Sir Chr. Say! why, that you were a damn'd honest, undutiful fellow. O curse such principles! Principles, which destroy all confidence between man and man—Principles which none but a rogue could instil, and none but a rogue could imbibe.—Principles——
Inkle. Which I renounce.
Sir Chr. Eh!
Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded precept too long has steeled my breast—but still 'tis vulnerable—this trial was too much—Nature, 'gainst habit combating within me, has penetrated to my heart; a heart, I own, long callous to the feelings of sensibility; but now it bleeds—and bleeds for my poor Yarico. Oh, let me clasp her to it, while 'tis glowing, and mingle tears of love and penitence. [Embracing her.]
Trudge. [Capering about.] Wows, give me a kiss! [Wowski goes to Trudge.]
Yar. And shall we—shall we be happy?
Inkle. Aye; ever, ever, Yarico.
Yar. I knew we should—and yet I feared—but shall I still watch over you? Oh! love, you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only to make her feel this happiness the greater.
Wows. [Going to Yarico.] Oh Wowski so happy!—and yet I think I not glad neither.
Trudge. Eh, Wows! How!—why not!