[Exit.
Sir Chr. Ods my life, as comely a wench as ever I saw!
Enter Yarico, who looks for some time in Inkle's face, bursts into tears, and falls on his neck.
Inkle. In tears! nay, Yarico! why this?
Yar. Oh do not—do not leave me!
Inkle. Why, simple girl! I'm labouring for your good. My interest, here, is nothing: I can do nothing from myself, you are ignorant of our country's customs. I must give way to men more powerful, who will not have me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever anxious for your welfare, I've found a kind, good person who will protect you.
Yar. Ah! why not you protect me!
Inkle. I have no means—how can I?
Yarico. Just as I sheltered you. Take me to yonder mountain, where I see no smoke from tall, high houses, filled with your cruel countrymen. None of your princes, there, will come to take me from you. And should they stray that way, we'll find a lurking place, just like my own poor cave; where many a day I sat beside you, and blessed the chance that brought you to it—that I might save your life.