I understand we make a fair Division,
And have no Words nor Fraud among ourselves.
Sharp.
We throw the whole into one common Stock,
And go Copartners in the Loss and Gain.
Thus most who handle Money for the Crown
Find means to make the better Half their own;
And, to your better Judgments with Submission,
The self Neglecter's a poor Politician.
| These Gifts, you see will all Expences pay; | } |
| Heav'n send an Indian Treaty every Day; | |
| We dearly love to serve our King this way. |
The End of the First Act.
ACT II.
Scene I. An Indian House.
Enter Philip and Chekitan from hunting, loaded with venison.
Philip.
The Day's Toil's ended, and the Ev'ning smiles
With all the Joy and Pleasantness of Plenty.
Our good Success and Fortune in the Chace
Will make us Mirth and Pastime for the Night.
How will the old King and his Hunters smile
To see us loaded with the fatt'ning Prey,
And joyously relate their own Adventures?
Not the brave Victor's Shout, or Spoils of War,
Would give such Pleasure to their gladden'd Hearts.