Inkle. From a far distant island; driven on this coast by distress, and deserted by my companions.
Yar. And do you know the danger that surrounds you here? Our woods are filled with beasts of prey—my countrymen too——(yet, I think they cou'd'nt find the heart)—might kill you.——It would be a pity if you fell in their way——I think I should weep if you came to any harm.
Trudge. O ho! It's time, I see, to begin making interest with the chamber maid. [Takes Wowski apart.]
Inkle. How wild and beautiful! sure there is magic in her shape, and she has rivetted me to the place. But where shall I look for safety? let me fly and avoid my death.
Yar. Oh! no—don't depart.——But I will try to preserve you; and if you are killed, Yarico must die too! Yet, 'tis I alone can save you; your death is certain, without my assistance; and, indeed, indeed you shall not want it.
Inkle. My kind Yarico! what means, then, must be used for my safety?
Yar. My cave must conceal you: none enter it, since my father was slain in battle. I will bring you food by day, then lead you to our unfrequented groves by moonlight, to listen to the nightingale. If you should sleep, I'll watch you, and awake you when there's danger.
Inkle. Generous maid! Then, to you will I owe my life; and whilst it lasts, nothing shall part us.
Yar. And shan't it, shan't it indeed?
Inkle. No, my Yarico! For when an opportunity offers to return to my country, you shall be my companion.