_1st Plant._ I saw her this morning, gentlemen, you may depend on't. My telescope never fails me. I popp'd upon her as I was taking a peep from my balcony. A brave tight ship, I tell you, bearing down directly for Barbadoes here. _2d Plant._ Ods, my life! rare news! We have not had a vessel arrive in our harbour these six weeks. _3d Plant._ And the last brought only Madam Narcissa, our Governor's daughter, from England; with a parcel of lazy, idle, white folks about her. Such cargoes will never do for our trade, neighbour. _2d Plant._ No, no; we want slaves. A terrible dearth of 'em in Barbadoes, lately! But your dingy passengers for my money. Give me a vessel like a collier, where all the lading tumbles out as black as my hat. But are you sure, now, you ar'n't mistaken? [_To 1st Planter._] _1st Plant._ Mistaken! 'sbud, do you doubt my glass? I can discover a gull by it six leagues off: I could see every thing as plain as if I was on board. _2d Plant._ Indeed! and what were her colours? _1st Plant._ Um! why English----or Dutch----or French----I don't exactly remember. _2d Plant._ What were the sailors aboard? _1st Plant._ Eh! why they were English too----or Dutch----or French----I can't perfectly recollect. _2d Plant._ Your glass, neighbour, is a little like a glass too much: it makes you forget every thing you ought to remember. [_Cry without_, "A sail, a sail!"] _1st Plant._ Egad, but I'm right though. Now, gentlemen! _All._ Aye, aye; the devil take the hindmost. [_Exeunt hastily._ _Enter NARCISSA and PATTY._ SONG. _Freshly now the breeze is blowing,_ _As yon ship at anchor rides;_ _Sullen waves, incessant flowing,_ _Rudely dash against the sides._ _So my heart, its course impéded,_ _Beats in my perturbed breast;_ _Doubts, like waves by waves succeeded,_ _Rise, and still deny it rest._ _Patty._ Well, ma'am, as I was saying---- _Nar._ Well, say no more of what you were saying--Sure, Patty, you forget where you are; a little caution will be necessary now, I think. _Patty._ Lord, madam, how is it possible to help talking? We are in Barbadoes here, to be sure--but then, ma'am, one may let out a little in a private morning's walk by ourselves. _Nar._ Nay, it's the same thing with you in doors. _Patty._ I never blab, ma'am, never, as I hope for a gown. _Nar._ And your never blabbing, as you call it, depends chiefly on that hope, I believe. _Patty._ I have told the story of our voyage, indeed, to old Guzzle, the butler. _Nar._ And thus you lead him to imagine I am but little inclined to the match. _Patty._ Lord, ma'am, how could that be? Why I never said a word about Captain Campley. _Nar._ Hush! hush! for heaven's sake.