Pri. You dare not do 't. Jaf. Indeed, my lord, I dare not. My heart, that awes me, is too much my master; Three years are passed since first our vows were plighted, During which time, the world must bear me witness, I've treated Belvidera like your daughter, The daughter of a senator of Venice; Distinction, place, attendance, and observance, Pri. No more. Jaf. Yes, all, and then adieu forever. There's not a wretch that lives on common charity Those pageants of thy folly; Reduce the glittering trappings of thy wife Drudge to feed loathsome life; get brats, and starve ! Jaf. Yes, if my heart would let me This proud, this swelling heart; home I would go, (Exit.) And we will bear our wayward fate together, But ne 'er know comfort more! * (Enter Belvidera.) Belvidera. My lord, my love, my refuge! Jaf. As when our loves Were in their spring! Has then my fortune changed thee? Kind, good and tender, as my arms first found thee? Than did thy mother, when she hugged thee first, Jaf. Can there in woman be such glorious faith? Eternal joy, and everlasting love! Bel. If love be treasure, we 'll be wondrous rich. O! lead me to some desert, wide and wild, Barren as our misfortunes, where my soul May have its vent, where I may tell aloud, To the high heavens, and every listening planet, Undone by fortune, and in debt to thee! Canst thou bear cold and hunger? Can these limbs, Endure the bitter grips of smarting poverty? As suddenly we shall be, to seek out, In some far climate, where our names are strangers, When in a bed of straw we shrink together, And the bleak winds shall whistle round our heads, Wilt thou then I'll make this arm a pillow for thy head; And, as thou sighing liest, and swelled with sorrow, Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest; Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning. Jaf. Hear this, you heavens, and wonder how you made her! Reign, reign, ye monarchs, that divide the world! Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Tranquillity and happiness like mine; Like a poor merchant, driven to unknown land, DANIEL DEFOE. 1661-1731. Defoe was born in London, and was the son of a butcher. He engaged in several varieties of trade, but without success. He took the side of the Whigs, in the political controversies of his day, and turned his ironical and satirical talents against his opponents so powerfully, that he was charged with libel by the House of Commons, fined, set in the pillory, and imprisoned. In a Hymn to the Pillory, he wittily calls it "A hieroglyphic state machine, Yet, his character stood so high that he was employed by the court of Queen Anne on a mission to Scotland. He at length abandoned politics, and at the age of fifty-five, after "his spirit had been broken, and his means wasted, by persecution, and his health struck down by apoplexy," composed his Robinson Crusoe, and a great number of fictions that followed it. His life" seems to have been one of continued struggle with want, dulness, and persecution. He died insolvent, author of two hundred and ten books and pamphlets. As a novelist he was the father of Richardson, and partly of Fielding; as an essayist, he suggested the Tatler and Spectator; and in grave irony he may have given to Swift his first lessons." [From the "Life of Colonel Jack."] THE TROUBLES OF A. YOUNG THIEF. I HAVE often thought since that, and with some mirth too, how I had really more wealth than I knew what to do with, [five pounds, his share of the plunder ;] - for lodging I had none, nor any box or drawer to hide my money in, nor had I any pocket but such as I say was full of holes. I knew nobody in the world, that I could go and desire them to lay it up for me; for, being a poor, naked, ragged boy, they would presently say I had robbed somebody, and perhaps lay hold of me, and my money would be my crime, as they say it often is in foreign countries; and now, as I was full of wealth, behold I was full of care, for what to do to secure my money, I could not. tell; and this held me so long, and was so vexatious to me the next day, that I truly sat down and cried. Nothing could be more perplexing than this money was to me, all that night. I carried it in my hand a good while, for it was in gold all but 14s.; and that is to say, it was four guineas, and that 14s. was more difficult to carry than the four guineas. At last, I sat down and pulled off one of my shoes, and put the four guineas into that; but after I had gone a while, my shoe hurt me so I could not go; so I was faiu to sit down again, and take it out of my shoe, and carry it in my hand; then I found a dirty linen rag in the street, and I took that up, and wrapt it all together, and carried it in that a good way. * * * Well, I carried it home with me to my lodging in the glasshouse, and when I went to go to sleep, I knew not what to do with it; if I had let any of the black crew I was with know of it, I should have been smothered in the ashes for it, or robbed of it, or some trick or other put upon me for it; so I knew not what to do, but lay with it in my hand, and my hand in my bosom; but then sleep went from mine eyes. O, the weight of human care! I, a poor beggar-boy, could not sleep, so soon as I had but a little money to keep, who, before that, could have slept upon a heap of brick-bats, stones or cinders, or anywhere, as sound as a rich man does on his down bed, and sounder too. Every now and then dropping asleep, I should dream that my money was lost, and start like one frightened; then, finding it fast in my hand, try to go to sleep again, but could not for a long while; then drop and start again. At last a fancy came into my head, that if I fell asleep, I should dream of the money, and talk of it in my sleep, and tell that I had money; which, if I should do, and one of the rogues should hear me, they would pick it out of my bosom, and my hand too, without waking me; and after that thought, I could not sleep a wink more: so I passed that night over in care and anxiety enough; and this, I may safely say, was the first night's rest that I had lost by the cares of this life, and the deceitfulness of riches. As soon as it was day, I got out of the hole we lay in, and rambled abroad in the fields towards Stepney; and there I mused and considered what I should do with this money, and many a time I wished that I had not had it; for, after all my ruminating upon it, and what course I should take with it, or where I should put it, I could not hit upon any one thing, or any possible method to secure it; and it perplexed me so, that at last, as I said just now, I sat down and cried heartily. When my crying was over, my case was the same; I had the money still, and what to do with it I could not tell. At last it |