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M'Dole. Ay, there's the Way, my honest Friend, to live. 



[Clapping his shoulder 

 There's Ninety Weight of Sterling Beaver for you, 

 Worth all the Rum and Trinkets in my Store ; 

 And, would my Conscience let me do the Thing, 

 I might enhance my Price, and lessen theirs. 

 And raise my Profits to a higher Pitch. 



Mnrphei/. I can't but thank you for your kind Instructions, 

 As from them I expect to reap Advantage. 

 But should the Dogs detect me in the Fraud, 

 They are malicious, and would have Revenge. 



M'Dok. Can't you avoid them 1 Let their Vengeance light 

 On others Heads, no matter whose, if you 

 Are but Secure, and have the Gain in Hand ; 

 For they're inditf' rent where they take Revenge, 

 Whether on him that cheated, or his Friend, 

 Or on a Stranger whom they never saw. 

 Perhaps an honest Peasant, who ne'er dreamt 

 Of Fraud or Villainy in all his Life ; 

 Such let them murder, if the}'" will, a Score, 

 The Guilt is theirs, while we secure the Gain, 

 Nor shall we feel the bleeding Victim's Pain. [Exeunt 



Scene II. — A Desart. 

 Enter Orsbourn and Honny3Ian, T'wo English Hunters. 



Orshourn. Long have we toil'd, and rang'd the woods in vain ; 

 No Game, nor Track, nor Sign of any Kind 

 Is to be seen ; I swear I am discourag'd 

 And weary'd out with this long fruitless Hunt. 

 No Life on Earth besides is half so hard, 

 So full of Disappointments, as a Hunter's : 

 Each Morn he wakes he views the destin"d Prey, 

 And counts the Profits of th' ensuing Day ; 

 Each Ev'ning at his curs'd ill Fortune pines. 

 And till next Day his Hope of Gain resigns. 

 By Jove, I'll from these Desarts hasten home. 

 And swear that never more I'll touch a Gun. 



Honnyman. These hateful Indians kidnap all the Game. 

 Curse their black Heads ! .they fright the Deer and Bear, 

 And ev'ry Animal that haunts the Wood, 

 Or by their Witchcraft conjure tliem away. 

 No Englishman can get a single Shot, 



