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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1824 Excerpt:...you. Oro. I am troublesome: But pray gn e me your pardon. My swoll'n heart Bursts out its passage, and I must complain. 0! can you think of nothing dearer to me? Dearer than liberty, my country, friends, Much dearer than "my life? That I have lost--The tend'rest, best belov'd, and loving wife. Bland. Alas! I pity you. Oro. Do pity me: Pity's a-kin to love; and every thought Of that soft kind is welcome to my soul. 1 would be pity'd here. Blan. I dare not ask More than you please to tell me: but, if you Think it convenient to let me know Your story, I dare promise you to bear A part in your distress, if not assist you. Oro. Thou honest-hearted man! 1 wanted such, Just such a friend as thou art, that would sit Still as the night, and let me talk whole days Of my Imoinda. O! I'll tell thee all From first to last; and pray observe me well.,Bland. I will most heedfully. Oro. There was a stranger in my father's court, Valu'd and honour'd much: he was a white, The first I ever saw of your complexion: Of many virtues, and so fam'd in arms, He still commanded all my father's wars.. I was bred under him. One fatal day. The armies joining, he before me stepp'd, Receiving in his breast a poison'd dart Levell'd at me; he dy'd within my arm3. I've tir'd you already, Blan. Pray go on. Oro. He left an only daughter, whom he brought An infant to Angola. When I came Back to the court, a happy conqueror. Humanity oblig'd me to condole With this sad virgin for her father's loss, Lost for my safety. I presented her With all the slaves of battle, to atone Her father's ghost. But when I saw her face, And heard her speak, I offer'd up myself To be the sacrifice. She bow'd and blush'd; I wonder'd and ador'd. The sacred pow'r, That had subdu'd me, then inspir'd my tongue, Incli...