British theatre . - - . - Mr. , - - _ . _ Mr. MAN, - - - . _ Mr. Williames. Stanmore, - - - . Mr. R. Stanmore, - - - _ Mr. Benson. Daniel, - « - . - Mr. Suett. Captain Driver, - - _ - Mr. Maddox. Lackitt, - - - - Mrs. lotte Wel LDON, - - Mrs. Welldon, _ - . Miss Collins. Imoinda, - - - - - Miss PowelL COVENT-GARDEN. , ------ ^!r. Aickin. Lieutenant Governor, - - Mr. Davies.(•roonoko, - _ - - » Mr. , _ . - - > Mr, MAN, - - . _ - Mr. Thompson. Stanmore, - - . - _ Mr. Stanmor
British theatre . - - . - Mr. , - - _ . _ Mr. MAN, - - - . _ Mr. Williames. Stanmore, - - - . Mr. R. Stanmore, - - - _ Mr. Benson. Daniel, - « - . - Mr. Suett. Captain Driver, - - _ - Mr. Maddox. Lackitt, - - - - Mrs. lotte Wel LDON, - - Mrs. Welldon, _ - . Miss Collins. Imoinda, - - - - - Miss PowelL COVENT-GARDEN. , ------ ^!r. Aickin. Lieutenant Governor, - - Mr. Davies.(•roonoko, - _ - - » Mr. , _ . - - > Mr, MAN, - - . _ - Mr. Thompson. Stanmore, - - . - _ Mr. Stanmore, - - - - Mr. Maqkready. Daniel, - - - - - Mr. Quick. Captain Dr I V ER, - - - _ Mr. Fearon. Lackitt, - - ^ - Mrs. Wel LDON, - - Mrs. Bernard. Lucy Welldon, - - - - Mrs. Lewis Imoinda, - _ . - . Mrs. Pope. Planters^ Indians., Negroesy ineft, women, and children. Scene, Surinam, a colony in the West-Indies, at the times ofthe aftion of this Tragedy in the possession of the OROONOKO. ACT I. SCENE L Enter Welldon following Luc Y. will this come to ? What can it end in ? youhave persuaded me to leave dear England, and dearerLondon, the place of the world most worthy livingin, to follow you a husband hunting into America : Ithought husbands grew in these plantations. IVell. Why so they do, as thick as oranges ripeningone under another. Week after week they drop intosome womans mouth : tis but a little patience,spreading your apron in expe6tation, and one of emwill fall into your lap at last. Luc. Ay, so you say, indeed. IVell. But you have left dear London, you say :pray what have you left in London that was very dearto vou, that had not left vou before ? ^Q OROONOKO. A& I. Luc. Speak for yourself, Nay, Ill keep you in countenance. Theyoung fellows, you know, the dearest part of thetown, and without whom London had been a wilder-ness to you and me, had forsaken us a great while. Luc. Forsaken us ? I dont know that ever
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