of her infant, whom he had warmly adopted; and for whom, in case of a discovery, everything was to be dreaded from his resentment. And, indeed,
|though the alteration in my condition might||90|
|and has bequeathed his whole estate to him we||95|
STUKELY. Now then you are not longer bound to secrecy.
STOCK. True: but before I publicly reveal myself,
|I could wish to make some experiment of my||100|
|I should under that of his father.||105|
A Sailor enters, ushering in several black Servants, carrying portmanteaus, trunks, &c.
SAILOR. Save your honor! is your name Stockwell, pray?
STOCK. It is.
SAILOR. Part of my master Belcour's baggage
|an't please you; there's another cargo not far||5|
STOCK. Prithee, friend, what dumb creatures do you speak of; has Mr. Belcour brought over a
|collection of wild beasts?||10|
SAILOR. No, Lord love him; no, not he: let me see; there's two green monkeys, a pair of grey parrots, a Jamaica sow and pigs, and a Mangrove1 dog; that's all.
|STOCK. Is that all?||15|
SAILOR. Yes, your honor; yes, that's all; bless his heart; 'a might have brought over the whole island if he would; 'a didn't leave a dry eye in it.
STOCK. Indeed! Stukely, show 'em where to
|bestow their baggage. Follow that gentleman.||20|
SAILOR. Come, bear a hand, my lads, bear a hand.
Exit with STUKELYand Servants.
STOCK. If the principal tallies with his purveyors, he must be a singular spectacle in this place: he has a friend, however, in this seafaring fellow; 'tis no
|bad prognostic of a man's heart, when his ship||25|
Scene changes to a drawing-room. A Servant discovered setting the chairs by, &c. A Woman Servant enters to him.
HOUSEKEEPER. Why, what a fuss does our good master put himself in about this West Indian: see what a bill of fare I've been forced to draw out: seven and nine, I'll assure you, and only a family
|dinner as he calls it: why if my Lord Mayor||5|
SERV. I wish to my heart you had but seen the loads of trunks, boxes, and portmanteaus he has
|sent hither. An ambassador's baggage, with all||10|
HOUSEK. A fine pickle he'll put the house into: had he been master's own son, and a Christian Englishman, there could not be more rout2 than
|there is about this Creolian, as they call 'em.||15|
SERV. No matter for that; he's very rich, and that's sufficient. They say he has rum and sugar enough belonging to him, to make all the water in the Thames into punch. But I see my master's
STOCKWELLenters, followed by a Servant.
STOCK. Where is Mr. Belcour? Who brought this note from him?
SERV. A waiter from the London Tavern, sir; he says the young gentleman is just dressed, and
|will be with you directly.||5|
STOCK. Show him in when he arrives.
SERV. I shall, sir. -- (Aside.) I'll have a peep at him first, however; I've a great mind to see this outlandish spark. The sailor fellow says he'll make
|rare doings amongst us.||10|
STOCK. You need not wait; leave me.
Let me see. (Reads.)
I write to you under the hands of the hairdresser;
slipped on some fresh clothes, I will have the honor of paying you my devoirs.
as soon as I have made myself decent, and 15
|He writes at his ease; for he's unconscious to||20|