Inkle and Trudge come forward.
Inkle. Our language!
Trudge. Zounds, she has thrown me into a cold sweat.
Yar. Hark! I heard a noise! Wowski, awake! whence can it proceed? [She awakes Wowski, and they both come forward—Yarico towards Inkle; Wowski towards Trudge.]
Yar. Ah! what form is this?——are you a man?
Inkle. True flesh and blood, my charming heathen, I promise you.
Yar. What harmony in his voice! What a shape! How fair his skin too——[Gazing.]
Trudge. This must be a lady of quality, by her staring.
Yar. Say, stranger, whence come you?