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Rh Runaway negroes, rogues transported, too,

Escaping from the godly discipline

Of our Virginia plantations

It is enough that I am safe arriv'd,

So that must serve, good Madam Pomeroy.

I pray you, pardon me, for I must go.

(Exit door )

(To herself):

So you are tacit, Madam, close and coy? But I have guess'd your secret trulyfirst, Not long from England, that is certain sure, At night, on foot, all baggageless, alone, By unfrequented by-ways hither come, Lame, where the anklet gall'd her, clear as day! A prisoner from the plantation 'scap'd.

(Looking from window as appears from garden.)

Avis, sweet child, what would you with me?