Inkle and Yarico: An opera, in three acts

by George Colman

To search for food I climb'd the mountain;

And when the night no form reveal'd,

Jocund we sought the bubbling fountain.

Then, then would joy my bosom fill;

Ah! think on this and love me still.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

An Apartment in the House of Sir Christopher Curry.

Enter Sir Christopher and Medium.

Sir Chr. I tell you, old Medium, you are all wrong. Plague on your doubts! Inkle shall have my Narcissa. Poor fellow! I dare say he's finely chagrined at this temporary parting—Eat up with the blue devils, I warrant.