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ACT II.

Scene I.

Widow Lackitt's House.
Widow Lackitt, Welldon.
Well.

This is so great a Favour, I don't know how to receive it.

Wid.

O dear Sir! you know how to receive and how to return
a Favour, as well as any body, I don't doubt it: 'Tis not
the first you have had from our Sex, I suppose.

Well.

But this is so unexpected.

Wid.

Lord, how can you say so, Mr. Welldon? I won't
believe you. Don't I know you handsome Gentlemen expect
every thing that a Woman can do for you? And by my troth
you're in the right on't: I think one can't do too much for a
Handsome Gentleman; and so you shall find it.

Well.

I shall never have such an Offer again, that's certain:
What shall I do? I am mightily divided.—

[pretending a concern.
Wid.
Divided! O dear, I hope not so, Sir.
If I marry, truly I expect to have you to my self.

Well.

There's no danger of that, Mrs. Lackitt. I am divided
in my thoughts. My Father upon his Death-bed oblig'd me to

see my Sister dispos'd of, before I married my self. 'Tis that
sticks upon me. They say indeed Promises are to be broken or
kept; and I know 'tis a foolish thing to be tied to a Promise;
but I can't help it: I don't know how to get rid of it.

Wid.

Is that all?

Well.

All in all to me. The Commands of a dying Father,
you know, ought to be obey'd.

Wid.

And so they may.

Well.

Impossible, to do me any good.

Wid.

They shan't be your hindrance. You wou'd have a
Husband for your Sister, you say: He must be very well to
pass too in the world, I suppose?

Well.

I wou'd not throw her away.

Wid.

Then marry her out of hand to the Sea-Captain you
were speaking of.

Well.

I was thinking of him, but 'tis to no purpose: She
hates him.

Wid.

Does she hate him? Nay, 'tis no matter, an Impudent
Rascal as he is, I wou'd not advise her to marry him.

Well.

Can you think of no body else?

Wid.

Let me see.

Well.

Ay, pray do: I shou'd be loth to part with my good
fortune in you for so small a matter as a Sister: But you find
how it is with me.

Wid.

Well remembred, I'saith: Well, if I though you
wou'd like of it, I have a Husband for her: What do you
think of my Son?

Well.

You don't think of it your self.

Wid.

I protest but I do: I am in earnest, if you are. He
shall marry her within this half hour, if you'll give your consent
to it.

Well.

I give my consent! I'll answer for my Sister, she
shall have him: You may be sure I shall be glad to get over
the difficulty.

Wid.

No more to be said then, that difficulty is over. But
I vow and swear you frightned me, Mr. Welldon. If I had
not had a Son now for your Sister, what must I have done,
do you think? Were not you an ill-natur'd thing to boggle at
a Promise? I cou'd break twenty for you.

Well.

I am the more oblig'd to you: But his Son will
save all.

Wid.

He's in the house; I'll go and bring him my self.
[going.
You wou'd do well to break the business to your Sister: She's
within, Ill send her to you.—

[going again, comes back.
Well.

Pray do.

Wid.

But d'you hear? Perhaps she may stand upon her
Maidenly Behaviour, and blush, and play the fool, and delay:
But don't be answer'd so: What! she is not a Girl at these
years: Shew your Authority, and tell her roundly, she
must be married immediately. I'll manage my Son, I warrant
you.—

[goes out in haste.
Well.

The Widow's in haste, I see: I thought I had laid a
rub in the road, about my Sister: But she has stept over
that. She's making way for her self as fast as she can; but
little thinks where she is going: I cou'd tell her she is going
to play the fool: But people don't love to hear of their
faults: Besides, that is not my business at present.
So, Sister, I have a Husband for you.—

[Enter Lucia.
Luc.

With all my heart: I don't know what Confinement
Marriage may be to the Men, but I'm sure the Women have
no liberty without it. I am for any thing that will deliver
me from the care of a Reputation, which I begin to find impossible
to preserve.

Well.

I'll ease you of that care: You must be married immediately.

Luc.

The sooner the better; for I am quite tir'd of setting
up for a Husband. The Widow's foolish Son is the man, I
suppose.

Well.

I consider'd your Constitution, Sister; and finding
you wou'd have occasion for a Fool, I have provided accordingly.

Luc.

I don't know what occasion I may have for a Fool
when I'm married: But I find none but Fools have occasion to
marry.

Well.

Since he is to be a Fool then, I thought it better for
you to have one of his Mother's making than your own;
'twill save you the trouble.

Luc.

I thank you; you take a great deal of pains for me:
But, pray tell me, what are you doing for your self all this
while?

Well.

You were never true to your own secrets, and therefore

I won't trust you with mine. Only remember this, I
am your elder Sister, and consequently laying my Breeches
aside, have as much occasion for a Husband as you can have.
I have a Man in my eye, be satisfied.

Enter Widow Lackitt, with her Son Daniel.
Wid.

Come, Daniel, hold up thy head, Child: Look like a
Man: You must not take it as you have done. Gad's my life!
there's nothing to be done with twirling your Hat, Man.

Dan.

Why, Mother, what's to be done then?

Wid.

Why look me in the face, and mind what I say to you.

Dan.

Marry, who's the fool then? what shall I get by
minding what you say to me?

Wid.

Mrs. Lucy, the Boy is bashful, don't discourage him:
Pray come a little forward, and let him salute
you.

[Going between Lucia and Daniel.
Luc.

A fine Husband I am to have truly.

[to Welldon.
Wid.

Come, Daniel, you must be acquainted with this Gentlewoman.

Dan.

Nay, I'm not proud, that is not my fault: I am presently
acquainted when I know the Company; but this Gentlewoman
is a stranger to me.

Wid.

She is your Mistress; I have spoke a good word for
you; make her a Bow, and go and kiss her.

Dan.

Kiss her! Have a care what you say; I warrant she
scorns your words. Such Fine Folk are not us'd to be slopt and
kiss'd. Do you think I don't know that, Mother?

Wid.
Try her, try her, Man.
Why that's well done; go nearer her.

[Daniel bows, she thrusts him forward:
Dan.

Is the Devil in the Woman? Why so I can go
nearer her, if you would let a body alone.
[To his Mother.
Cry you mercy, forsooth; my Mother is always shaming one
before company: She wou'd have me as unmannerly as her
self, and offer to kiss you.

[To Lucia.
Well.

Why, won't you kiss her?

Dan.

Why, pray, may I?

Well.

Kiss her, Kiss her, Man.

Dan.

Marry, and I will. [Kisses her.]
Gadsooks! she
kisses rarely! An' please you, Mistress, and seeing my Mother

will have it so, I don't much care if I kiss you again, forsooth.

[Kisses her again.
Luc.

Well, how do you like me now?

Dan.

Like you! marry, I don't know. You have bewitch'd
me, I think: I was never so in my born days before.

Wid.

You must marry this Fine Woman, Daniel.

Dan.

Hey day! marry her! I was never married in all my
life. What must I do with her then, Mother?

Wid.

You must live with her, eat and drink with her,
go to bed with her, and sleep with her.

Dan.

Nay, marry, if I must go to bed with her, I shall
never sleep, that's certain: She'll break me of my rest, quite
and clean, I tell you before-hand. As for eating and drinking
with her, why I have a good stomach, and can play my part
in any company. But how do you think I can go to bed to a
Woman I don't know?

Well.

You shall know her better.

Dan.

Say you so, Sir?

Well.

Kiss her again.

[Daniel kisses Lucy.
Dan.

Nay, kissing I find will make us presently acquainted.
We'll steal into a Corner to practise a little, and then I shall
be able to do any thing.

Well.

The Young Man mends apace.

Wid.

Pray don't baulk him.

Dan.

Mother, Mother, if you'll stay in the room by me,
and promise not to leave me, I don't care for once if I venture
to go to bed with her.

Wid.

There's a good Child; go in and put on thy best
Cloaths; pluck up a spirit: I'll stay in the room by thee.
She won't hurt thee, I warrant thee.

Dan.

Nay, as to that matter, I'm not afraid of her: I'll
give her as good as she brings: I have a Rowland for her Oliver,
and so you may tell her.

[Exit.
Wid.

Mrs Lucy, we shan't stay for you: You are in a readiness,
I suppose.

Well.

She's always ready to do what I wou'd have her, I
must say that for my Sister.

Wid.

'Twill be her own another day. Mr. Welldon, we'll
marry 'em out of hand, and then—

Well.
And then, Mrs. Lackitt, look to your self.—

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Oroonoko and Blanford.
Oro.
You grant I have good reason to suspect
All the professions you can make to me.

Blan.
Indeed you have.

Oro.
The Dog that sold me did profess as much
As you can do.—But yet I know not why,—
Whether it is because I'm fall'n so low,
And have no more to fear.—That is not it:
I am a Slave no longer than I please.
'Tis something nobler.—Being just my self,
I am inclining to think others so:
'Tis that prevails upon me to believe you.

Blan.
You may believe me.

Oro.
I do believe you.
From what I know of you, you are no Fool:
Fools only are the Knaves, and live by Tricks:
Wise men may thrive without 'em, and be honest.

Blan.
They won't all take your counsel.—

[aside.
Oro.
You know my Story, and you say you are
A Friend to my Misfortunes: Thats a name
Will teach you what you owe your self and me.

Blan.
I'll study to deserve to be your Friend.
When once our Noble Governor arrives,
With him you will not need my Interest:
He is too generous not to feel your wrongs.
But be assur'd I will employ my pow'r,
And find the means to send you home again.

Oro.
I thank you, Sir.—My honest, wretched Friends!
Their Chains are heavy: They have hardly found
[sighing.
So kind a Master. May I ask you, Sir,
What is become of 'em? Perhaps I shou'd not.
You will forgive a Stranger.

Blan.
I'll enquire, and use my best endeavours, where they are,
To have 'em gently us'd.

Oro.
Once more I thank you.
You offer every Cordial that can keep
My Hopes alive, to wait a better day.
What Friendly Care can do, you have apply'd.
But, Oh! I have a Grief admits no Cure.

Blan.
You do not know, Sir,—

Oro.
Can you raise the dead?
Pursue and overtake the Wings of Time?
And bring about again the Hours, the Days,
The Years that made me happy.

Blan.
That is not to be done.

Oro.
No, there is nothing to be done for me.
[Kneeling and kissing the Earth.
Thou God ador'd! thou ever-glorious Sun!
If she be yet on Earth, send me a Beam
Of thy All-seeing Power to light me to her.
Or if thy Sister Goddess has preferr'd
Her Beauty to the skies to be a Star;
O tell me where she shines, that I may stand
Whole Nights, and gaze upon her.

Blan.
I am rude, and interrupt you.

Oro.
I am troublesome:
But pray give me your Pardon. My swoll'n Heart
Bursts out its passage, and I must complain.
O! can you think of nothing dearer to me?
Dearer than Liberty, my Countrey, Friends,
Much dearer than my Life? that I have lost.
The tend'rest, best belov'd, and loving Wife.

Blan.
Alas! I pity you.

Oro.
Do, pity me:
Pity's a-kin to Love; and every thought
Of that soft kind is welcome to my Soul.
I wou'd be pity'd here.

Blan.
I dare not ask more than you please to tell me: but if you
Think it convenient to let me know
Your Story, I dare promise you to bear
A part in your Distress, if not assist you.

Oro.
Thou honest-hearted man! I wanted such,
Just such a Friend as thou art, that would sit
Still as the night, and let me talk whole days
Of my Imoinda. O! Ill tell thee all
From first to last; and pray observe me well.

Blan.
I will most heedfully.

Oro.
There was a Stranger in my Father's Court,
Valu'd and honour'd much: He was a White,
The first I ever saw of your Complexion:
He chang'd his gods for ours, and so grew great;
Of many Virtues, and so fam'd in Arms,
He still commanded all my Father's Wars.
I was bred under him. One Fatal Day,
The Armies joining, he before me stept,
Receiving in his breast a Poyson'd Dart
Levell'd at me; He dy'd within my Arms.
I've tir'd you already.

Blan.
Pray go on.

Oro.
He left an only Daughter, whom he brought
An Infant to Angola. When I came
Back to the Court, a happy Conqueror;
Humanity oblig'd me to condole
With this sad Virgin for a Father's Loss,
Lost for my safety. I presented her
With all the Slaves of Battel to attone
Her Father's Ghost. But when I saw her Face,
And heard her speak, I offer'd up my self
To be the Sacrifice. She bow'd and blush'd;
I wonder'd and ador'd. The Sacred Pow'r
That had subdu'd me, then inspir'd my Tongue,
Inclin'd her Heart; and all our Talk was Love.

Blan.
Then you were happy.

Oro.
O! I was too happy.
I marry'd her: And though my Countrey's Custom
Indulg'd the Privilege of many Wives,
I swore my self never to know but her.
She grew with Child, and I grew happier still.
O my Imoinda! but it cou'd not last.
Her fatal Beauty reach'd my Father's Ears:
He sent for her to Court, where, cursed Court!
No Woman comes, but for his Amorous Use.
He raging to possess her, she was forc'd
To own her self my Wife. The furious King
Started at Incest: But grown desperate,
Not daring to enjoy what he desir'd,
In mad Revenge, which I cou'd never learn,
He Poyson'd her, or sent her far, far off,
Far from my hopes ever to see her more.

Blan.
Most barbarous of Fathers! the sad Tale
Has struck me dumb with wonder.

Oro.
I have done.
I'le trouble you no farther: now and then,
A Sigh will have its way; that shall be all.

[Enter Stanmore.
Stan.
Blandford, the Lieutenant Governour is gone to your Plantation.
He desires you wou'd bring the Royal Slave with you.
The sight of his fair Mistriss, he says, is an Entertainment
For a Prince; he wou'd have his opinion of her.

Oro.
Is he a Lover?

Blan.
So he says himself: he flatters a beautifull
Slave, that I have, and calls her Mistress.

Oro.
Must he then flatter her to call her Mistriss?
I pity the proud Man, who thinks himself
Above being in love: what, tho' she be a Slave,
She may deserve him.

Blan.
You shall judge of that, when you see her, Sir.

Oro.
I go with you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A Plantation.
[L. Governour following Imoinda.]
Gov.
I have disturb'd you, I confess my fault,
My fair Clemene, but begin again,
And I will listen to your mournfull Song,
Sweet as the soft complaining Nightingales.
While every Note calls out my trembling Soul,
And leaves me silent, as the Midnight Groves,
Only to shelter you, sing, sing agen,
And let me wonder at the many ways
You have to ravish me.

Imo.
O! I can weep
Enough for you, and me, if that will please you.

Gov.
You must not weep: I come to dry your Tears,
And raise you from your Sorrow. Look upon me:
Look with the Eyes of kind indulging Love,
That I may have full cause for what I say:
I come to offer you your liberty,
And be my self the Slave. You turn away.
[Following her.
But every thing becomes you. I may take
This pretty hand: I know your Modesty
Wou'd draw it back: but you wou'd take it ill,
If I shou'd let it go, I know you wou'd.
You shall be gently forc'd to please your self;
That you will thank me for.
[She struggles, and gets her hand from him, then he offers to kiss her.
Nay if you struggle with me, I must take—

Imo.
You may, my life, that I can part with freely.

[Exit.
[Enter Blanford, Stanmore, Oroonoko to him.]
Blan.

So, Governour, we don't disturb you, I hope: your Mistriss
has left you: you were making Love, she's thankfull for
the Honour, I suppose.

Gov.
Quite insensible to all I say, and do:
When I speak to her, she sighs, or weeps,
But never answers me as I wou'd have her.

Stan.
There's something nearer than her Slavery, that touches her.

Blan.
What do her fellow Slaves say of her? cann't they find the cause?

Gov.

Some of 'em, who pretend to be wiser than the rest, and
hate her, I suppose, for being us'd better than they are, will
needs have it that she's with Child.

Blan.
Poor wretch! if it be so, I pity her:
She has lost a husband, that perhaps was dear
To her, and then you cannot blame her.

Oro.
If it be so, indeed you cannot blame her.

[Sighing.
Gov.
No, no, it is not so: if it be so,
I still must love her: and desiring still,
I must enjoy her.

Blan.
Try what you can do with fair means, and wellcome.

Gov.
I'll give you ten Slaves for her.

Blan.
You know she is our Lord Governour's: but if I could
Dispose of her, I wou'd not now, especially to you.

Gov.
Why not to me?

Blan.
I mean against her Will. You are in love with her.
And we all know what your desires wou'd have:
Love stops at nothing but possession.
Were she within your pow'r, you do not know
How soon you wou'd be tempted to forget
The Nature of the Deed, and, may be, act
A violence, you after wou'd repent.

Oro.
'Tis Godlike in you to protect the weak.

Gov.
Fye, fye, I wou'd not force her. Tho' she be
A Slave, her Mind is free, and shou'd consent.

Oro.
Such Honour will engage her to consent:
And then, if you'r in love, she's worth the having.
Shall we not see this wonder?

Gov.
Have a care;
You have a Heart, and she has conquering Eyes.

Oro.
I have a Heart: but if it cou'd be false
To my first Vows, ever to love agen,
These honest Hands shou'd tear it from my Breast,
And throw the Traytor from me. O! Imoinda!
Living or dead, I can be only thine.

Blan.
Imoinda was his Wife: she's either dead,
Or living, dead to him: forc't from his Arms
By an inhuman Father. Another time
I'le tell you all.

[To Gov. and Stanmore.]
Stan.
Hark! the Slaves have done their work;
And now begins their Evening merriment.

Blan.
The Men are all in love with fair Clemene
As much as you are: and the Women hate her,
From an instinct of natural jealousie.
They sing, and dance, and try their little tricks
To entertain her, and divert her sadness.
May be she is among 'em: shall we see?

[Exeunt.
The Scene drawn shews the Slaves, Men, Women, and Children upon the Ground, some rise and dance, others sing the following Songs.
A SONG. [By an unknown hand.] Sett by Mr. Courtevill, and sung by the Boy to Miss Cross.

A SONG, by Mr. Cheek. Sett by Mr. Courtevill, and sung by Mr. Leveridge.

During the Entertainment, the Governour, Blanford, Stanmore, Oroonoko, enter as Spectators; that ended, Captain, Driver, Jack Stanmore, and several Planters enter with their Swords drawn.
[A Bell rings.
Capt.
Where are you, Governour? make what hast you can
To save your self, and the whole Colony.
I bid 'em ring the Bell.

Gov.
What's the matter?

J. Stan.
The Indians are come down upon us:
They have plunder'd some of the Plantations already,
And are marching this way, as fast as they can.

Gov.
What can we do against 'em?

Blan.
We shall be able to make a stand,
Till more Planters come in to us.

J. Stan.
There are a great many more without,
If you wou'd show your self, and put us in order.

Gov.
There's no danger of the White Slaves, they'll not stir:
Blanford, and Stanmore come you along with me:
Some of you stay here to look after the Black Slaves.

All go out but the Captain, and 6 Planters, who all at once seize Oroonoko.
1. Plan.
Ay, ay, let us alone.

Capt.
In the first place we secure you, Sir,
As an Enemy to the Government.

Oro.
Are you there, Sir, you are my constant Friend.

1 Plan.
You will be able to do a great deal of mischief.

Capt.
But we shall prevent you: bring the Irons hither.

He has the malice of a Slave in him, and wou'd be glad to be
cutting his Masters Throats, I know him. Chain his hands
and feet, that he may not run over to 'em: if they have him,
they shall carry him on their backs, that I can tell 'em.

[As they are chaining him, Blanford enters, runs to 'em.
Blan.

What are you doing there?

Capt.

Securing the main chance: this is a bosom enemy.

Blan.

Away you Brutes: I'll answer with my life for his behaviour;
so tell the Governour.

Capt., Plan.

Well, Sir, so we will.

Exeunt Capt. and Planters.
Oro.

Give me a Sword and I'll deserve your trust.

A Party of Indians enter, hurrying Imoinda among the Slaves; another Party of Indians sustains 'em retreating, follow'd at a distance by the Governour with the Planters: Blanford, Oroonoko joyn 'em.
Blan.

Hell, and the Devil! they drive away our Slaves before
our Faces. Governour, can you stand tamely by, and suffer
this? Clemene, Sir, your Mistriss is among 'em.

Gov.
We throw our selves away, in the attempt to rescue 'em.

Oro.
A Lover cannot fall more glorious,
Than in the cause of Love. He that deserves
His Mistress's favour wonnot stay behind:
I'le lead you on, be bold, and follow me.

Oroonoko at the head of the Planters, falls upon the Indians with a great shout, beats 'em off.
Imoinda enters.
Imo.
I'm tost about by my tempestuous Fate,
And no where must have rest; Indians, or English!
Whoever has me, I am still a Slave.
No matter whose I am, since I am no more,
My Royal Masters; Since I'm his no more.
O I was happy! nay, I will be happy,
In the dear thought that I am still his Wife,
Tho' far divided from him.

[Draws off to a corner of the Stage.
After a shout, enter the Governour with Oroonoko, Blanford, Stanmore, and the Planters.
Gov.
Thou glorious Man! thou something greater sure
Than Cæsar ever was! that single Arm
Has sav'd us all: accept our general thanks.
All bow to Oroonoko.
And what we can do more to recompense
Such noble services, you shall command.
Clemene too shall thank you,—she is safe—
Look up, and bless your brave deliverer.

[Brings Clemene forward, looking down on the ground.
Oro.
Bless me indeed!

Blan.
You start!

Oro.
O all you Gods!
Who govern this great World, and bring about
Things strange, and unexpected, can it be?

Gov.
What is't you stare at so?

Oro.
Answer me some of you, you who have power,
And have your Senses free: or are you all
Struck thro' with wonder too?

[Looking still fixt on her.
Blan.
What wou'd you know?

Oro.
My Soul steals from my Body thro' my Eyes:
All that is left of life, I'll gaze away,
And die upon the Pleasure.

Gov.
This is strange!

Oro.
If you but mock me with her Image here:
If she be not Imoinda—
Ha! she faints!
She looks upon him, and falls into a Swoon, he runs to her.
Nay, then it must be she: it is Imoinda:
My Heart confesses her, and leaps for joy,
To welcome her to her own Empire here.
I feel her all, in every part of me.
O! let me press her in my eager Arms,
Wake her to life, and with this kindling Kiss
Give back that Soul, she only sent to me.

[Kisses her.
Gov.
I am amaz'd!

Blan.
I am as much as you.

Oro.
Imoinda! O! thy Oroonoko calls.

[Imoinda coming to life.
Imo.
My Oroonoko! O! I can't believe
What any Man can say. But if I am
To be deceiv'd, there's something in that Name,
That Voice, that Face,
[Staring on him,
O! if I know my self, I cannot be mistaken.

[Runs, and embraces Oroonoko.
Oro.
Never here;
You cannot be mistaken: I am yours,
Your Oroonoko, all that you wou'd have,
Your tender loving Husband.

Imo.
All indeed
That I wou'd have: my Husband! then I am
Alive, and waking to the Joys I feel:
They were so great, I cou'd not think 'em true.
But I believe all that you say to me:
For Truth it self, and everlasting Love
Grows in this Breast, and pleasure in these arms.

Oro.
Take, take me all: enquire into my heart,
(You know the way to every secret there)
My Heart, the sacred treasury of Love:
And if, in absence, I have mis-employ'd
A Mite from the rich store: if I have spent
A Wish, a Sigh, but what I sent to you:
May I be curst to wish, and sigh in vain,
And you not pity me.

Imo.
O! I believe,
And know you by my self. If these sad Eyes,
Since last we parted, have beheld the Face
Of any Comfort; or once wish'd to see
The light of any other Heaven, but you:
May I be struck this moment blind, and lose
Your blessed sight, never to find you more.

Oro.
Imoinda! O! this separation
Has made you dearer, if it can be so,
Than you were ever to me. You appear
Like a kind Star to my benighted Steps,
To guide me on my way to happiness:
I cannot miss it now. Governour, Friend,
You think me mad: but let me bless you all,
Who, any way, have been the Instruments
Of finding her again. Imoinda's found!
And every thing, that I wou'd have in her.

[Embracing her in the most passionate Fondness.
Stan.
Where's your Mistriss now, Governour?

Gov.
Why, where most Men's Mistrisses are forc'd to be sometimes,
With her Husband, it seems: but I won't lose her so.

[Aside.
Stan.
He has fought lustily for her, and deserves her, I'll say that for him.

Blan.
Sir we congratulate your happiness: I do most heartily.

Gov.
And all of us: but how it comes to pass—

Oro.
That will require more precious time than I can spare you now.
I have a thousand things to ask of her,
And she as many more to know of me.
But you have made me happier, I confess,
Acknowledge it, much happier, than I
Have words, or pow'r to tell you. Captain, you,
Ev'n you, who most have wrong'd me, I forgive.
I won't say you have betray'd me now:
I'll think you but the minister of Fate,
To bring me to my lov'd Imoinda here.

Imo.
How, how shall I receive you? how be worthy
Of such Endearments, all this tenderness?
These are the Transports of Prosperity,
When Fortune smiles upon us.

Oro.
Let the Fools, who follow Fortune, live upon her smiles.
All our Prosperity is plac'd in Love.
We have enough of that to make us happy.
This little spot of Earth you stand upon,
Is more to me, than the extended Plains
Of my great Father's Kingdom. Here I reign
In full delights, in Joys to Pow'r unknown;
Your Love my Empire, and your Heart my Throne.

[Exeunt.