H._abject._ Go to her, Mr.Hogs--Hogs--Hogsbristles, what's your name?
Don't be afraid, man--don't give it up--she's not crying--only _summat_ has made her eyes red--she has got a sty in her eye, I believe---- _( going.)_ _Melesinda._ You are not going, Betty?
_Maid._ O, Madam, never mind me--I shall be back in the twinkling of a pig's whisker, as they say.
[_Exit._ _Mr.H._ Melesinda, you behold before you a wretch who would have betrayed your confidence--but it was love that prompted him; who would have trick'd you, by an unworthy concealment, into a participation of that disgrace which a superficial world has agreed to attach to a name--but with it you would have shared a fortune not contemptible, and a heart--but 'tis over now.

That name he is content to bear alone--to go where the persecuted syllables shall be no more heard, or excite no meaning--some spot where his native tongue has never penetrated, nor any of his countrymen have landed, to plant their unfeeling satire, their brutal wit, and national ill manners--where no Englishmen--( Here_ MELESINDA, _who has been pouting during this speech, fetches a deep sigh.)_ Some yet undiscovered Otaheite, where witless, unapprehensive savages shall innocently pronounce the ill-fated sounds, and think them not inharmonious.
_Melesinda._ Oh! _Mr.H._ Who knows but among the female natives might be found---- _Melesinda._ Sir! (_raising her head._) _Mr.H._ One who would be more kind than--some Oberea--Queen Oberea.
_Melesinda._ Oh! _Mr.H._ Or what if I were to seek for proofs of reciprocal esteem among unprejudiced African maids, in Monomotopa?
_Enter Servant._ _Servant._ Mr.Belvil.

[_Exit._ _Enter_ BELVIL.
_Mr.H._ Monomotopa (_musing._) _Belvil._ Heyday, Jack! what means this mortified face?
nothing has happened, I hope, between this lady and you?
I beg pardon, Madam, but understanding my friend was with you, I took the liberty of seeking him here.

Some little difference possibly which a third person can adjust--not a word.

Will you, Madam, as this gentleman's friend, suffer me to be the arbitrator--strange--hark'ee, Jack, nothing has come out, has there?
you understand me.