treasures make you happy?

Polly. Those who have them not, think they can ; those who have them, know they cannot.

Pob. How unlike his countrymen !

Carv. While you conceal one want from me, I feel every want for you. Such obftinacy to a friend is barbarity.

Polly. Let not my reflect on interrupt the joys of your triumph. Could I have commanded my thoughts, I would have referv'd them for folitude.

Cary. Thofe fighs, and that refervednefs, are fymptoms of a heart in love. A pain that I am yet a stranger to.

Polly. Then you never have been completely wretched.

AIR

AIR LXIII. Blithe Jockey, young and gay.

Can words the pain express

Which abfent lovers know?

He only mine can guess,

Whofe heart hath felt the woe.

'Tis doubt, fufpicion, fear,

Seldom hope, oft' despair,

'Tis jealoufy, 'tis rage, in brief

'Tis every pang and grief.

Caw. But does not love often deny itself aid and comfort, by being too obftinately fecret;

that

Polly. One cannot be too open to generofity; is a fun of univerfal benignity. In concealing ourfelves from it, we but deny ourselves the blefling of its influence.

AIR LXIV. In the fields in froft and fnow.

The modeft lily, like the maid,
Its pure bloom defending,
Is of noxious dews afraid,
Soon as even's defcending.
Clos'd all night,

Free from blight,

It preferves the native white;

But at morn' unfolds its leaves,

And the vital fun receives.

Yet why should I trouble your majefty with the misfortunes of fo inconfiderable a wretch as I am?

Pob. A king's beneficence fhould be like the fun. The most humble weed fhould feel its influence, as well as the most gaudy flower. But I have the nearest concern in any thing that touches you.

Polly. You fee then at your feet the most unhappy of [Kneels, be raifes her..

women.

Caw. A woman! O my heart!

Peh. A woman!

Polly. Yes, Sir; the moft wretched of her fex. love! married! abandon'd, and in despair!

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Pob. What brought you into these countries? Polly. To find my husband. Why had not the love of virtue directed my heart? But, alas! 'tis outward appearance alone that generally engage a woman's affection! And my heart is in the poffeffion of the most profligate of mankind.

Pob. Why this difguife?

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Polly. To protect me from the violences and infults to which my fex might have expos'd me.

Caw. Had the not been married, I might have been happy.

[Afide. Polly. He ran into the madness of every vice. I deteft his principles, tho' I am fond of his perfon to distraction. Could your commands for fearch and enquiry, reftore him to me, you reward me at once with all my wishes. For fure my love ftill might reclaim him.

Caw. Had you conceal'd your fex, I had been happy in your friendship; but now, how uneafy, how reftlefs is my heart!

AIR. LXV. Whilft Igaze on Chloe.

Whilft I gaze in fond defiring,
Every former thought is loft;
Sighing, wifhing, and admiring,
How my troubled foul is toft !
Hot and cold my blood is flowing,
How it thrills in every vein !
Liberty and life are going,

Hope can ne'er relieve my pain.

Enter Indian.

Ind. The rest of the troops, Sir, are return'd from the purfuit with more prifoners. They attend your majesty's commands.

Pob. Let them be brought before us. [Exit Indian.] Give not yourself up to defpair; for every thing in my power you may command. [To Polly. Caw. And every thing in mine. But, alas! I have for I am not in my own!

none;

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