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 tricked 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 Englishman--(_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. In Monornotopa (_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'e, Jack, nothing has come out, has there? you understand me. Oh I guess how it is--somebody has got at your secret, you hav'n't blabbed it yourself, have you? ha! ha! ha! I could find in my heart--Jack, what would you give me if I should relieve you-- MR. H. No power of man can relieve me (_sighs_) but it must lie at the root, gnawing at the root--here it will lie. BELVIL No power of man? not a common man, I grant you; for instance, a subject--it's out of the power of any subject. MR. H. Gnawing at the root--there it will lie. BELVIL Such a thing has been known as a name to be changed; but not by a subject--(_shews a Gazette_).