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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Ponteach + The Savages of America + +Author: Robert Rogers + +Editor: Montrose J. Moses + +Release Date: June 26, 2009 [EBook #29223] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PONTEACH *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Brownfox and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="tnote"><p class="center"><b>Transcribers' Note:</b></p> +<p>This e-book contains the text of <i>Ponteach</i>, extracted from +<b>Representative Plays by American Dramatists: Vol 1, 1765-1819</b>. Comments and +background to all the plays, and links to the other plays are available +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/29221/29221-h/29221-h.htm">here</a>.</p> +<p>For your convenience, the transcribers have provided the following links:</p> +<p class="center"> +<a href="#Major_Rogers"><b>Major Robert Rogers.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#DRAMATIS_PERSONAE"><b>Dramatis Personæ</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_I"><b>ACT I.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_II"><b>ACT II.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_III"><b>ACT III.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_IV"><b>ACT IV.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ACT_V"><b>ACT V.</b></a><br /> +</p> +<p>Spelling as in the original has been preserved.</p> +</div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> + + + +<h1>PONTEACH</h1> + + +<h2><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Robert Rogers</span></h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;"> +<img src="images/image_113.png" width="451" height="663" alt="Major Robert Rogers" title="Major Robert Rogers" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Major Robert Rogers</span></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2><a name="Major_Rogers" id="Major_Rogers"></a> +MAJOR ROBERT ROGERS</h2> +<h3>(1727-1795)</h3> + + +<p>Robert Rogers, a soldier of fortune, is the <i>Davy Crockett</i> of +Colonial times. Born at Dumbarton, New Hampshire, on +November 17th (some authorities say 1730, another 1731, while +the <i>Dictionary of National Biography</i> says 1727), he was the son +of James Rogers, a farmer living in a frontier cabin at Methuen, +in upper Massachusetts.</p> + +<p>Robert's boyhood was spent in an atmosphere characteristic +of pioneer life. He had scarcely passed his fifteenth year (Nevins +claims in 1746), when he helped withstand an attack of Indians +near his home, and this may be considered his first active experience +with the Red Man. From this time on, the history of the +career of Robert Rogers is the history of the efforts of the Colonists +against the Indians as far west as Detroit, and as far south +as South Carolina. The necessity which confronted all of the +Colonists made of young Rogers one of the most expert hunters +of the period, and in this connection he was associated with the +famous John Stark, of Green Mountain Boys reputation. In the +latter's Memoir, written by Caleb Stark, we have as graphic a +pen-picture of Rogers, the hunter, at twenty-two, as we have +actual likenesses of Rogers in the pictures of the time.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<p>Evidently Rogers flourished financially at this period, for we +find him buying land in Massachusetts in 1753. His activity +as a soldier in the French and Indian War put him in command +of a company, known as "Rogers' Rangers," and he participated +in the Siege of Detroit against Pontiac and the French. This +experience of his must have fired Rogers with the desire, after +careful consideration of the condition of the Indian, to put his +special plea for the cause of the Red Man in some permanent +literary form, for "Ponteach" was published in 1766, after Rogers +had left America, had gone to London, and thence had taken +vessel for Algiers, where he fought under Dey.</p> + +<p>By 1761, Rogers had so far advanced in worldly standing that +he could afford to turn his attention to family affairs. We find<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +him visiting Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where Elizabeth, +daughter of the Reverend Arthur Browne, lived. The two were +married on June 30th of that year; but evidently there was +about Robert Rogers something his father-in-law did not quite +relish. For, in 1763, a dispute arose between the two, because +of Rogers' increasing dissipation. That they did not reach, +however, any immediate open rupture, may have been due very +largely to the fact that Rogers was becoming quite a land-owner +in New York and New Hampshire. It was not until March 4, +1778, after Rogers had gone through many and varied experiences, +not the least of which was serving a term in the Debtors' +Prison in England, that his wife was granted, by the New Hampshire +Legislature, a decree of divorce. She thereupon married +Captain John Poach.</p> + +<p>Naturally, most of the interest attached to Rogers is historical, +not literary. His career in the French and Indian War, outlined +by him in his "Journal of the French and Indian War," which +was published in London in 1765; his activity in the Cherokee +War in South Carolina;<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> his association with William Bird, when +he had an opportunity of studying the methods of Indian guides; +his political ambitions when he returned to England in 1765—all +of these are matters for the historian, and have received adequate +consideration by Francis Parkman and other writers. +During these activities, Rogers was not idle with his pen. He +kept his Journals, and they clearly reveal how much of a ranger +he was. After the fashion of the times, when he returned to +England, anxious to let his friends know of the conditions in +America, he not only published his Journals (1769), but also a +concise account of North America (1770). But there must have +been something about Rogers as a soldier of fortune that was +not as straight or as honest as <i>Davy Crockett</i>. We find him, for +example, entrusted with the post of Governor of Mackinac, and +conducting affairs so illy that he was tried for treason. He may +have advanced as a soldier through the successive ranks to +Major, but it would seem that the higher up he advanced in +position the more unscrupulous he became.</p> + +<p>After serving his term in the Debtors' Prison, which began on +June 14, 1773, he returned to America, at the beginning of the +Revolution. Among his Colonial friends, he not only counted +John Stark, the ranger, but Israel Putnam as well, both of them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +ardent patriots and upholders of the American cause. It would +seem, in 1775, that Rogers, to all outward appearance, was +himself in sympathy with America. He professed being the +staunch lover of those principles which America was upholding. +But General Washington soon had cause to doubt his loyalty, +and he was watched. With the result that his arrest was ordered, +and thereupon he confessed his adherence to the Crown. Rogers +then joined the forces of General Howe, bringing with him an +invaluable knowledge of the land in New York and New Jersey, +and adjacent territory. He was put in command of a company, +known as the "Queen's Rangers," and throughout the Revolution +fought bravely on the opposing side. After returning to +England, he battled for further recognition, but never received +the full honours he courted. He died on May 18, 1795, in South +London.</p> + +<p>"Ponteach" was probably never given in Rogers's time. There +is no record of its even having been considered by any of the +theatrical companies. It was published in 1766, with a London +imprint on the title-page.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> There is some slight probability that +it was given an amateur production at Lake George by the summer +residents there—certainly an appropriate spot to present a +play by Rogers, inasmuch as the Ranger was known in that +neighbourhood, and there is now familiar to all visitors a place +called "Rogers's Slide," marking one of his escapades with the +Indians.</p> + +<p>In the present collection, the editor has followed the text of +the 1766 edition, fully realizing the consistent changes made by +Mr. Allan Nevins in his edition of the play which, with an Introduction, +Biography, and invaluable historical notes, was published +in 1914 by the Caxton Club of Chicago.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> + +<p>This piece is one which is not only interesting as representative +of the early type of Indian drama in America, but it is also interesting +as reflective of the attitude of a dramatist with a problem +to propound. "Ponteach" is our first American problem play. +Parkman claims that at least part of it was written by Rogers, +thus throwing doubt on his entire claim to authorship. There +is not only a dignity displayed in the drawing of the main char<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>acter +of the Indian, but there is a very naïve attempt at subtle +humour in the characters of the Englishmen. There is no distinct +excellence in depicting Indian character as such, after the +romantic manner of Cooper, although Rogers, with his English +tradition, has been able to lend to his dialogue a certain dignity of +diction which is striking, and which gives the play a decided +literary value. Taken, however, as an historical document—and +Mr. Nevins does this—one can trace in "Ponteach" the +whole range of Rogers's experience as an Indian fighter. There +are constant allusions in the text to matters which Mr. Nevins +has found necessary to explain in copious footnotes, and therefore +to the student I would recommend this single edition of the play. +"Ponteach" is published here, not from a scholarly standpoint, +but simply as an example of early Indian drama.</p> + +<p>Of these Indian dramas, there are many examples in the +early history of American playwriting. Laurence Hutton has an +entertaining chapter on the subject in his "Curiosities of the +American Stage," in which he enumerates such titles as "Oroloosa," +"Oroonoka," "Miautoumah," to say nothing of "Hiawatha." +"Metamora; or, The Last of the Wampanoags" was +brought to success through the powerful acting of Edwin Forrest, +December 15, 1829. William Wheatley, of the Park Theatre, +was likewise famed for his Indian impersonations. Among other +more or less well-known plays of the species, enumerated by +Wegelin, are:</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">F. Deffenbach.</span> "Onliata; or, The Indian Heroine." Philadelphia. +1821.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Joseph Doddridge.</span> "Logan: The Last of the Race of Skikellemus, +Chief of the Cayuga Nation." Buffalo Creek, Brooke +Co., Va. 1823.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">G. W. P. Custis.</span> "The Indian Prophecy." A National Drama +in Two Acts, founded on a most interesting and romantic +occurrence in the life of General Washington. Georgetown. +1828.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nathaniel Deering.</span> "Carrabasset; or, The Last of the Norridgewocks." +A Tragedy in Five Acts. Portland. 1830.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">W. H. C. Hosmer.</span> "The Fall of Tecumseh." Avon. 1830.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> These pictures were struck off on October 1, 1776. See Smith's "British Mezzotint +Portraits."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> See the South Carolina <i>Gazette</i> files for 1760, 1761.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Ponteach:/or the/Savages of America,/A/Tragedy/[Major Robert Rogers.] +London:/Printed for the Author; and Sold by J. Millan,/opposite the Admiralty, +Whitehall./M.DCC.LXVI./[Price 2s. 6d.]</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Ponteach/or the/Savages of America/A Tragedy/By Robert Rogers/With an +Introduction/and a Biography of the Author/By Allan Nevins/Chicago/The Caxton +Club/1914/</p></div> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;"> +<img src="images/image_118.png" width="407" height="659" alt="PONTEACH: OR THE Savages of America. A TRAGEDY." title="Fac-Simile Title-Page of the First Edition" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fac-Simile Title-Page of the First Edition</span></span> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE" id="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE"></a>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h2> + +<table summary="Dramatis Personae"> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>,</td> +<td>Indian Emperor on the Great Lakes.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Philip</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span>,</td> +<td>Sons of Ponteach.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>,</td> +<td>His chief Counsellor and Generalissimo.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Astinaco</span>,</td> +<td rowspan="3" style="font-size:300%;">}</td> +<td rowspan="3" style="vertical-align:middle;">Indian Kings who join with Ponteach.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Bear</span>,</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Wolf</span>,</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Torax</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Monelia</span></td> +<td>Son and Daughter to Hendrick, Emperor of the Mohawks.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Indian</span></td> +<td>Conjurer.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">French</span></td> +<td>Priest.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Sharp</span>,</td> +<td rowspan="3" style="font-size:300%;">}</td> +<td rowspan="3" style="vertical-align:middle;">Three English Governors.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Gripe</span>,</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Catchum</span>,</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Colonel <span class="smcap">Cockum</span>,</td> +<td rowspan="2" style="font-size:200%;">}</td> +<td rowspan="2" style="vertical-align:middle;">Commanders at a Garrison in Ponteach's Country.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Captain <span class="smcap">Frisk</span>,</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Murphey</span>,</td> +<td>Two Indian Traders.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orsbourn</span>,</td> +<td>Two English Hunters.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2">Mrs. <span class="smcap"> Honnyman</span>,</td> +<td>Wife to Honnyman, the Hunter.</td> +</tr> +</table> +<p class="center">Warriors, Messengers, &c.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2 class="gap3">PONTEACH:</h2> +<h3>OR THE SAVAGES OF AMERICA</h3> + +<h2><a name="ACT_I" id="ACT_I"></a>ACT I.</h2> + + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span> <i>An Indian Trading House.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">M'Dole</span> and <span class="smcap">Murphey</span>, two Indian Traders, +and their Servants.</i></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So, Murphey, you are come to try your Fortune<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the Savages in this wild Desart?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay, any Thing to get an honest Living,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which 'faith I find it hard enough to do;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Times are so dull, and Traders are so plenty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Gains are small, and Profits come but slow.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Are you experienc'd in this kind of Trade?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Know you the Principles by which it prospers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how to make it lucrative and safe?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If not, you're like a Ship without a Rudder,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That drives at random, and must surely sink.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'm unacquainted with your Indian Commerce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gladly would I learn the Arts from you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who're old, and practis'd in them many Years.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That is the curst Misfortune of our Traders,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand Fools attempt to live this Way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who might as well turn Ministers of State.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, as you are a Friend, I will inform you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the secret Arts by which we thrive,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which if all practis'd, we might all grow rich,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor circumvent each other in our Gains.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What have you got to part with to the Indians?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I've Rum and Blankets, Wampum, Powder, Bells,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And such-like Trifles as they're wont to prize.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis very well: your Articles are good:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now the Thing's to make a Profit from them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worth all your Toil and Pains of coming hither.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our fundamental Maxim is this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it's no Crime to cheat and gull an Indian.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How! Not a Sin to cheat an Indian, say you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are they not Men? hav'n't they a Right to Justice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As well as we, though savage in their Manners?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! If you boggle here, I say no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the very Quintessence of Trade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ev'ry Hope of Gain depends upon it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None who neglect it ever did grow rich,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or ever will, or can by Indian Commerce.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this old Ogden built his stately House,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Purchas'd Estates, and grew a little King.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He, like an honest Man, bought all by Weight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made the ign'rant Savages believe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That his Right Foot exactly weigh'd a Pound:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this for many Years he bought their Furs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And died in Quiet like an honest Dealer.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well, I'll not stick at what is necessary:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But his Device is now grown old and stale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor could I manage such a barefac'd Fraud.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A thousand Opportunities present<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To take Advantage of their Ignorance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the great Engine I employ is Rum,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">More pow'rful made by certain strength'ning Drugs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This I distribute with a lib'ral Hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge them to drink till they grow mad and valiant;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes them think me generous and just,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gives full Scope to practise all my Art.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I then begin my Trade with water'd Rum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cooling Draught well suits their scorching Throats.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Fur and Peltry come in quick Return:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Scales are honest, but so well contriv'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That one small Slip will turn Three Pounds to One;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which they, poor silly Souls! ignorant of Weights<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Rules of Balancing, do not perceive.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here they come; you'll see how I proceed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jack, is the Rum prepar'd as I commanded?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Jack.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, sir, all's ready when you please to call.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bring here the Scales and Weights immediately.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">You see the Trick is easy and conceal'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Shewing how to slip the scales.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Jupiter, it's artfully contriv'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And was I King, I swear I'd knight th' Inventor.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—Tom, mind the Part that you will have to act.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tom.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, never fear, I'll do as well as Jack.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then, you know, an honest Servant's Pains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deserve Reward.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! I'll take care of that.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter a number of <span class="smcap">Indians</span> with packs of fur.</i></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So, what you trade with Indians here to-day?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, if my Goods will suit, and we agree.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis Rum we want, we're tired, hot, and thirsty.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">3rd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You, Mr. Englishman, have you got Rum?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Jack, bring a Bottle, pour them each a Gill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You know which Cask contains the Rum. The Rum?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's good strong Rum, I feel it very soon.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Give me a Glass. Here's Honesty in Trade;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We English always drink before we deal.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Good Way enough; it makes one sharp and cunning.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hand round another Gill. You're very welcome.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">3rd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some say you Englishmen are sometimes Rogues;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You make poor Indians drunk, and then you cheat.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No, English good. The Frenchmen give no Rum.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I think it's best to trade with Englishmen.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is your Price for Beaver Skins per Pound?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How much you ask per Quart for this strong Rum?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Five Pounds of Beaver for One Quart of Rum.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Five Pounds? Too much. Which is 't you call Five Pound?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This little Weight. I cannot give you more.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well, take 'em; weigh 'em. Don't you cheat us now.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">No: He that cheats an Indian should be hang'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Weighing the packs.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">There's Thirty Pounds precisely of the Whole;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Five times Six is Thirty. Six Quarts of Rum.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jack, measure it to them: you know the Cask.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This Rum is sold. You draw it off the best.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Indians</span> to receive their rum.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Jove, you've gain'd more in a single Hour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than ever I have done in Half a Year;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curse on my Honesty! I might have been<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A little King, and liv'd without Concern,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I but known the proper Arts to thrive.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Ay, there's the Way, my honest Friend, to live.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Clapping his shoulder.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">There's Ninety Weight of Sterling Beaver for you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worth all the Rum and Trinkets in my Store;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, would my Conscience let me to the Thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I might enhance my Price, and lessen theirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And raise my Profits to an higher Pitch.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Murphey.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I can't but thank you for your kind Instructions,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from them I expect to reap Advantage.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But should the Dogs detect me in the Fraud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are malicious, and would have Revenge.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">M'Dole.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Can't you avoid them? Let their Vengeance light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On others' Heads, no matter whose, if you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are but secure, and have the Cain in Hand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they're indiff'rent where they take Revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether on him that cheated, or his Friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or on a Stranger whom they never saw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps an honest Peasant, who ne'er dreamt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Fraud or Villainy in all his life;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such let them murder, if they will a Score,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Guilt is theirs, while we secure the Gain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Nor shall we feel the bleeding Victims Pain.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="gap3 center"><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span> <i>A Desart.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Orsbourn</span> and <span class="smcap">Honnyman</span>, two English Hunters.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Long have we toil'd, and rang'd the Woods in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Game, nor Track, nor Sign of any Kind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is to be seen; I swear I am discourag'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And weary'd out with this long fruitless Hunt.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Life on Earth besides is half so hard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So full of Disappointments, as a Hunter's:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each Morn he wakes he views the destin'd Prey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And counts the Profits of th' ensuing Day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each Ev'ning at his curs'd ill Fortune pines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And till next Day his Hope of Gain resigns.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Jove, I'll from these Desarts hasten home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And swear that never more I'll touch a Gun.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These hateful Indians kidnap all the Game.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curse their black Heads! they fright the Deer and Bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ev'ry Animal that haunts the Wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or by their Witchcraft conjure them away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Englishman can get a single Shot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While they go loaded home with Skins and Furs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twere to be wish'd not one of them survived,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to infest the World, and plague Mankind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curs'd Heathen Infidels! mere savage Beasts!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They don't deserve to breathe in Christian Air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And should be hunted down like other Brutes.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I only wish the Laws permitted us<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hunt the savage Herd where e'er they're found;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd never leave the Trade of Hunting then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While one remain'd to tread and range the Wood.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Curse on the Law, I say, that makes it Death<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To kill an Indian, more than to kill a Snake.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What if 'tis Peace? these Dogs deserve no Mercy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cursed revengeful, cruel, faithless Devils!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They kill'd my Father and my eldest Brother.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since which I hate their very Looks and Name.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I, since they betray'd and kill'd my Uncle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hell seize their cruel, unrelenting Souls!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' these are not the same, 'twould ease my Heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cleave their painted Heads, and spill their Blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I abhor, detest, and hate them all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now cou'd eat an Indian's Heart with Pleasure.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'd join you, and soop his savage Brains for Sauce;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I lose all Patience when I think of them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, if you will, we'll quickly have Amends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For our long Travel and successless Hunt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sweet Pleasure of Revenge to boot.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What will you do? Present, and pop one down?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, faith, the first we meet well fraught with Furs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if there's Two, and we can make sure Work,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Jove, we'll ease the Rascals of their Packs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And send them empty home to their own Country.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then observe, that what we do is secret,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or the Hangman will come in for Snacks.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Trust me for that; I'll join with all my Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor with a nicer Aim, or steadier Hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would shoot a Tyger than I would an Indian.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a Couple stalking now this Way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lusty Packs; Heav'n favour our Design.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Silence; conceal yourself, and mind your Eye.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Are you well charg'd?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am. Take you the nearest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mind to fire exactly when I do.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A charming Chance!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Hush, let them still come nearer.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They shoot, and run to rifle the <span class="smcap">Indians</span>.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">They're down, old Boy, a Brace of noble Bucks!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Well tallow'd, faith, and noble Hides upon 'em.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Taking up a pack.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">We might have hunted all the Season thro'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Half this Game, and thought ourselves well paid.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Jove, we might, and been at great Expence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Lead and Powder, here's a single Shot.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I swear I've got as much as I can carry.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And faith I'm not behind; this Pack is heavy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But stop; we must conceal the tawny Dogs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or their blood-thirsty Countrymen will find them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then we're bit. There'll be the Devil to pay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They'll murder us, and cheat the Hangman too.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Right. We'll prevent all Mischief of this Kind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where shall we hide their savage Carcases?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">There they will lie conceal'd and snug enough—<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They cover them.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">But stay—perhaps ere long there'll be a War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then their Scalps will sell for ready Cash<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two Hundred Crowns at least, and that's worth saving.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Well! that is true, no sooner said than done—</span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Drawing his knife.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I'll strip this Fellow's painted greasy Skull.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Strips off the scalp.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">A damn'd tough Hide, or my Knife's devilish dull—<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Takes the other scalp.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Now let them sleep to-night without their Caps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pleasant Dreams attend their long Repose.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Their Guns and Hatchets now are lawful Prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they'll not need them on their present Journey.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Devil hates Arms, and dreads the Smell of Powder;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He'll not allow such Instruments about him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They're free from training now, they're in his Clutches.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But, Honnyman, d'ye think this is not Murder?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I vow I'm shock'd a little to see them scalp'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fear their Ghosts will haunt us in the Dark.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's no more Murder than to crack a Louse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That is, if you've the Wit to keep it private.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as to Haunting, Indians have no Ghosts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as they live like Beasts, like Beasts they die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've kill'd a Dozen in this self-same Way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never yet was troubled with their Spirits.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Orsbourn.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then I'm content; my Scruples are remov'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what I've done, my Conscience justifies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we must have these Guns and Hatchets alter'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or they'll detect th' Affair, and hang us both.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That's quickly done—Let us with Speed return,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think no more of being hang'd or haunted;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But turn our Fur to Gold, our Gold to Wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus gaily spend what we've so slily won,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And bless the first Inventor of a Gun.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span> <i>An English Fort.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Colonel <span class="smcap">Cockum</span> and Captain <span class="smcap">Frisk</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What shall we do with these damn'd bawling Indians?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They're swarming every Day with their Complaints<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Wrongs and Injuries, and God knows what—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wish the Devil would take them to himself.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Frisk.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your Honour's right to wish the Devil his Due.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd send the noisy Hellhounds packing hence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor spend a Moment in debating with them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more you give Attention to their Murmurs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more they'll plague and haunt you every Day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, their old King Ponteach grows damn'd saucy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Talks of his Power, and threatens what he'll do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perdition to their faithless sooty Souls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd let 'em know at once to keep their Distance.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Captain, You're right; their Insolence is such<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As beats my Patience; cursed Miscreants!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are encroaching; fain would be familiar:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll send their painted Heads to Hell with Thunder!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I swear I'll blow 'em hence with Cannon Ball,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And give the Devil an Hundred for his Supper.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Frisk.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They're coming here; you see they scent your Track,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And while you'll listen, they will ne'er be silent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But every Day improve in Insolence.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'll soon dispatch and storm them from my Presence.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>, and other Indian <span class="smcap">Chiefs</span>.</i><br /></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well, Mr. Colonel Cockum, what d' they call you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You give no Answer yet to my Complaint;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Men give my Men always too much Rum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then trade and cheat 'em. What! d' ye think this right?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tush! Silence! hold your noisy cursed Nonsense;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've heard enough of it; what is it to me?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What! you a Colonel, and not command your Men?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let ev'ry one be a Rogue that has a Mind to 't.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why, curse your Men, I suppose they wanted Rum;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They'll rarely be content, I know, without it.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What then? If Indians are such Fools, I think<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White Men like you should stop and teach them better.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I'm not a Pedagogue to your curs'd Indians.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Colonel, I hope that you'll consider this.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Frisk.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why, don't you see the Colonel will not hear you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'd better go and watch your Men yourself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor plague us with your cursed endless Noise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We've something else to do of more Importance.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hah! Captain Frisk, what! you a great man too?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Bus'ness here is only with your Colonel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll be heard, or know the Reason why.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Chief.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I thought the English had been better Men.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Chief.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Frenchmen would always hear an Indian speak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And answer fair, and make good Promises.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You may be d——d, and all your Frenchmen too.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Be d——d! what's that? I do not understand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Devil teach you; he'll do it without a Fee.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Devil teach! I think you one great Fool.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did your King tell you thus to treat the Indians?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had he been such a Dunce he ne'er had conquer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made the running French for Quarter cry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I always mind that such proud Fools are Cowards,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never do aught that is great or good.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forbear your Impudence, you curs'd old Thief;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Moment leave my Fort, and to your Country.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me hear no more of your hellish Clamour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or to D——n I will blow you all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And feast the Devil with one hearty Meal.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So ho! Know you whose Country you are in?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think you, because you have subdu'd the French,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Indians too are now become your Slaves?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Country's mine, and here I reign as King;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I value not your Threats, nor Forts, nor Guns;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have got Warriors, Courage, Strength, and Skill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Colonel, take care; the Wound is very deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Consider well, for it is hard to cure.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Indians</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Frisk.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vile Infidels! observe their Insolence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Ponteach puts on a mighty Air.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They'll always be a Torment till destroy'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent all headlong to the Devil's Kitchen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This curs'd old Thief, no doubt, will give us Trouble,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Provok'd and madded at his cool Reception.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Frisk.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! Colonel, they are never worth our minding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What can they do against our Bombs and Cannon?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True, they may skulk, and kill and scalp a few,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, Heav'n be thank'd, we're safe within these Walls:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, I think the Governors are coming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make them Presents, and establish Peace.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That may perhaps appease their bloody Minds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep them quiet for some little Term.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God send the Day that puts them all to sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, will you crack a Bottle at my Tent?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Frisk.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With all my Heart, and drink D——n to them.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Cockum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I can in nothing more sincerely join.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span> <i>An Apartment in the Fort.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Governors <span class="smcap">Sharp</span>, <span class="smcap">Gripe</span>, and <span class="smcap">Catchum</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here are we met to represent our King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by his royal Bounties to conciliate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Indians' Minds to Friendship, Peace, and Love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he that would an honest Living get<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Times so hard and difficult as these,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must mind that good old Rule, Take care of One.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay, Christian Charity begins at home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I think it's in the Bible, I know I've read it.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I join with Paul, that he's an Infidel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who does not for himself and Friends provide.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, Paul in fact was no bad Politician,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And understood himself as well as most.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All good and wise Men certainly take care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To help themselves and Families the first;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus dictates Nature, Instinct, and Religion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose easy Precepts ought to be obey'd.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But how does this affect our present Purpose?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We've heard the Doctrine; what's the Application?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We are intrusted with these Indian Presents.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Thousand Pound was granted by the King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To satisfy them of his Royal Goodness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His constant Disposition to their Welfare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And reconcile their savage Minds to Peace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Five hundred's gone; you know our late Division,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our great Expence, <i>Et cetera</i>, no Matter:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other Half was laid out for these Goods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be distributed as we think proper;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whether Half (I only put the Question)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of these said Goods, won't answer every End,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring about as long a lasting Peace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As tho' the Whole were lavishly bestow'd?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'm clear upon 't they will, if we affirm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Half's the Whole was sent them by the King.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is no doubt but that One Third wou'd answer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they, poor Souls! are ign'rant of the Worth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of single Things, nor know they how to add<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or calculate, and cast the whole Amount.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why, Want of Learning is a great Misfortune.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How thankful should we be that we have Schools,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And better taught and bred than these poor Heathen.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, only these Two simple easy Rules,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Addition and Subtraction, are great Helps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And much contribute to our happiness.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis these I mean to put in Practice now;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Subtraction from these Royal Presents makes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Addition to our Gains without a Fraction.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let us overhaul and take the best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Things may be given that won't do to sell.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They overhaul the goods, &c.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lay these aside; they'll fetch a noble Price.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And these are very saleable, I think.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Indians will be very fond of these.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is there the Half, think you?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's thereabouts.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This bag of Wampum may be added yet.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here, Lads, convey these Goods to our Apartment.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Servant.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Indians, sir, are waiting at the Gate.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Conduct them in when you've disposed of these.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This should have been new-drawn before they enter'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pulling out an inventory of the whole goods.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What matters that? They cannot read, you know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you can read to them in gen'ral Terms.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>, with several of his Chieftains.</i></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Welcome, my Brothers, we are glad to meet you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hope that you will not repent our coming.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We're glad to see our Brothers here the English.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If honourable Peace be your Desire,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'd always have the Hatchet buried deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Sun and Moon, Rivers and Lakes endure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Trees and Herbs within our Country grow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then you must not cheat and wrong the Indians,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or treat us with Reproach, Contempt, and Scorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else we will raise the Hatchet to the Sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let it never touch the Earth again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharpen its Edge, and keep it bright as Silver,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or stain it red with Murder and with Blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mind what I say, I do not tell you Lies.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We hope you have no Reason to complain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Englishmen conduct to you amiss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We're griev'd if they have given you Offence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fain would heal the Wound while it is fresh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest it should spread, grow painful, and severe.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your Men make Indians drunk, and then they cheat 'em.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Officers, your Colonels, and your Captains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are proud, morose, ill-natur'd, churlish Men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Treat us with Disrespect, Contempt, and Scorn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I tell you plainly this will never do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We never thus were treated by the French,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Them we thought bad enough, but think you worse.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There's good and bad, you know, in every Nation;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's some good Indians, some are the reverse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom you can't govern, and restrain from ill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So there's some Englishmen that will be bad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You must not mind the Conduct of a few,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor judge the rest by what you see of them.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If you've some good, why don't you send them here?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These every one are Rogues, and Knaves, and Fools,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think no more of Indians than of Dogs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your King had better send his good Men hither,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep his bad ones in some other Country;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then you would find that Indians would do well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be peaceable, and honest in their Trade;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'd love you, treat you, as our Friends and Brothers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Raise the Hatchet only in your Cause.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our King is very anxious for your Welfare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And greatly wishes for your Love and Friendship;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would not have the Hatchet ever raised,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But buried deep, stamp'd down and cover'd o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As with a Mountain that can never move:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For this he sent us to your distant Country,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Bid us deliver you these friendly Belts,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Holding out belts of wampum.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">All cover'd over with his Love and Kindness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He like a Father loves you as his Children;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like a Brother wishes you all Good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll let him know the Wounds that you complain of,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he'll be speedy to apply the Cure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clear the Path to Friendship, Peace, and Trade.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your King, I hear 's a good and upright Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True to his word, and friendly in his Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not proud and insolent, morose and sour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like these his petty Officers and Servants:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I want to see your King, and let him know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What must be done to keep the Hatchet dull,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how the Path of Friendship, Peace, and Trade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May be kept clean and solid as a Rock.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our King is distant over the great Lake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we can quickly send him your Requests;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To which he'll listen with attentive Ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And act as tho' you told him with your Tongue.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let him know then his People here are Rogues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cheat and wrong and use the Indians ill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell him to send good Officers, and call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These proud ill-natur'd Fellows from my Country,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep his Hunters from my hunting Ground.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He must do this, and do it quickly too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or he will find the Path between us bloody.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of this we will acquaint our gracious King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hope you and your Chiefs will now confirm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A solid Peace as if our King was present;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We're his Ambassadors, and represent him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring these Tokens of his Royal Friendship<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To you, your Captains, Chiefs, and valiant Men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Read, Mr. Catchum, you've the Inventory.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The British King, of his great Bounty, sends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Ponteach, King upon the Lakes, and his Chiefs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two hundred, No [<i>Aside</i>] a Number of fine Blankets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Six hundred [<i>Aside</i>] Yes, and several Dozen Hatchets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twenty thousand [<i>Aside</i>] and a Bag of Wampum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Parcel too of Pans, and Knives, and Kettles.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This rich and royal Bounty you'll accept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as you please distribute to your Chiefs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let them know they come from England's King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Tokens to them of his Love and Favour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We've taken this long Journey at great Charge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see and hold with you this friendly Talk;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We hope your Minds are all disposed to Peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that you like our Sovereign's Bounty well.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Chief.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We think it very small, we heard of more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most of our Chiefs and Warriors are not here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They all expect to share a Part with us.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Chief.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These won't reach round to more than half our Tribes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Few of our Chiefs will have a single Token<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of your King's Bounty, that you speak so much of.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">3rd Chief.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And those who haven't will be dissatisfied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think themselves slighted, think your King is stingy,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else that you his Governors are Rogues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep your Master's Bounty for yourselves.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">4th Chief.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We hear such Tricks are sometimes play'd with Indians.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">King Astenaco, the great Southern Chief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who's been in England, and has seen your King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Told me that he was generous, kind, and true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that his Officers were Rogues and Knaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cheated Indians out of what he gave.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">The Devil's in 't, I fear that we're detected.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Indians a'n't Fools, if White Men think us so;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We see, we hear, we think as well as you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We know there 're Lies, and Mischiefs in the World;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We don't know whom to trust, nor when to fear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men are uncertain, changing as the Wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inconstant as the Waters of the Lakes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some smooth and fair, and pleasant as the Sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some rough and boist'rous, like the Winter Storm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some are Insidious as the subtle Snake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some innocent, and harmless as the Dove;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some like the Tyger raging, cruel, fierce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some like the Lamb, humble, submissive, mild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scarcely one is every Day the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I call no Man bad, till such he's found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I condemn and cast him from my Sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And no more trust him as a Friend and Brother.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hope to find you honest Men and true.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Indeed you may depend upon our Honours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We're faithful Servants of the best of Kings;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We scorn an Imposition on your Ignorance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Abhor the Arts of Falsehood and Deceit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These are the Presents our great Monarch sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's of a bounteous, noble, princely Mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had he known the Numbers of your Chiefs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each would have largely shar'd his Royal Goodness;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But these are rich and worthy your Acceptance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Few Kings on Earth can such as these bestow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Goodness, Beauty, Excellence, and Worth.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Presents from your Sovereign I accept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His friendly Belts to us shall be preserved,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And in Return convey you those to him.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Belts and furs.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Which let him know our Mind, and what we wish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we dislike his crusty Officers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wish the Path of Peace was made more plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Calumet I do not choose to smoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I see further, and my other Chiefs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have been consulted. Tell your King from me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That first or last a Rogue will be detected,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I have Warriors, am myself a King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And will be honour'd and obey'd as such;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell him my Subjects shall not be oppress'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will seek Redress and take Revenge;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell your King this; I have no more to say.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To our great King your Gifts we will convey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let him know the Talk we've had with you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We're griev'd we cannot smoke the Pipe of Peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And part with stronger Proofs of Love and Friendship;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime we hope you'll so consider Matters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As still to keep the Hatchet dull and buried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And open wide the shining Path of Peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">That you and we may walk without a Blunder.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Indians</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Th' appear not fully satisfied, I think.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I do not like old Ponteach's Talk and Air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He seems suspicious, and inclin'd to war.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They're always jealous, bloody, and revengeful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You see that they distrust our Word and Honour;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No wonder then if they suspect the Traders,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And often charge them with downright Injustice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">True, when even we that come to make them Presents,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cannot escape their Fears and Jealousies.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well, we have this, at least, to comfort us;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their good Opinion is no Commendation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor their foul Slanders any Stain to Honour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I think we've done whatever Men could do<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To reconcile their savage Minds to Peace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If they're displeas'd, our Honour is acquitted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we have not been wanting in our Duty<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To them, our King, our Country, and our Friends.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But what Returns are these they've left behind?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Belts are valuable, and neatly wrought.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Pack of Furs is very weighty too;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Skins are pick'd, and of the choicest Kind.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Jove, they're worth more Money than their Presents.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Indeed they are; the King will be no Loser.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The King! who ever sent such Trumpery to him?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What would the King of England do with Wampum?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Beaver Skins, d'ye think? He's not a Hatter!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Gripe.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then it's a Perquisite belongs to us?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, they're become our lawful Goods and Chattels,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By all the Rules and Laws of Indian Treaties.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King would scorn to take a Gift from Indians,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think us Madmen, should we send them to him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Catchum.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I understand we make a fair Division,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And have no Words nor Fraud among ourselves.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Sharp.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We throw the whole into one common Stock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And go Copartners in the Loss and Gain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus most who handle Money for the Crown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Find means to make the better Half their own;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, to your better Judgments with Submission,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The self Neglecter's a poor Politician.<br /></span> +<table summary="rhymebrace" style="margin-left:0em;border:0em;border-collapse:collapse;"> +<tr> +<td style="padding:0em;"><span class="i0">These Gifts, you see will all Expences pay;</span></td> +<td style="font-size:300%" rowspan="3">}</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td style="padding:0em;"><span class="i0">Heav'n send an Indian Treaty every Day;</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td style="padding:0em;"><span class="i0">We dearly love to serve our King this way.</span></td> +</tr> +</table> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>The End of the First Act.</i></p> + + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_II" id="ACT_II"></a>ACT II.</h2> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span> <i>An Indian House.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Philip</span> and <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span> from hunting, loaded with venison.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Day's Toil's ended, and the Ev'ning smiles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the Joy and Pleasantness of Plenty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our good Success and Fortune in the Chace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will make us Mirth and Pastime for the Night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How will the old King and his Hunters smile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see us loaded with the fatt'ning Prey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joyously relate their own Adventures?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not the brave Victor's Shout, or Spoils of War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would give such Pleasure to their gladden'd Hearts.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These, Philip, are the unstain'd Fruits of Peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Effected by the conqu'ring British Troops.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now may we hunt the Wilds secure from Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seek our Food and Clothing by the Chace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Ease and Plenty thro' our Country reign.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Happy Effects indeed! long may they last!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I suspect the Term will be but short,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere this our happy Realm is curs'd afresh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the Noise and Miseries of War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Blood and Murder stain our Land again.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What hast thou heard that seems to threaten this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or is it idle Fancy and Conjectures?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our Father's late Behaviour and Discourse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unite to raise Suspicions in my Mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of his Designs? Hast thou not yet observ'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That tho' at first he favour'd England's Troops,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they late landed on our fertile Shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proclaim'd his Approbation of their March,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Convoy'd their Stores, protected them from Harm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, put them in Possession of Detroit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And join'd to fill the Air with loud Huzzas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When England's Flag was planted on its Walls?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, since, he seems displeas'd at their Success,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thinks himself injured, treated with Neglect<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By their Commanders, as of no Account,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one subdu'd and conquer'd with the French,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one, whose Right to Empire now is lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he become a Vassal of their Power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Instead of an Ally. At this he's mov'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in his Royal Bosom glows Revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which I suspect will sudden burst and spread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Lightning from the Summer's burning Cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That instant sets whole Forests in a Blaze.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Something like this I have indeed perceiv'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this explains what I but now beheld,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Returning from the Chace, myself concealed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Royal Father basking in the Shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Looks severe, Revenge was in his Eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All his great Soul seem'd mounted in his Face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bent on something hazardous and great.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pensive Air he view'd the Forest round;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smote on his Breast as if oppress'd with Wrongs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Indignation stamp'd upon the Ground;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extended then and shook his mighty Arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in Defiance of a coming Foe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then like the hunted Elk he forward sprung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As tho' to trample his Assailants down.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The broken Accents murmur'd from his Tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As rumbling Thunder from a distant Cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Distinct I heard, "'Tis fix'd, I'll be reveng'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will make War; I'll drown this Land in Blood."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He disappear'd like the fresh-started Roe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pursu'd by Hounds o'er rocky Hills and Dales,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That instant leaves the anxious Hunter's Eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such was his Speed towards the other Chiefs.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's gone to sound their Minds to Peace and War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And learn who'll join the Hazards in his Cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Fox, the Bear, the Eagle, Otter, Wolf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other valiant Princes of the Empire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have late resorted hither for some End<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of common Import. Time will soon reveal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their secret Counsels and their fix'd Decrees.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peace has its Charms for those who love their Ease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But active Souls like mine delight in Blood.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Should War be wag'd, what Discords may we fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among ourselves? The powerful Mohawk King<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will ne'er consent to fight against the English,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, more, will join them as firm Ally,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And influence other Chiefs by his Example,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To muster all their Strength against our Father.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fathers perhaps will fight against their Sons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nearest Friends pursue each other's Lives;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blood, Murder, Death, and Horror will be rife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Peace and Love, and Friendship triumph now.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such stale Conjectures smell of Cowardice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Father's Temper shews us the reverse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Danger he defies, and, once resolv'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Arguments will move him to relent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Motives change his Purpose of Revenge,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Prayers prevail upon him to delay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Execution of his fix'd Design:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the starv'd Tyger in Pursuit of Prey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Opposition will retard his Course;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the wing'd Eagle that looks down on Clouds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Hindrances are little in his Eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his great Mind knows not the Pain of Fear.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such Hurricanes of Courage often lead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Shame and Disappointment in the End,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tumble blindfold on their own Disgrace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True Valour's slow, deliberate, and cool,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Considers well the End, the Way, the Means,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And weighs each Circumstance attending them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imaginary Dangers it detects,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guards itself against all real Evils.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here Tenesco comes with Speed important;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Looks and Face presage us something new.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hail, noble Youth! The News of your Return<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And great Success has reach'd your Father's Ears.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great is his Joy; but something more important<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seems to rest heavy on his anxious Mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he commands your Presence at his Cabin.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We will attend his Call with utmost Speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Nor wait Refreshment after our Day's Toil.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i><span class="smcap">Ponteach's</span> Cabin.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>, <span class="smcap">Philip</span>, <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span>, and <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Sons, and trusty Counsellor Tenesco,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the sweet smelling Rose, when yet a Bud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lies close conceal'd, till Time and the Sun's Warmth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath swell'd, matur'd, and brought it forth to View,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So these my Purposes I now reveal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are to be kept with You, on pain of Death,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Time hath ripen'd my aspiring Plan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Fortune's Sunshine shall disclose the Whole;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or should we fail, and Fortune prove perverse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let it be never known how far we fail'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest Fools shou'd triumph, or our Foes rejoice.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Life of Great Designs is Secrecy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in Affairs of State 'tis Honour's Guard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Wisdom cannot form a Scheme so well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Fools will laugh if it should prove abortive;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And our Designs once known, our Honour's made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dependent on the Fickleness of Fortune.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What may your great and secret Purpose be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thus requires Concealment in its Birth?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To raise the Hatchet from its short Repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brighten its Edge, and stain it deep with Blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To scourge my proud, insulting, haughty Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To enlarge my Empire, which will soon be yours:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Interest, Glory, Grandeur, I consult,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore hope with Vigour you'll pursue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And execute whatever I command.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When we refuse Obedience to your Will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We are not worthy to be call'd your Sons.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If we inherit not our Father's Valour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We never can deserve to share his Empire.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Spoke like yourselves, the Sons of Ponteach;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strength, Courage, and Obedience form the Soldier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the firm Base of all true Greatness lay.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our Empire now is large, our Forces strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Chiefs are wise, our Warriors valiant Men;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We all are furnish'd with the best of Arms,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all things requisite to curb a Foe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now's our Time, if ever, to secure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Country, Kindred, Empire, all that's dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From these Invaders of our Rights, the English,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set their Bounds towards the rising Sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long have I seen with a suspicious Eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Strength and growing Numbers of the French;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Forts and Settlements I've view'd as Snakes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of mortal Bite, bound by the Winter Frost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in some future warm reviving Day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would stir and hiss, and spit their Poison forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And spread Destruction through our happy Land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are we now? The French are all subdued,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But who are in their Stead become our Lords?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A proud, imperious, churlish, haughty Band.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The French familiarized themselves with us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Studied our Tongue, and Manners, wore our Dress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Married our Daughters, and our Sons their Maids,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dealt honestly, and well supplied our Wants,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Used no One ill, and treated with Respect<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Kings, our Captains, and our aged Men;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd us their Friends, nay, what is more, their Children,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seem'd like Fathers anxious for our Welfare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom see we now? their haughty Conquerors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Possess'd of every Fort, and Lake, and Pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Big with their Victories so often gain'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On us they look with deep Contempt and Scorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are false, deceitful, knavish, insolent;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, think us conquered, and our Country theirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without a Purchase, or ev'n asking for it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Pleasure I wou'd call their King my Friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea, honour and obey him as my Father;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd be content, would he keep his own Sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leave these distant Lakes and Streams to us;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, I would pay him Homage, if requested,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And furnish Warriors to support his Cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thus to lose my Country and my Empire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be a Vassal to his low Commanders,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Treated with disrespect and public Scorn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Knaves, by Miscreants, Creatures of his Power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can this become a King like Ponteach,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Empire's measured only by the Sun?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, I'll assert my Right, the Hatchet raise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drive these Britons hence like frighted Deer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Destroy their Forts, and make them rue the Day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That to our fertile Land they found the Way.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No Contradiction to your great Design;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But will not such Proceeding injure us?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where is our Trade and Commerce to be carry'd?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they're possess'd of all the Country round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or whence Supplies of Implements for War?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whence? Take them from our conquered running Foes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Fortresses are Magazines of Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which we can quickly turn against themselves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when they're driven to their destin'd Bounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Love of Gain will soon renew their Trade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heartless French, whene'er they see us conquer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will join their little Force to help us on.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, many of their own brave trusty Soldiers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Hope of Gain, will give us their Assistance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Gain's their great Commander, and will lead them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where their brave Generals cannot force their March:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some have engag'd, when they see hope of Plunder,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sly Disguise to kill their Countrymen.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These Things indeed are promising and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seem a Prelude to our full Success.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But will not many Indian Chiefs refuse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To join the Lists, and hold themselves oblig'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">T' assist the Foe when hardly press'd by us?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I've sounded all their Minds; there's but a few<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are not warm and hearty in our Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And those faint Hearts we'll punish at our Leisure:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For hither tends my Purpose; to subdue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Tribes who now their annual Homage pay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the imperious haughty Mohawk Chief,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Pride and Insolence 'tis Time to curb.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He ever boasts the Greatness of his Empire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Swiftness, Skill and Valour of his Warriors,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His former Conquests, and his fresh Exploits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Terror of his Arms in distant Lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on a Footing puts himself with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Wisdom to contrive, and Power to do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such a proud Rival must not breathe the Air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll die in fighting, or I'll reign alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er every Indian Nation, Tribe, and Chief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this in solemn Silence we conceal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they're drawn in to fight the common Foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then from my Face, the sly Disguise I'll cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shew them Ponteach to their Surprise.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy Plan is wise, and may Success attend it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May all the warlike numerous Tribes unite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor cease to conquer while thou hast a Foe!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then may they join and own thee for their Sovereign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pay full Submission to thy scepter'd Arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And universal Empire by thy own!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Would you the Mohawk Emperor displease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wage a bloody War, by which you made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him and his num'rous Tribes your certain Foes?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Most of his Tribes will welcome the Proposal;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For long their galled Necks have felt the Yoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long wish'd for Freedom from his partial Sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In favour of the proud incroaching Britons.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, they have oft, in spite of his Displeasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rush'd forth like Wolves upon their naked Borders,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now, like Tygers broken from their Chains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">they'll glut themselves, and revel in their Blood.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Myself will undertake to make even Hendrick<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our zealous Friend against the common Foe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His strong Attachment to them I'll dissolve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make him rage, and thirst for Vengeance on them.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This would be doing Honour to thyself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make thee worthy of thy Father's Crown.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The secret Means I will not now inquire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor doubt but thus engag'd you will perform.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Chiefs in part are knowing to my Purpose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think of nought but War, and Blood, and Plunder,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till in full Council we declare our Pleasure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But first my last Night's Dream I will relate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which much disturb'd my weary anxious Mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And must portend some signal grand Event<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Good or Evil both to me or mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On yonder Plain I saw the lordly Elk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Snuffing the empty Air in seeming Sport,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tossing his Head aloft, as if in Pride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of his great Bulk and nervous active Limbs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Scorn of every Beast that haunts the Wood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With mighty Stride he travelled to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as he mov'd his Size was still increas'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till his wide Branches reached above the Trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his extended Trunk across the Plain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other Beasts beheld with wild Amaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stood trembling round, nor dare they to approach<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the fierce Tyger yell'd the loud Alarm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Bears, Cats, Wolves, Panthers, and Porcupines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other Beasts of Prey, with Force united<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And savage Rage, attack'd the common Foe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as the busking Bull, when Summer Flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With keenest Sting disturb the grazing Herd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stands careless in some shady cool Retreat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from his Sides sweeps the envenom'd Mites,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or shakes them with a Stamp into the Dust;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So he unmov'd amidst their Clamours stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trampled and spurn'd them with his Hoofs and Horns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till all dispers'd in wild Disorder fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left him Master of th' extended Plain.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Dream no doubt is full of some great Meaning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in it bears the Fate of your Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whether good or ill, to me 's a Secret.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It ne'er was counted ill to dream of Elks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But always thought portentous of Success,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of happy Life, and Victories in War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or fortune good when we attempt the Chace.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such is the common Say; but here the Size<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Circumstances are uncommon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore can contain no common Meaning:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fear these Things portend no Good to us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Mischiefs lurk like Serpents in the Grass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose pois'nous deadly Bite precedes all Warning.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That this Design will end in mighty Ruin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To us and ours, Discord among our Friends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Triumph to our Foes.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A valiant Hero!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou always wast a Coward, and hated War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lov'st to loll on the soft Lap of Peace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art a very Woman in thy Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And talk'st of Snakes and Bugbears in the Dark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till all is Horror and Amaze about thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And even thy own Shadow makes thee tremble.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is there no Courage in delib'rate Wisdom?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is all rank Cowardice but Fire and Fury?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it all womanish to re-consider<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And weigh the Consequences of our Actions,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before we desperately rush upon them?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me then be the Coward, a mere Woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine be the Praise of Coolness, yours of Rage.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Peace, Peace, my Sons, nor let this casual Strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">divide your Hearts; both mean the common Good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go Hand in Hand to conquer and promote it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll to our worthy Doctor and the Priest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who for our Souls' Salvation come from France;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They sure can solve the Mysteries of Fate,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Secrets of a Dream explain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mean while, Tenesco, warn the other Chiefs<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">That they attend my Call within an Hour.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> and <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Warmth perhaps has carried me too far,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it's not in me to be cool and backward<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To act or speak when Kingdoms are the Prize.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Blood runs high at the sweet Sound of Empire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as our Father's Plan ensures to us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'm impatient of the least Delay.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy Fire thou hast a Right to style a Virtue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heat is our Friend when kept within due Bounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if unbridled and allowed to rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It burns and blisters, torments and consumes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, Torrent-like, sweeps every Comfort by.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think if our Father's Plan should prove abortive,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Troops repuls'd, or in th' Encounter slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are our conquer'd Kingdoms then to share,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are our Vict'ries, Trophies, Triumphs, Crowns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That dazzle in thy Eye, and swell thy Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That nerve thy Arm, and wing thy Feet to War<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With this impetuous Violence and Speed?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crest-fallen then, our native Empire lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In captive Chains we drag a wretched Life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or fly inglorious from the conquering Foe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To barren Mountains from this fertile Land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There to repent our Folly when too late,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Anguish mourn, and curse our wretched Fate.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But why so much of Mischiefs that may happen?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These are mere Possibilities at most;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creatures of Thought, which ne'er can be Objections,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In valiant Minds, to any great Attempt;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They're empty Echoes of a tim'rous Soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Bubbles driv'n by the tempestuous Storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Breath of Resolution sweeps them off.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dost thou judge them solid from thy Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know the secret Motive in thy Breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to oppose our Father's great Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from an Undertaking to dissuade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which thou'lt share the Profit and the Glory.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hendrick, the King of Mohawks, hath a Daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With whom I saw you dallying in the Shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thought you then a Captive to her Charms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bright Monelia hangs upon thy Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And softens all the Passions of thy Soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her thou think'st lost should we proclaim a War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In which the King her Father will not join.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What if I have a Value for Monelia,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it a Crime? Does she not merit Love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From all who see her move, or hear her speak?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">True, she is engaging, has a charming Air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if thy Love is fix'd, I will assist it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And put thee in Possession of the Joy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou desirest more than Crowns and Empire.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As how, dear Philip? Should we wage a War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which Hendrick disapproves, the Prize is lost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not Empires then could make Monelia mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Hopes are dash'd upon that fatal Rock;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Gold, nor Prayers, nor Tears, nor Promises,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor all the Engin'ry of Love at Work,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could save a single Moment of my Joy.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, I will save it all and make her thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Act but thy Part, and do as I prescribe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Peace or War thou shalt possess the Prize.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy Words revive my half-despairing Heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What must I act? or which Way must I turn?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll brave all Dangers, every Ill defy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Risk Life itself, to call Monelia mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Help me, my Philip, and I'll be thy Slave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resign my Share of Empire to thy Hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lay a Claim to nothing but Monelia.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rewards I do not ask; I am thy Brother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hold my Kindness to thee as a Debt.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou know'st I have engag'd to bring King Hendrick<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To join the Lists, and fight against our Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rouse him to Revenge, and Rage, and War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make him zealous in the common Cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, with uncommon Fury he shall rave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And urge his Warriors on to Blood and Murder.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When this is done, Monelia may be thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hendrick will court Alliance to our Tribe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joy to call great Ponteach's Son his own.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But should you fail in these Attempts, and he<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prove obstinately fix'd against the War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where's then Monelia? where is Chekitan?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Hopes are blasted, all my Joys are fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the vain Phantoms of a Midnight Dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are scattered like the Dust before a Whirlwind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all my Soul is left a Void for Pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vexation, Madness, Frenzy, and Despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Pains of disappointed Love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better I ne'er had flattered my fond Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sooth'd my Mind with Prospects of my Joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than thus to perish on the Point of Hope.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Leave all to me; I've so concerted Matters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I defy ev'n Fate to disappoint me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exert thyself, and to Monelia go,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before th' assembled Chiefs in Council meet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge it to her, and to her Brother Torax,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That should their Father prove refractory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Withdraw himself, and order his Domestics<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hasten home at News of our Design;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge it, I say, to them; Torax loves War;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To linger here in Hopes of his Return,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which tell them I'll effect ere twice the Sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has run the Circuit of his daily Race.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here they may loiter careless, range the Woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As tho' the Noise of War had not been heard.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This will give full Success to both our Wishes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou'lt gain the Prize of Love, and I of Wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In favour to our Family and State.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou'lt tame the Turtle, I shall rouse the Tyger;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The one will soothe thy Soul to soft Repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other prove a Terror to our Foes.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I see the subtle Argument thou'lt use,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how thou'lt work upon the old King's Weakness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou'lt set his strong Affection for his Children<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At War against his Kindness for our Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By urging their Attachment to our Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they'll endure ev'n Banishment and Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than cease to be our steadfast Friends.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All this I'll urge, nay, more, I will convince him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Foes to us can be no Friends to him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll thunder in his Ears their growing Power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Villainies and Cheats upon his Subjects:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That their fair Shew of Love is foul Disguise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in their Hearts they hate the Name of Indians,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And court his Friendship only for their Profit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That when no longer he subserves their Ends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He may go whistle up some other Friends.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This must alarm and bring him to our Mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll hasten to my Charge with utmost Speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strain every Nerve, and every Power exert;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plead, promise, swear like any Christian Trader;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll detain them till our Ends are answer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And you have won their Father to our Purpose.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! what a wretched Thing is a Man in Love!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Fear—all Hope—all Diffidence—all Faith—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Distrusts the greatest Strength, depends on Straws—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soften'd, unprovident, disarm'd, unman'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Led blindfold; every Power denies its Aid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Passion's but a Slave to this;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Honour, Revenge, Ambition, Interest, all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon its Altar bleed—Kingdoms and Crowns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are slighted and condemn'd, and all the Ties<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Nature are dissolv'd by this poor Passion:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once have I felt its Poison in my Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When this same Chekitan a Captive led<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fair Donanta from the Illinois;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw, admir'd, and lov'd the charming Maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as a Favour ask'd her from his Hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he refus'd and sold her for a Slave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Love is dead, but my Resentment lives,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now's my Time to let the Flame break forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For while I pay this ancient Debt of Vengeance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll serve my Country, and advance myself.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He loves Monelia—Hendrick must be won—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Monelia and her Brother both must bleed—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is my Vengeance on her Lover's Head—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I'll affirm, 'twas done by Englishmen—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to gain Credit both with Friends and Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wound myself, and say that I receiv'd it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By striving to assist them in the Combat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This will rouse Hendrick's Wrath, and arm his Troops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Blood and Vengeance on the common Foe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And further still my Profit may extend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Brother's Rage will lead him into Danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, he cut off, the Empire's all my own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus am I fix'd; my Scheme of Goodness laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll effect it, tho' thro' Blood I wade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To desperate Wounds apply a desperate Cure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to tall Structures lay Foundations sure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Fame and Empire hence my Course I bend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Step I take shall thither tend.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>End of the Second Act.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_III" id="ACT_III"></a>ACT III.</h2> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span> <i>A Forest.</i></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<p class="center">[<i>Seeing <span class="smcap">Torax</span> and <span class="smcap">Monelia</span>, coming towards them.</i>]</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As the young Hunter, anxious in the Chace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With beating Heart and quivering Hand espies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wish'd for Game, and trembles for th' Event,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I behold the bright Monelia's Steps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom anxiously I've sought, approach this way—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What shall I say? or how shall I accost her?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is a fatal Minute to mistake in.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Joy or Grief of Life depends upon 't;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is the important Crisis of my Fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've thought a thousand things to say and do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But know not which to say or do the first.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall I begin with my old Tale of Love?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or shall I shock her with the News of War?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must I put on the Face of Joy or Grief?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem unconcern'd or full of Doubts and Fears?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How unprepar'd I am for the Encounter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd rather stand against an Host of Foes—<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">But she draws near, and Fate must guide me now,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Enter <span class="smcap">Torax</span> and <span class="smcap">Monelia</span>.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Where tend your Steps with such an Air of Joy?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To view the Beauties of th' extended Lake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on its mossy Bank recline at Ease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While we behold the Sports of Fish and Fowl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in this Calm no doubt will be diverting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And these are new Amusements to Monelia,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She never saw the Sea or Lakes before.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'm glad our Country's aught to give such Pleasure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To one deservedly so welcome in it.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That I am welcome you have oft assur'd me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I deserve it you may be mistaken,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The outside Shew, the Form, the Dress, the Air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That please at first Acquaintance, oft deceive us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prove more Mimickers of true Desert,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which always brightens by a further Trial,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Appears more lovely as we know it better,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At least can never suffer by Acquaintance.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps then you To-morrow will despise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What you esteem To-day, and call deserving.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Love to you, Monelia, cannot change.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Beauty, like the Sun, for ever pleases,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like the Earth, my Love can never move.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Earth itself is sometimes known to shake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the bright Sun by Clouds is oft conceal'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gloomy Night succeeds the Smiles of Day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Beauty oft by foulest Faults is veil'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And after one short Blaze admir'd no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loses its Lustre, drops its sparkling Charms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lover sickens, and his Passion dies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, worse, he hates what he so doted on.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time only proves the Truth of Worth and Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The one may be a Cheat, the other change,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Fears, and Jealousies, and mortal Hate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Succeed the Sunshine of the warmest Passion.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have I not vow'd my Love to you, Monelia,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And open'd all the Weakness of my Heart?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You cannot think me false and insincere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I repeat my Vows to love you still;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each time I see you move, or hear you speak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It adds fresh Fuel to the growing Flame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You're like the rising Sun, whose Beams increase<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he advances upward to our View;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We gaze with growing Wonder till we're blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Beauty fades and dies but his.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus shall I always view your growing Charm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Day and Hour with fresh Delight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness thou Sun and Moon, and Stars above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness ye purling Streams and quivering Lakes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness ye Groves and Hills, and Springs and Plains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness ye Shades, and the cool Fountain, where<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I first espied the Image of her Charms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And starting saw her on th' adjacent Bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I to my Monelia prove untrue.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hoh! now your Talk is so much like a Christian's,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I must be excus'd if I distrust you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think your fair Pretences all designing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I once was courted by a spruce young Blade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lac'd Coat Captain, warlike, active, gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cockaded Hat and Medal on his Breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every thing was clever but his Tongue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He swore he lov'd, O! how he swore he lov'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd on his God and Stars to witness for him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wish'd he might die, be blown to Hell and damn'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ever he lov'd woman so before:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd me his Princess, Charmer, Angel, Goddess,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swore nothing else was ever half so pretty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So dear, so sweet, so much to please his Taste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He kiss'd, he squeez'd, and press'd me to his Bosom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vow'd nothing could abate his ardent Passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swore he should die, should drown, or hang himself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could not exist if I denied his Suit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And said a thousand Things I cannot Name:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My simple Heart, made soft by so much Heat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half gave Consent, meaning to be his Bride.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Moment thus unguarded, he embrac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And impudently ask'd to stain my Virtue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With just Disdain I push'd him from my Arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let him know he'd kindled my Resentment;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Scene was chang'd from Sunshine to a Storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! then he curs'd, and swore, and damn'd, and sunk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd me proud Bitch, pray'd Heav'n to blast my Soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wish'd Furies, Hell, and Devils had my Body,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To say no more; bid me begone in Haste<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without the smallest Mark of his Affection.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This was an Englishman, a Christian Lover.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Would you compare an Indian Prince to those<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Trade it is to cheat, deceive, and flatter?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who rarely speak the Meaning of their Hearts?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Tongues are full of Promises and Vows?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose very Language is a downright Lie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who swear and call on Gods when they mean nothing?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who call it complaisant, polite good Breeding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To say Ten thousand things they don't intend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell their nearest Friends the basest Falsehood?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know you cannot think me so perverse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such Baseness dwells not in an Indian's Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll convince you that I am no Christian.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then do not swear, nor vow, nor promise much,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An honest Heart needs none of this Parade;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its Sense steals softly to the list'ning Ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Love, like a rich Jewel we most value,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When we ourselves by Chance espy its Blaze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And none proclaims where we may find the Prize.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mistake me not, I don't impeach your Honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor think you undeserving my Esteem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When our Hands join you may repeat your Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But save these Repetitions from the Tongue.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forgive me, if my Fondness is too pressing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis Fear, 'tis anxious Fear, that makes it so.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What do you fear? have I not said enough?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or would you have me swear some Christian Oath?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No, but I fear our Love will be oppos'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Father will forbid our Hands to join.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I cannot think it; you are Ponteach's Son,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heir to an Empire large and rich as his.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">True; but your Father is a Friend to Britons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mine a Foe, and now is fix'd on War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Immediate War: This Day the Chiefs assemble,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To raise the Hatchet, and to arm the Troops.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then I must leave your Realm, and bid Adieu,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In spite of your fond Passion, or my own;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I can never disoblige my Father,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though by it I were sure to gain an Empire.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Chekitan's undone, undone for ever.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unless your Father by kind Fate is mov'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be our Friend, and join the Lists with mine.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nothing would please me better; I love War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think it time to curb the English Pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And give a check to their increasing Power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Land is ravag'd by their numerous Bands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Day they're growing more our Lords.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Are you sincere, or do you feign this Speech?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Indeed my Tongue does not bely my Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And but my Father's wrong-turn'd Policy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forbids, I'd instant join in War with you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And help to set new Limits to their Power.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis plain, if they proceed, nor you nor I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall rule an Empire, or possess a Crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Countries all will soon become a Prey<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Strangers; we perhaps shall be their Slaves.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But will your Father be convinc'd of this?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I doubt he'll not. The good old Man esteems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dotes upon them as most worthy Friends;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've told him often that he cherish'd Serpents,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bite his Children, and destroy his Friends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this he calls the Folly of my Youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bids me be silent, show Respect to Age,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sow Sedition in my Father's Empire.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stiff as he is, he yet may be subdued;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I've a Power prepar'd that will attack him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should he refuse his Aid to our Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Retire himself, and bid his Troops to follow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet Philip stands engag'd for his Return,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere twice the Sun has ris'n and blest the Earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Philip is eloquent, and so prepar'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He cannot fail to bend him to our Purpose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You and Monelia have a Part to act;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To linger here, should he in Haste retreat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Philip follows and employs his Force.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Stay will add new Life to the Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And be of mighty Weight to gain Success.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How shall we tarry midst the Noise of War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Danger of our Lives from Friends and Foes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This will be deem'd a Madness by our Father,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And will deserve his most severe Rebuke.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Myself will be a Sponsor for your Safety;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And should your Father baffle our Attempts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conduct you home from all the Noise of War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where may you long in Peace and Plenty smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I return to mourn my hapless Fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But should Success attend on Philip's Purpose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Father will not discommend your Stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But smiling give new Vigour to the War;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which being ended, and our Foes subdu'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The happy Fruits of Peace succeed to all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we shall taste the greater Sweets of Love.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Purport of our Stay is hid from me;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Philip's subtle, crafty as the Fox.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll give full Scope to his enticing Art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And help him what we can to take the Prey.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In your Protection then I trust myself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor will delay beyond th' appointed Term,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest anxious Fears possess our Father's Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Mischiefs happen that incur his Anger.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is agreed; we now pursue our Walk;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mean time consult what else may be of Use,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">You're pain'd with Love, and I'm in Pain for War.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Game is sure—Her Brother's on my Side—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her Brother and my own—My Force is strong—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But could her Father now be rous'd to War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How should I triumph and defy even Fate?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Fortune favours all advent'rous Souls:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll now to Philip; tell him my Success,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rouse up every Spark of Vigour in him:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He will conceive fresh Hopes, and be more zealous.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II. <i><span class="smcap">Ponteach's</span> Cabin.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>, an Indian <span class="smcap">Conjurer</span>, and French <span class="smcap">Priest</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well! have you found the Secret of my Dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By all your Cries, and Howls, and Sweats, and Prayers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or is the Meaning still conceal'd from Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And only known to Genii and the Gods?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Conjurer.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Two Hours I've lain within the sultry Stove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Floods of Sweat ran trickling from my Skin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Howls and Cries and all the Force of Sound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have I invok'd your Genius and my own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smote on my Breast, and beat against my Head,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To move an Answer, and the Secret learn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all in vain, no Answer can I have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I first learn what secret Purposes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And great Designs are brooding in your Mind.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At our pure Virgin's Shrine I've bowed my Knees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there in fervent Prayer pour'd out my Soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd on Saint Peter, call'd on all the Saints<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That know the Secrets both of Heaven and Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And can reveal what Gods themselves can do:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've us'd the Arts of our most holy Mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which I receiv'd when I forsook the World,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gave myself to Holiness and Heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But can't obtain the Secret of your Dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I first know the Secrets of your Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or what you hope or wish to be effected.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis on these Terms we learn the Will of God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Good or Ill awaits on Kings or Kingdoms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And without this, St. Peter's Self can't tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But at a Dream like yours would be confounded.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You're well agreed—Our Gods are much alike—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I suspect both Rogues—What! won't they tell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should they betray my Scheme, the whole is blown.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet I fain would know. I'll charge them first.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look here; if I disclose a Secret to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell it to none but silent honest Gods;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death to you both, if you reveal to Men.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Both.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We will, we will, the Gods alone shall know.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Know then that I have fix'd on speedy War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To drive these new Encroachers from my Country.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For this I meant t' engage our several Tribes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when our Foes are driven to their Bounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we may stand and hold our Rights secure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unite our Strength under one common Head,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom all these Petty Kings must own their Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not even Hendrick's self shall be excused.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is my Purpose. Learn if it shall prosper,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or will it end in Infamy and Shame?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Conjurer.</span></p> + + +<div class="hangindent"><p>[<i>Smiting on his breast, groaning, and muttering in his cloak or +blanket, falls down upon the ground, beats his head against +it, and pretends to listen: then rises, and says with a rumbling +hideous voice:</i>]</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Success and Victory shall attend your Arms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are the mighty Elk that none can conquer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Tribes shall own you for their King.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus, say the Genii, does your Dream intend.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> + + +<div class="hangindent"><p>[<i>Looking up to Heaven in a praying posture for a small space, +says:</i>]</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Had I but known you was resolv'd on War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And War against those Heretics the English,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I need not to have ask'd a God or Saint<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To signify the Import of your Dream.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your great Design shall have a prosperous End,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis by the Gods approv'd, and must succeed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Angels and Saints are dancing now in Heaven:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Enemies are theirs, are hated by them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And they'll protect and help you as their Champion,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">That fights their Battles, and defends their Cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our great St. Peter is himself a Warrior;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He drew his Sword against such Infidels,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now, like him, you'll gain immortal Honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Gods in Heaven and Saints on Earth will praise you.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Gods and Genii do as you have said.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I'll to the Chiefs, and hasten them to Arms.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> and <span class="smcap">Conjurer</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This, by St. Peter, goes as I would have it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Conjurer agreed with me to pump him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else deny to solve his dubious Vision:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, that we've so agreed in our Responses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is all mere Providence, and rul'd by Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To give us further Credit with this Indian.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now he is fix'd—will wage immediate War—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This will be joyful News in France and Rome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Ponteach is in Arms, and won't allow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The English to possess their new-gain'd Empire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he has slain their Troops, destroy'd their Forts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expell'd them from the Lakes to their old Limits:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he prefers the French, and will assist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To repossess them of this fertile Land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By all the Saints, of this I'll make a Merit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Declare myself to be the wise Projector;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This may advance me towards St. Peter's Chair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And these blind Infidels by Accident<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May have a Hand in making me a Pope—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But stop—Won't this defeat my other Purpose?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gain the Mohawk Princess to my Wishes?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No—by the holy Virgin, I'll surprise her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And have one hearty Revel in her Charms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I'll hasten to this Indian Council;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I may do something there that's apropos.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span> <i>An Indian Senate-House.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>, <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>, <span class="smcap">Philip</span>, <span class="smcap">Astinaco</span>, <span class="smcap">Bear</span>, <span class="smcap">Wolf</span>, and +French <span class="smcap">Priest</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Are all the Chiefs and Warriors here assembled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we expect to honour this Day's Council?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All are conven'd except the Mohawk King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, as we are inform'd, denies his Presence.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I've half succeeded with the stubborn Chief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He will not join in Council, but hath promised,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till further Notice, not to be our Foe:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He'll see how we unite, and what Success<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attends our Arms; in short, he gives strong Hints<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he will soon befriend the common Cause.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Do what he will, 'tis this explains my Meaning;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Taking up the hatchet.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">You all are well appris'd of my Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which every passing Moment but confirms:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, my Heart's pain'd while I withhold my Hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Blood and Vengeance on our hated Foes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' I should stand alone, I'll try my Power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To punish their Encroachments, Frauds, and Pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet tho' I die, it is my Country's Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis better thus to die than be despis'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better to die than be a Slave to Cowards,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better to die than see my Friends abus'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Aged scorn'd, the Young despis'd and spurn'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better to die than see my Country ruin'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myself, my Sons, my Friends reduc'd to Famine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expell'd from hence to barren Rocks and Mountains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To curse our wretched Fate and pine in Want;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our pleasant Lakes and Fertile Lands usurp'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Strangers, Ravagers, rapacious Christians.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is it don't prefer a Death in War<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To this impending Wretchedness and Shame?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is it loves his Country, Friends, or Self,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And does not feel Resentment in his Soul?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is it sees their growing Strength and Power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how we waste and fail by swift Degrees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That does not think it Time to rouse and arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kill the Serpent ere we feel it sting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fall the Victims of its painful Poison?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! could our Fathers from their Country see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their ancient Rights encroach'd upon and ravag'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we their Children slow, supine, and careless<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To keep the Liberty and Land they left us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tamely fall a Sacrifice to Knaves!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How would their Bosoms glow with patriot Shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see their Offspring so unlike themselves?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They dared all Dangers to defend their Rights,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor tamely bore an Insult from a Foe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their plain rough Souls were brave and full of Fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lovers of War, nor knew the Pain of Fear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rouse, then, ye Sons of ancient Heroes, rouse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Put on your Arms, and let us act a Part<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worthy the Sons of such renowned Chiefs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor urge I you to Dangers that I shun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or mean to act my Part by Words alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Hand shall wield the Hatchet in the Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These Feet pursue the frighted running Foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Body rush into the hottest Battle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There should I fall, I shall secure my Honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, dying, urge my Countrymen to Vengeance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With more Success than all the Force of Words.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should I survive, I'll shed the foremost Tear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er my brave Countrymen that chance to fall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll be the foremost to revenge their Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, while I live, honour both them and theirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I add no more, but wait to hear your Minds.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tho' I'm a Warrior, and delight in Arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have oft with Pleasure heard the Sound of Battle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oft return'd with Victory and Triumph;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I'm not fond to fight without just Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or shed the Blood of Men for my Diversion;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I have seen, with my own Eyes I've seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High Provocations from our present Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Pride and Insults, Knavery and Frauds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their large Encroachments on our common Rights,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which every Day increase, are seen by all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grown so common, they are disregarded.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What calls on us more loudly for Revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is their Contempt and Breach of public Faith.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When we complain, they sometimes promise fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When we grow restless, Treaties are propos'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Promises are gilded then with Presents.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is the End? Still the old Trade goes on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Colonels, Governors, and mighty Men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat, lie, and break their solemn Promises,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And take no care to have our Wrongs redress'd.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their King is distant, would he hear our Prayers:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still we've no other Way to come at Justice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But by our Arms to punish Wrongs like these,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Wrongs like these are national and public,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Concern us all, and call for public Vengeance.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Wrongs like these are recent in our Minds.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Public or private Wrongs, no matter which.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I think our Hunters ought to be reveng'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Bodies are found torn by rav'nous Beasts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But who doubts they were kill'd by Englishmen?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Heads are scalp'd, their Arms and Jewels gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Beasts of Prey can have no Use for these.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, they were murdered, slyly, basely shot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And who that has a Heart does not resent it?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! how I long to tear their mangled Limbs!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I could eat their Hearts, and drink their Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And revel in their Torments, Pains, and Tortures;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, though I go alone, I'll seek Revenge.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Astinaco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is the Fire and Madness of your Youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And must be curb'd to do your Country Service.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Facts are not always what they seem to be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this perhaps may be the Fault of One<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom their Laws punish if you once detect him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall we then, to revenge your Countrymen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To recompense a Wrong by one committed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rouse all to Arms, and make a general Slaughter?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis higher Motives move my Mind to War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make me zealous in the common Cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But hear me—'Tis no Trifle we're upon—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we have Wisdom, it must now be used;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we have Numbers, they must be united;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we have Strength, it must be all exerted;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we have Courage it must be inflamed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Art and Stratagem be practis'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We've more to do than fright a Pigeon Roost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or start a timorous Flock of running Deer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, we've a strong, a warlike stubborn Foe,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unus'd to be repuls'd and quit the Field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, flush'd with Victories and long Success,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Numbers, Strength, and Courage all renown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis little of them that you see or know.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've seen their Capital, their Troops and Stores,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Ships, their Magazines of Death and Vengeance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, what is more, I've seen their potent King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who like a God sits over all the World,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thunders forth his Vengeance thro' the Earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he is pleas'd, Smiles sit upon his Face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Goodness flows in Rivers at his Feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he's provok'd, 'tis like a fiery Tempest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All's Terror and Amazement in his Presence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And frighted Heroes trembling flee his Wrath.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What then is to be done? what may we hope?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At most, by secret, sly, and subtle Means<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To curb these vagrant Outcasts of his Subjects,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Secure our Countries from their further Ravage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make ourselves of more Importance to them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps procure a Peace to our Advantage.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this I'll join and head my valiant Troops,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who will not fail to act a valiant Part.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">The Bear.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is the Greatness of their King to us?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What of his Strength or Wisdom? Shall we fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Lion chain'd, or in another World?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or what avails his flowing Goodness to us?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Does not the ravenous Tyger feed her Young?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the fierce Panther fawn upon his Mate?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do not the Wolves defend and help their Fellows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The poisonous Serpent feed her hissing Brood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And open wide her Mouth for their Protection?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So this good King shows Kindness to his own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And favours them, to make a Prey of others;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But at his Hands we may expect no Favour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look back, my Friends, to our Forefathers' Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where is their Country? where their pleasant Haunts?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The running Streams and shady Forests where?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They chas'd the flying Game, and liv'd in Plenty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lo, these proud Strangers now possess the Whole;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Cities, Towns, and Villages arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forests are spoil'd, the Haunts of Game destroy'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Sea Coasts made one general Waste;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Between the Rivers Torrent-like they sweep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drive our Tribes toward the setting Sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They who once liv'd on yon delightful Plains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are now no more, their very Name is lost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sons of potent Kings, subdu'd and murder'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are Vagrants, and unknown among their Neighbours.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where will the Ravage stop? the Ruin where?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Does not the Torrent rush with growing Speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hurry us to the same wretched End?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let us grow wise then by our Fathers' Folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unite our Strength, too long it's been divided,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mutual Fears and Jealousies obtain'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This has encourag'd our encroaching Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we'll convince them, once, we dare oppose them.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">The Wolf.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet we have Strength by which we may oppose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But every Day this Strength declines and fails.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our great Forefathers, ere these Strangers came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Liv'd by the Chace, with Nature's Gifts content,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cooling Fountain quench'd their raging Thirst.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doctors, and Drugs, and Med'cines were unknown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even Age itself was free from Pain and Sickness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as the Wind, o'er Rocks and Hills they chas'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flying Game, the bounding Stag outwinded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tir'd the savage Bear, and tam'd the Tyger;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At Evening feasted on the past Day's Toil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor then fatigu'd; the merry Dance and Song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Succeeded; still with every rising Sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sport renew'd; or if some daring Foe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Provok'd their Wrath, they bent the hostile Bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor waited his Approach, but rush'd with Speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearless of Hunger, Thirst, Fatigue, or Death.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we their soften'd Sons, a puny Race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are weak in Youth, fear Dangers where they're not;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are weary'd with what was to them a Sport,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Panting and breathless in One short Hour's Chace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Effort of our Strength is feeble.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We're poison'd with the Infection of our Foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their very Looks and Actions are infectious,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in deep Silence spread Destruction round them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bethink yourselves while any Strength remains;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dare to be like your Fathers, brave and strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor further let the growing Poison spread.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And would you stop it, you must resolve to conquer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Destroy their Forts and Bulwarks, burn their Towns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep them at a greater Distance from us.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! 'tis a Day I long have wish'd to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, aged as I am, my Youth returns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To act with Vigour in so good a Cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, you shall see the old Wolf will not fail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To head his Troops, and urge them on to Battle.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your Minds are all for War, we'll not delay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor doubt but others gladly will comply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they behold our Union and Success.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Holy Priest has something to propose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That may excite us all to greater Zeal.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let him be heard: 'Tis something from his Gods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And may import the common Interest much.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<p class="center">[<i>Coming from one side, where he hath stood listening.</i>]</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis not to shew my Eloquence of Speech,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or drown your Senses with unmeaning Sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I desire Admittance to your Council;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is an Impulse from the Gods that moves me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That what I say will be to your Advantage.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! With what secret Pleasure I behold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So many wise and valiant Kings unite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a Cause by Gods and Saints espous'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven smiles on your Design, and it shall prosper.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You're going to fight the Enemies of God;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rebels and Traitors to the King of Kings;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, those who once betray'd and kill'd his Son,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who came to save you Indians from Damnation—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was an Indian, therefore they destroy'd him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He rose again and took his flight to Heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when his Foes are slain he'll quick return;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And be your kind Protector, Friend, and King.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be therefore brave and fight his Battles for him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spare not his Enemies, where-e'r you find 'em:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more you murder them, the more you please him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kill all you captivate, both old and young,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mothers and Children, let them feel your Tortures;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He that shall kill a Briton, merits Heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And should you chance to fall, you'll be convey'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By flying Angels to your King that's there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where these your hated Foes can never come.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doubt you the Truth of this my Declaration?<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I have a Witness here that cannot lie.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pulling out a burning glass.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">This Glass was touch'd by your great Saviour's Hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And after left in holy Peter's Care;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I command, it brings down Fire from Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">To witness for me that I tell no Lie.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>The <span class="smcap">Indians</span> gather round and gaze.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Behold—Great God, send Fire, convince these Indian Kings<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">That I'm thy Servant, and report the Truth,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>In a very praying posture and solemn canting tone.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Am sent to teach them what they ought to do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To kill and scalp, to torture and torment<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Thy murderous treacherous Foes, the hateful English.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>It takes fire; the <span class="smcap">Indians</span> are amaz'd, and retreat from it.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who now can doubt the Justice of our Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or this Man's Mission from the King above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that we ought to follow his Commands?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Astinaco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis wonderful indeed—It must be so—<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This cannot be a Cheat—It is from Heaven<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">All.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We are convinc'd and ready to obey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We are impatient to revenge our King.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<p class="center">[<i>Takes up the bloody hatchet and flourishes it round.</i>]</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus do I raise the Hatchet from the Ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharpen'd and bright may it be stain'd with Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never dull'd nor rusted till we've conquer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And taught proud Englishmen to dread its Edge.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">All.</span></p> +<p class="center">[<i>Flourishing their hatchets, and striking them upon a block.</i>]</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus will we hew and carve their mangled Bodies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And give them to the Beasts and Birds for Food.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thus our Names and Honours will maintain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Sun and Moon, Rivers and Trees remain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our unborn Children shall rejoice to hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How we their Fathers made the English fear.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">The War Song.</span></p> + +<div class="hangindent"><p><i>To the tune of "Over the Hills and far away," sung by <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>, +the head warrior. They all join in the Chorus, and dance, while +that is singing, in a circle round him; and during the Chorus the +music plays.</i></p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where-e'r the Sun displays his Light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Moon is seen to shine by Night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where-e'r the noisy Rivers flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Trees and Grass and Herbage grow.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Be 't known that we this War begin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With proud insulting Englishmen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">The Hatchet we have lifted high,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Holding up their hatchets.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">And them we'll conquer or we'll die.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Edge is keen, the Blade is bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing saves them but their Flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then like Heroes we'll pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the Hills and Valleys through.—<i>Chorus.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They'll like frighted Women quake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they behold a hissing Snake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or like timorous Deer away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leave both Goods and Arms a Prey.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pain'd with Hunger, Cold, or Heat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Haste they'll from our Land retreat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">While we'll employ our scalping Knives—<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Drawing and flourishing their scalping knives.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Take off their Skulls, and spare their Lives.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or in their Country they'll complain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ever dare return again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if they should they'll rue the Day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And curse the Guide that shew'd the Way.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If Fortune smiles, we'll not be long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere we return with Dance and Song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ah! if we should chance to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear Wives and Children do not cry.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our Friends will ease your Grief and Woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By double Vengeance on the Foe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will kill, and scalp, and shed their Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where-e'r they find them thro' the Wood.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No pointing Foe shall ever say<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas there the vanquish'd Indian lay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or boasting to his Friends relate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Tale of our unhappy Fate.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let us with Courage then away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hunt and seize the frighted Prey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor think of Children, Friend, or Wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While there's an Englishman alive.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Heat and Cold, thro' Wet and Dry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will we pursue, and they shall fly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Seas which they a Refuge think,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And there in wretched Crowds they'll sink.—<i>Chorus.</i><br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt omnes singing.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>The End of the Third Act.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_IV" id="ACT_IV"></a>ACT IV.</h2> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span> <i>The Border of a Grove.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span> to <span class="smcap">Philip</span> and <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Troops are all assembled, some have march'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps are now engag'd, and warm in Battle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rest have Orders where to bend their Course.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each Tribe is headed by a valiant Chief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except the Bulls which fall to one of you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other stays to serve the State at home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or back us, should our Forces prove too weak.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Bulls are brave, had they a brave Commander,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They'd push the Battle home with sure Success.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd choose of all the Troops to be their Leader;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For tho' I'd neither Courage, Skill, nor Strength,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Honour attends the Man who heads the Brave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many are dubb'd for Heroes in these Times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who owe their Fame to those whom they commanded.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But we shall ne'er suspect your Title false;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Already you've confirm'd your Fame and Courage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prov'd your Skill and Strength as a Commander.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still I'll endeavour to deserve your Praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor long delay the Honour you propose.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But this will interfere with your Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oversets the Scheme of winning Hendrick.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Ah true—and kills your Hope—This Man 's in Love.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>To <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Indeed! In Love with whom? King Hendrick's Daughter?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The same; and I've engag'd to win her Father.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This may induce him to espouse our Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which likewise you engag'd should be effected.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But then I can't command as was propos'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must resign that Honour to this Lover,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I conduct and form this double Treaty.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am content if you but please yourselves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Means and Ways not hurtful to the Public.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was not the Public serv'd, no private Ends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would tempt me to detain him from the Field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in his stead propose myself a Leader;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But every Power I have shall be exerted:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if in Strength or Wisdom I should fail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dare presume you'll ever find me faithful.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I doubt it not—You'll not delay your Charge;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">The Troops are all impatient for the Battle.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span> and <span class="smcap">Philip</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is not to my Mind—But I must do it—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Philip heads the Troops, my Hopes are blown—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must prepare, and leave the Event to Fate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And him—'Tis fix'd—There is no other Choice;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Monelia I must leave, and think of Battles—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She will be safe—But, Oh! the Chance of War—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps I fall—and never see her more—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This shocks my Soul in spite of Resolution—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bare Perhaps is more than Daggers to me—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To part for ever! I'd rather stand against<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Embattled Troops than meet this single Thought;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Thought in Poison dipp'd and pointed round;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! how it pains my doubting trembling Heart!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must not harbour it—My Word is gone—<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">My Honour calls—and, what is more, my Love.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Noise of <span class="smcap">Monelia</span> striving behind the scene.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">What Sound is that?—It is Monelia's Voice;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And in Distress—What Monster gives her Pain?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Going towards the sound, the Scene opens and discovers the <span class="smcap">Priest</span> with her.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span> <i><span class="smcap">Monelia</span> and <span class="smcap">Priest</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What do I see? The holy <span class="smcap">Priest</span> is with her.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<p class="center">[<i>Struggling with the <span class="smcap">Priest</span>, and trying to disengage herself.</i>]</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No, I would sooner die than be dishonour'd—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cut my own Throat, or drown me in the Lake.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Do you love Indians better than us white Men?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nay, should an Indian make the foul Attempt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd murder him, or kill my wretched Self.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I must I can, and will enjoy you now.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You must! You sha'n't, you cruel, barbarous Christian.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Hold, thou mad Tyger—What Attempt is this?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Seizing him.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Are you a Christian Priest? What do you here?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pushes him.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">What was his Will, Monelia? He is dumb.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May he be dumb and blind, and senseless quite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That had such brutal Baseness in his Mind.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Base false Deceiver, what could you intend?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Making towards him.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh I am faint—You have preserv'd my Honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Which he, foul Christian, thirsted to destroy.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Priest</span> attempts to go.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stay; leave your Life to expiate your Crime:<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Your heated Blood shall pay for your Presumption.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Offering to strike him with a hatchet.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Good Prince, forbear your pious Hand from Blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I did not know you was this Maiden's Lover,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I took her for a Stranger, half your Foe.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did you not know she was King Hendrick's Daughter?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did you not know that she was not your Wife?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have you not told us, holy Men like you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are by the Gods forbid all fleshly Converse?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have you not told us, Death, and Fire, and Hell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Await those who are incontinent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or dare to violate the Rites of Wedlock?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That your God's Mother liv'd and died a Virgin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thereby set Example to her Sex?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What means all this? Say you such Things to us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That you alone may revel in these Pleasures?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have a Dispensation from St. Peter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To quench the Fire of Love when it grows painful.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This makes it innocent like Marriage Vows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all our holy Priests, and she herself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Commit no Sin in this Relief of Nature:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, being holy, there is no Pollution<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Communicated from us as from others;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, Maids are holy after we've enjoy'd them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, should the Seed take Root, the Fruit is pure.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh vain Pretense! Falsehood and foul Deception!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None but a Christian could devise such Lies!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did I not fear it might provoke your Gods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Tongue should never frame Deceit again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If there are Gods, and such as you have told us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They must abhor all Baseness and Deceit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And will not fail to punish Crimes like yours.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To them I leave you—But avoid my Presence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let me ever see your hated Head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or hear your lying Tongue within this Country.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Now by St. Peter I must go—He's raging.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That Day I do, by your great dreadful God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Hand shall cleave your Head, and spill your Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not all your Prayers, and Lies, and Saints shall save you.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I've got his Father's Secret, and will use it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Such Disappointment ought to be reveng'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Don't mutter here, and conjure up your Saints,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I value not their Curses, or your Prayers.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Stepping towards the <span class="smcap">Priest</span> to hurry him.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">By all the Saints, young Man, thou shalt repent it.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Base, false Dissembler—Tyger, Snake, a Christian!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hate the Sight; I fear the very Name.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Prince, what has not your kind Presence sav'd me!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It sav'd to me more than my Father's Empire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far more than Crowns and Worlds—It sav'd Monelia,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Hope of whom is more than the Creation.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this I feel the Triumph of an Hero,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And glory more than if I'd conquer'd Kingdoms.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, I am thine, I'm more than ever thine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am your Captive now, your lawful Prize:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You've taken me in War, a dreadful War!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And snatch'd me from the hungry Tyger's Jaw.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than my Life and Service is your Due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had I more I would devote it to you.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O my Monelia! rich is my Reward,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I lost Life itself in the Encounter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But still I fear that Fate will snatch you from me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where is your Brother? Why was you alone?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Torax</span>, from listening to their discourse.</i></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here am I: What would you of me?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Torax!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've been assaulted by a barbarous Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by mere Accident escap'd my Ruin.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What Foe is here? The English are not come?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No: But a Christian lurk'd within the Grove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Christian is a Foe to Virtue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Insidious, subtle, cruel, base, and false!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Snakes, their very Eyes are full of Poison;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where they are not, Innocence is safe.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The holy Priest! Is he so vile a Man?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I heard him mutter Threat'nings as I past him.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I spar'd his guilty Life, but drove him hence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Pain of Death and Tortures, never more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tread the Earth, or breathe the Air with me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be warn'd by this to better tend your Charge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You see how Mischiefs lie conceal'd about us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We tread on Serpents ere we hear them hiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Tygers lurk to seize the incautious Prey.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must this Hour lead forth my Troops to Battle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They're now in Arms, and waiting my Command.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What Safety shall I have when you are gone?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must not, cannot, will not longer tarry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest other Christians, or some other Foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attempt my Ruin.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Torax will be your Guard.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Honour suffers, should I now decline;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is my Country's Cause; I've pawn'd my Word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prevented Philip, to make sure of you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He stays. 'Tis all in favour to our Love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We must at present please ourselves with Hopes.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! my fond Heart no more conceals its Flame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fear, my Prince, I fear our Fates are cruel:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's something whispers in my anxious Breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That if you go, I ne'er shall see you more.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! how her Words unman and melt my Soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">As if her Fears were Prophecies of Fate.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">I will not go and leave you thus in Fears;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll frame Excuses—Philip shall command—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll find some other Means to turn the King;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll venture Honour, Fortune, Life, and Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than trust you from my Sight again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For what avails all that the World can give?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you're withheld, all other Gifts are Curses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Fame and Fortune serve to make me wretched.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now you grow wild—You must not think of staying;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our only Hope, you know, depends on Philip.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will not fear, but hope for his Success,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your Return with Victory and Triumph,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Love and Honour both may crown our Joy.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now this is kind; I am myself again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You had unman'd and soften'd all my Soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disarm'd my Hand, and cowardiz'd my Heart:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now in every Vein I feel an Hero,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Defy the thickest Tempest of the War:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, like a Lion conscious of his Strength,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearless of Death I'll rush into the Battle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll fight, I'll conquer, triumph and return;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laurels I'll gain and lay them at your Feet.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Monelia.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May the Success attend you that you wish!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May our whole Scheme of Happiness succeed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May our next Meeting put an End to Fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Fortune shine upon us in full Blaze!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May Fate preserve you as her Darling Charge!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May all the Gods and Goddesses, and Saints,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If conscious of our Love, turn your Protectors!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the great thundering God with Lightning burn<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Him that but means to interrupt your Peace.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span> <i>Indian Senate-House.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> and <span class="smcap">Philip</span>.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Say you that Torax then is fond of War?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is, and waits impatient my Return.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis friendly in you thus to help your Brother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I suspect his Courage in the Field;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A love-sick Boy makes but a cow'rdly Captain.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His Love may spur him on with greater Courage;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He thinks he's fighting for a double Prize;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And but for this, and Hopes of greater Service<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In forwarding the Treaty with the Mohawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I now had been in Arms and warm in Battle.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I much commend the Wisdom of your Stay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepare yourself, and hasten to his Quarters;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You cannot make th' Attempt with too much Speed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge ev'ry Argument with Force upon him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge my strong Friendship, urge your Brother's Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Daughter's Happiness, the common Good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The general Sense of all the Indian Chiefs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Baseness of our Foes, our Hope of Conquest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Richness of the Plunder if we speed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we'll divide and share it as he pleases;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That our Success is certain if he joins us.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge these, and what besides to you occurs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All cannot fail, I think, to change his Purpose.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">You'd think so more if you knew all my Plan.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">I'm all prepar'd now I've receiv'd your Orders,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But first must speak t' his Children ere I part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am to meet them in the further Grove.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hark! there's a Shout—We've News of some Success;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is the Noise of Victory and Triumph.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Enter a <span class="smcap">Messenger</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Messenger.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Huzza! for our brave Warriors are return'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loaded with Plunder and the Scalps of Christians.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Enter <span class="smcap">Warriors</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What have you done? Why all this Noise and Shouting?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three Forts are taken, all consum'd and plunder'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The English in them all destroy'd by Fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except some few escap'd to die with Hunger.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We've smok'd the Bear in spite of all his Craft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burnt up their Den, and made them take the Field:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty Colonel Cockum and his Captain<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Have dull'd our Tomhocks; here are both their Scalps:<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Holding out the two scalps.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Their Heads are split, our Dogs have eat their Brains.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If that be all they've eat, the Hounds will starve.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">3rd Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These are the scalps of those two famous Cheats<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Who bought our Furs for Rum, and sold us Water.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Holding out the scalps, which <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> takes.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Our Men are loaded with their Furs again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other Plunder from the Villains' Stores.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">All this is brave!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Tossing up the scalps, which others catch, and toss and throw them about.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">This Way we'll serve them all.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We'll cover all our Cabins with their Scalps.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Warriors.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We'll fat our Dogs upon their Brains and Blood.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ere long we'll have their Governors in Play.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And knock their grey-wig'd Scalps about this Way.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Game is started; Warriors, hunt away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let them find a Place to shun your Hatchets.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">All Warriors.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We will: We will soon shew you other Scalps.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bring some alive; I long to see them dance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Fire and Flames, it us'd to make them caper.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Warriors.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Such Sport enough you'll have before we've done.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This still will help to move the Mohawk King.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spare not to make the most of our Success.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Trust me for that—Hark; there's another Shout;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Shouting without.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">A Shout for Prisoners—Now I have my Sport.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is indeed; and there's a Number too.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Warriors</span>.</i></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We've broke the Barrier, burnt their Magazines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slew Hundreds of them, and pursu'd the rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quite to their Settlements.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There we took<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their famous Hunters Honnyman and Orsbourn:<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">The last is slain, this is his bloody Scalp.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Tossing it up.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">With them we found the Guns of our lost Hunters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other Proofs that they're the Murderers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, Honnyman confesses the base Deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, boasting, says, he's kill'd a Score of Indians.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">3rd Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This is the bloody Hunter: This his Wife;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Leading them forward, pinioned and tied together.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">With two young Brats that will be like their Father.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We took them in their Nest, and spoil'd their Dreams.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh I could eat their Hearts, and drink their Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were they not Poison, and unfit for Dogs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, you Blood-hunter, have you lost your Feeling?<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">You Tygress Bitch! You Breeder up of Serpents!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Slapping <span class="smcap">Honnyman</span> in the face, and kicking his wife.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stop—We must first consult which way to torture.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whether all shall die—We will retire.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip</span> [<i>going</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Take care they don't escape.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">They're bound secure.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Indians</span>; manent <span class="smcap">Prisoners</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, Honnyman, how desperate is our Case!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not a single Hope of Mercy left:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How savage, cruel, bloody did they look!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rage and Revenge appear'd in every Face.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You may depend upon 't, we all must die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've made such Havoc, they'll have no Compassion;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They only wait to study out new Torments:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All that can be inflicted or endur'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We may expect from their relentless Hands.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their brutal Eyes ne'er shed a pitying Tear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their savage Hearts ne'er had a Thought of Mercy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Bosoms swell with Rancour and Revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, Devil-like, delight in others' Plagues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love Torments, Torture, Anguish, Fire, and Pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The deep-fetch'd Groan, the melancholy Sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the Terrors and Distress of Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These are their Music, and enhance their Joy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Silence then submit yourself to Fate:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make no Complaint, nor ask for their Compassion;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This will confound and half destroy their Mirth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, this may put a stop to many Tortures,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To which our Prayers and Tears and Plaints would move them.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, dreadful Scene! Support me, mighty God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pass the Terrors of this dismal Hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All dark with Horrors, Torments, Pains, and Death!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, let me not despair of thy kind Help;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Give Courage to my wretched, groaning Heart!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tush, Silence! You'll be overheard.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, my dear Husband! 'Tis an Hour for Prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An Infidel would pray in our Distress:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An Atheist would believe there was some God<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pity Pains and Miseries so great.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If there's a God, he knows our secret Wishes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Noise can be no Sacrifice to him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It opens all the Springs of our weak Passions.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, it will be Mirth to our Tormentors;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They'll laugh, and call this Cowardice in Christians<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And say Religion makes us all mere Women.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will suppress my Grief in Silence then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And secretly implore the Aid of Heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Forbid to pray! Oh, dreadful Hour indeed!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pausing.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Think you they will not spare our dear sweet Babes?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must these dear Innocents be put to Tortures,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or dash'd to Death, and share our wretched Fate?<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Must this dear Babe that hangs upon my Breast<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Looking upon her infant.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Be snatch'd by savage Hands and torn in Pieces!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, how it rends my Heart! It is too much!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tygers would kindly soothe a Grief like mine;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unconscious Rocks would melt, and flow in Tears<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">At this last Anguish of a Mother's Soul.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pauses, and views her child again.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Sweet Innocent! It smiles at this Distress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fondly draws this final Comfort from me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Dear Babe, no more: Dear Tommy too must die,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Looking at her other child.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Oh, my sweet First-born! Oh, I'm overpower'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pausing.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I had determin'd not to shed a Tear;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Weeping.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">But you have all unman'd my Resolution;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You've call'd up all the Father in my Soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Why have you nam'd my Children? Oh, my Son!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Looking upon him.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">My only Son—My Image—Other Self!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How have I doted on the charming Boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fondly plann'd his Happiness in Life!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now his Life ends: Oh, the Soul-bursting Thought!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He falls a Victim for his Father's Folly.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I not kill'd their Friends, they might have spar'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Wife, my Children, and perhaps myself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this sad, dreadful Scene had never happen'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But 'tis too late that I perceive my Folly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Heaven forgive, 'tis all I dare to hope for.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What! have you been a Murderer indeed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kill'd the Indians for Revenge and Plunder?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I thought you rash to tempt their brutal Rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But did not dream you guilty as you said.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am indeed. I murder'd many of them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thought it not amiss, but now I fear.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O shocking Thought! Why have you let me know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yourself thus guilty in the Eye of Heaven?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I and my dear Babes were by you brought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To this Extreme of Wretchedness and Woe?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why have you let me know the solemn Weight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of horrid Guilt that lies upon us all?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To have died innocent, and seen these Babes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By savage Hands dash'd to immortal Rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This had been light, for this implies no Crime:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now we die as guilty Murderers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not savage Indians, but just Heaven's Vengeance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pursues our Lives with all these Pains and Tortures.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is a Thought that points the keenest Sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaves no Room for Anguish to be heighten'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Upbraid me not, nor lay my Guilt to Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You and these Fruits of our past Morning Love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are innocent. I feel the Smart and Anguish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Stings of Conscience, and my Soul on Fire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not a Hell more painful than my Bosom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Torments for the Damn'd more keenly pointed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How could I think to murder was no Sin?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, my lost Neighbour! I seduc'd him too.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now death with all its Terrors disappears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all I fear 's a dreadful Something-after;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Mind forebodes a horrid, woful Scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Guilt is chain'd and tortur'd with Despair.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Mind oppress'd with Guilt may find Relief.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, could I reach the pitying Ear of Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all my Soul evaporate in Sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'T would ask Forgiveness! but I fear too late;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And next I'd ask that you and these dear Babes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might bear no Part in my just Punishment.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who knows but by pathetic Prayers and Tears<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their savage Bosoms may relent towards you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fix their Vengeance where just Heaven points it?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I still will hope, and every Motive urge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should I succeed, and melt their rocky Hearts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd take it as a Presage of my Pardon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And die with Comfort when I see you live.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Death halloo is heard without.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hark! they are coming—Hear that dreadful Halloo.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is Death's solemn Sentence to us all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are resolv'd, and all Entreaty's vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh horrid Scene! how shall I act my Part?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was it but simple Death to me alone!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all your Deaths are mine, and mine the Guilt.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Indians</span> with stakes, hatchets, and firebrands.</i></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, horrid Preparation, more than Death!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Plant down the Stakes, and let them be confin'd:<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They loose them from each other.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">First kill the Tygers, then destroy their Whelps.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This Brat is in our Way, I will dispatch it.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Offering to snatch the sucking infant.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No, my dear Babe shall in my Bosom die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is its Nourishment, and there its End.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Die both together then, 'twill mend the Sport;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tie the other to his Father, make a Pair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then each will have a Consort in their Pains;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Their sweet Brats with them, to increase the Dance.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They are tied down, facing each other upon their knees, and their backs to the stakes.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All now is ready; they are bound secure.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Whene'er you please, their jovial Dance begins.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>To <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, my dear Husband! What a Sight is this!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could ever fabling Poet draw Distress<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To such Perfection! Sad Catastrophe!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are not Colours for such deep-dyed Woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor words expressive of such heighten'd Anguish.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ourselves, our Babes, O cruel, cruel Fate!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This, this is Death indeed with all its Terrors.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is there no secret Pity in your Minds?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can you not feel some tender Passion move,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you behold the Innocent distress'd?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True, I am guilty, and will bear your Tortures:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take your Revenge by all the Arts of Torment;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Invent new Torments, lengthen out my Woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let me feel the keenest Edge of Pain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But spare this innocent afflicted Woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those smiling Babes who never yet thought Ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They never did nor ever will offend you.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It cannot be: They are akin to you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well learnt to hunt and murder, kill and rob.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who ever spar'd a Serpent in the Egg?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or left young Tygers quiet in their Den?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or cherishes young Vipers in his Bosom?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Begin, begin; I'll lead the merry Dance.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Offering at the woman with a firebrand.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stop: Are we not unwise to kill this Woman?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or Sacrifice her Children to our Vengeance?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They have not wrong'd us; can't do present Mischief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know her Friends; they're rich and powerful,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in their Turn will take severe Revenge:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if we spare, they'll hold themselves oblig'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And purchase their Redemption with rich Presents.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is not this better than an Hour's Diversion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hear their Groans, and Plaints, and piteous Cries?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Warriors.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your Counsel's wise, and much deserves our Praise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They shall be spar'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Untie, and take them hence;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They untie the woman and the oldest child from <span class="smcap">Honnyman</span>, and retire a little to consult his death.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">When the War ends her Friends shall pay us for it.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'd rather have the Sport than all the Pay.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, now, kind Heaven, thou hast heard my Prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what's to follow I can meet with Patience.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Oh, my dear husband, could you too be freed!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Weeping.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Yet must I stay and suffer Torments with you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This seeming Mercy is but Cruelty!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot leave you in this Scene of Woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis easier far to stay and die together!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! but regard our Children's Preservation:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conduct their Youth, and form their Minds to Virtue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let them know their Father's wretched End,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest lawless Vengeance should betray them too.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If I must live, I must retire from hence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor see your fearful Agonies in Death;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This would be more than all the Train of Torments.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horrid Sight would sink me to the Dust;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">These helpless Infants would become a Prey<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To worse than Beasts, to savage, bloody Men.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Leave me—They are prepar'd, and coming on—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heav'n save you all! Oh, 'tis the last dear Sight!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, may we meet where Fear and Grief are banish'd!<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Dearest of Men, adieu—Adieu till then.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit, weeping with her children.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bring Fire and Knives, and Clubs, and Hatchets all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Let the old Hunter feel the Smart of Pain.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They fall upon <span class="smcap">Honnyman</span> with various instruments of torture.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Oh! this is exquisite!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Groaning and struggling.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">1st Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hah! Does this make you dance?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Warrior.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is fine fat Game!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Make him caper.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Striking him with a club, kicking, &c.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O ye eternal Powers, that rule on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If in your Minds be Sense of human Woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hear my Complaints, and pity my Distress!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, call upon your Gods, you faint-heart Coward!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Honnyman.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, dreadful Racks! When will this Torment end?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, for a Respite from all Sense of Pain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">'Tis come—I go—You can—no more torment.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Dies.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">He's dead; he'll hunt no more; h' 'as done with Game.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Striking the dead body, and spitting in the face.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Drive hence his wretched Spirit, lest it plague us;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Let him go hunt the Woods; he's now disarm'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They run round brushing the walls, &c., to dislodge the spirit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">All.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out, Hunter, out, your Business here is done.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out to the Wilds, but do not take your Gun.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> [<i>to the Spirit</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Go, tell our Countrymen, whose Blood you shed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the great Hunter Honnyman is dead:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we're alive, we'll make the English know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whene'er they dare to serve us Indians so:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This will be joyful News to Friends from France,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">We'll join the Chorus then, and have a Dance.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt omnes, dancing, and singing the last two lines.</i></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center"><i>End of the Fourth Act.</i></p> + + + +<h2 class="gap3"><a name="ACT_V" id="ACT_V"></a>ACT V.</h2> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span> <i>The Border of a Grove, in which <span class="smcap">Monelia</span> and <span class="smcap">Torax</span> are asleep.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Philip</span> [speaking to himself].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As a dark Tempest brewing in the Air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For many Days hides Sun and Moon, and Stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length grown ripe, bursts forth and forms a Flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That frights both Men and Beasts, and drowns the Land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So my dark Purpose now must have its Birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long nourish'd in my Bosom, 'tis matur'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ready to astonish and embroil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kings and their Kingdoms, and decide their Fates.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Are they not here? Have I delay'd too long?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>He espies them asleep.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Yes, in a Posture too beyond my Hopes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Asleep! This is the Providence of Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And proves she patronizes my Design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And I'll show her that Philip is no Coward.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Taking up his hatchet in one hand, and scalping knife in the other, towards them.</i>]<br /></div> +<span class="i0">A Moment now is more than Years to come:<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Intrepid as I am, the Work is shocking.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>He retreats from them.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Is it their Innocence that shakes my Purpose?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No; I can tear the Suckling from the Breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drink their Blood who never knew a Crime.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it because my Brother's Charmer dies?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That cannot be, for that is my Revenge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it because Monelia is a Woman?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've long been blind and deaf to their Enchantments.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it because I take them thus unguarded?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No; though I act the Coward, it's a Secret.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is it shakes my firm and fix'd Resolve?<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">'Tis childish Weakness: I'll not be unman'd.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Approaches and retreats again.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">There's something awful in the Face of Princes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he that sheds their Blood, assaults the Gods:<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">But I'm a Prince, and 'tis by me they die;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Advances arm'd as before.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Each Hand contains the Fate of future Kings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And, were they Gods, I would not balk my Purpose.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Stabs <span class="smcap">Monelia</span> with the knife.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Hah! Philip, are you come? What can you mean?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Torax</span> starts and cries out.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Go learn my Meaning in the World of Spirits;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Knocks him down with his hatchet, &c.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">'Tis now too late to make a Question of it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Play is ended [<i>Looking upon the bodies</i>], now succeeds the Farce.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Hullo! Help! Haste! the Enemy is here.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Calling at one of the doors, and returning.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Help is at Hand—But I must first be wounded:<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Wounds himself.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Now let the Gods themselves detect the Fraud.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter an <span class="smcap">Indian</span>.</i></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What means your Cry? Is any Mischief here?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Behold this flowing Blood; a desperate Wound!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Shewing his wound.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And there's a Deed that shakes the Root of Empires.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pointing to the bodies.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">2nd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, fatal Sight! the Mohawk Prince is murder'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">3rd Indian.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Princess too is weltering in her Blood.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Both, both are gone; 'tis well that I escap'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>.</i></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What means this Outcry, Noise, and Tumult here?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh see, my Father! see the Blood of Princes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Sight that might provoke the Gods to weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drown the Country in a Flood of Tears.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great was my Haste, but could not stop the Deed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I rush'd among their Numbers for Revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">They frighted fled; there I receiv'd this Wound.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Shewing his wound to <span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who, what were they? or where did they escape?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A Band of English Warriors, bloody Dogs!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This Way they ran from my vindictive Arm,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pointing, &c.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Which but for this base Wound would sure have stopp'd them.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Pursue, pursue, with utmost Speed pursue,<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>To the <span class="smcap">Warriors</span> present.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Outfly the Wind till you revenge this Blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">'Tis royal Blood, we count it as our own.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Warriors</span> in haste.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">This Scene is dark, and doubtful the Event;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some great Decree of Fate depends upon it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty Good or Ill awaits Mankind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Blood of Princes cannot flow in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Gods must be in Council to permit it:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is the Harbinger of their Designs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To change, new-mould, and alter Things on Earth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And much I fear, 'tis ominous of Ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To me and mine; it happen'd in my Kingdom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Father's Rage will swell into a Torrent—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They were my Guests—His Wrath will centre here;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our guilty Land hath drunk his Children's Blood.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Had I not seen the flying Murderers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myself been wounded to revenge their Crime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had you not hasten'd to pursue the assassins,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He might have thought us treacherous and false,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wanting in our hospitable Care:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now it cannot but engage his Friendship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rouse him to Arms, and with a Father's Rage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He'll point his Vengeance where it ought to fall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus this Deed, though vile and dark as Night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In its Events will open Day upon us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prove of great Advantage to our State.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Haste then; declare our Innocence and Grief;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell the old King we mourn as for our own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And are determin'd to revenge his Wrongs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Assure him that our Enemies are his,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rouse him like a Tyger to the Prey.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will with Speed; but first this bleeding Wound<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Demands my Care, lest you lament me too.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit, to have his wound dress'd.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Pale, breathless Youths! Your Dignity still lives:<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Viewing the bodies.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Your Murderers were blind, or they'd have trembled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dar'd to wound such Majesty and Worth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It would have tam'd the savage running Bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made the raging Tyger fondly fawn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But your more savage Murderers were Christians.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, the distress'd good King! I feel for him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wish to comfort his desponding Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">But your last Rites require my present Care.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span> <i>The Senate-House.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span>, <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>, and others.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let all be worthy of the royal Dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spare no Expense to grace th' unhappy Scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aggrandize the solemn, gloomy Pomp<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all our mournful, melancholy Rites.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It shall be done; all Things are now preparing.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Never were Funeral Rites bestow'd more just;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who knew them living, must lament them dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who sees them dead, must wish to grace their Tombs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the sad Respect of Grief and Tears.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Mourning is as general as the News;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grief sits on every Face, in every Eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gloomy Melancholy in Silence reigns:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing is heard but Sighs and sad Complaints,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if the First-born of the Realm were slain.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus would I have it; let no Eye be dry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Heart unmov'd, let every Bosom swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">With Sighs and Groans. What Shouting do I hear?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>A shouting without, repeated several times.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is the Shout of Warriors from the Battle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">The Sound of Victory and great Success.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>He goes to listen to it.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such is the State of Men and human Things;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We weep, we smile, we mourn, and laugh thro' Life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here falls a Blessing, there alights a Curse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the good Genius or the evil reigns.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's right it should be so. Should either conquer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The World would cease, and Mankind be undone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By constant Frowns or Flatteries from Fate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This constant Mixture makes the Potion safe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keeps the sickly Mind of Man in Health.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span>.</i></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is my Son. What has been your Success?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We've fought the Enemy, broke thro' their Ranks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slain many on the Spot, pursu'd the rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Night conceal'd and sav'd them from our Arms.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis bravely done, and shall be duly honour'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the Signs and Marks of public Joy.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What means this Gloom I see in every Face?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These smother'd Groans and stifled half-drawn Sighs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Does it offend that I've return'd in Triumph?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I fear to name—And yet it must be known.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Be not alarm'd, my Son, the Laws of Fate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must be obey'd: She will not hear our Dictates.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm not a Stranger to your youthful Passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fear the Disappointment will confound you.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Has he not sped? Has ill befell my Brother?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, he is wounded but—Monelia's slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Torax both. Slain by the cowardly English,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who 'scap'd your Brother's wounded threat'ning Arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But are pursued by such as will revenge it.—<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Oh wretched, wretched, wretched Chekitan!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I know you're shock'd—The Scene has shock'd us all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what we could, we've done to wipe the Stain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From us, our Family, our Land and State;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now prepare due Honours for the Dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the solemn Pomp of public Grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shew Respect as if they were our own.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is this my Triumph after Victory?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A solemn, dreadful pompous Shew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Why have I 'scap'd their Swords and liv'd to see it?<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Monelia dead! aught else I could have borne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm stupefy'd: I can't believe it true;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shew me the Dead; I will believe my Eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But cannot mourn or drop a Tear till then.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I will conduct you to them—Follow me—<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span> and <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span>.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is a sad Reception from a Conquest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And puts an awful Gloom upon our Joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fear his Grief will overtop his Reason;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Lover weeps with more than common Pain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor flows his greatest Sorrow at his Eyes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Grief is inward, and his Heart sheds Tears,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in his Soul he feels the pointed Woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he beholds the lovely Object lost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The deep-felt Wound admits no sudden Cure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The festering Humour will not be dispers'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It gathers on the Mind, and Time alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">That buries all Things, puts an End to this.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt omnes.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span> <i>The Grove, with the dead bodies; <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span> pointing +<span class="smcap">Chekitan</span> to them.</i></p> + + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There lie the Bodies, Prince, a wretched Sight!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathless and pale.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">A wretched Sight indeed;<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Going towards them.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Oh, my Monelia; has thy Spirit fled?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Art thou no more? a bloody, breathless Corpse!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Am I return'd full flush'd with Hopes of Joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all the Honours Victory can give,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see thee thus? Is this, is this my Welcome?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is this our Wedding? Wilt thou not return?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, charming Princess, art thou gone for ever?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is this the fatal Period of our Love?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! had I never seen thy Beauty bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had not now been griev'd to see it pale:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I not known such Excellence had liv'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I should not now be curs'd to see it dead:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had not my Heart been melted by thy Charms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It would not now have bled to see them lost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, wherefore, wherefore, wherefore do I live:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Monelia is not—What's the World to me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All dark and gloomy, horrid, waste, and void:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Light of the Creation is put out!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Blessings of the Gods are all withdrawn!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing remains but Wretchedness and Woe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Monelia's gone; Monelia is no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Heavens are veil'd because she don't behold them:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Earth is curs'd, for it hath drunk her Blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Air is Poison, for she breathes no more:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why fell I not by the base Briton's Sword?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why press'd I not upon the fatal Point?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then had I never seen this worse than Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But dying said, 'tis well—Monelia lives.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Comfort, my Prince, nor let your Passion swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To such a Torrent, it o'erwhelms your Reason,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And preys upon the Vitals of your Soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You do but feed the Viper by this View;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Retire, and drive the Image from your Thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Time will soon replace your every Joy.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O my Tenesco, had you ever felt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gilded Sweets, or pointed Pains of Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'd not attempt to sooth a Grief like mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why did you point me to the painful Sight?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why have you shown this Shipwreck of my Hopes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And plac'd me in this beating Storm of Woe?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why was I told of my Monelia's Fate?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why wa'n't the wretched Ruin all conceal'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under some fair Pretence—That she had fled—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was made a Captive, or had chang'd her Love—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why wa'n't I left to guess her wretched End?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or have some slender Hope that she still liv'd?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You've all been cruel; she died to torment me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To raise my Pain, and blot out every Joy.—<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I fear'd as much: His Passion makes him wild—<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">I wish it may not end in perfect Frenzy.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who were the Murderers? Where did they fly?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where was my Brother, not to take Revenge?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Show me their Tracks, I'll trace them round the Globe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll fly like Lightning, ravage the whole Earth—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kill every thing I meet, or hear, or see.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Depopulate the World of Men and Beasts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">'Tis all too little for that single Death.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pointing to <span class="smcap">Monelia's</span> corpse.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><br /></div> +<span class="i0">I'll tear the Earth that dar'd to drink her Blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kill Trees, and Plants, and every springing Flower:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing shall grow, nothing shall be alive,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing shall move; I'll try to stop the Sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make all dark and barren, dead and sad;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From his tall Sphere down to the lowest Centre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There I'll descend, and hide my wretched Self,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And reign sole Monarch in a World of Ruin.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This is deep Madness, it hath seiz'd his Brain.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">But first I'll snatch a parting last Embrace.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>He touches and goes to embrace the corpse.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Thou dear cold Clay! forgive the daring Touch;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is thy Chekitan, thy wounded Lover.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">'Tis; and he hastens to revenge thy Death.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Torax</span> groans and attempts to speak.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Oh, oh, I did not—Philip—Philip—Oh.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Chekitan</span> starts.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What—did I not hear a Groan? and Philip call'd?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">It was, it was, and there is Motion too.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Approaches <span class="smcap">Torax</span>, who groans and speaks again.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Philip—help. Oh! Oh!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">He is alive—We'll raise him from the Ground.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They lift him up, and speak to him.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Torax, are you alive? or are our Ears deceiv'd?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh. Philip, do not—do not—be so cruel.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is bewilder'd, and not yet himself.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Pour this into his Lips—it will revive him.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>They give him something.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">This is a Joy unhop'd for in Distress.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Torax</span> revives more.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! Philip, Philip!—Where is Philip gone?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Murderers are pursued—He will go soon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now can carry Tidings of your Life.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He carry Tidings! he's the Murderer.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is not murder'd; he was slightly wounded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hastens now to see the King your Father.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is false, a barbarous, bloody Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Murderer, a base disguis'd Assassin.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He still is maz'd, and knows not whom he's with<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Yes, you are Chekitan, and that's Monelia.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pointing to the corpse.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">This is Tenesco—Philip stabb'd my Sister,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And struck at me; here was the stunning Blow.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pointing to his head.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">He took us sleeping in this silent Grove;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There by Appointment from himself we waited.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw him draw the bloody Knife from her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, starting, ask'd him, Why, or what he meant?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He answered with the Hatchet on my Skull,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And doubtless thought me dead and bound in Silence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am myself, and what I say is Fact.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The English 'twas beset you; Philip ran<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For your Assistance, and himself is wounded.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He may be wounded, but he wounded me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Englishman was there, he was alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dare confront him with his Villainy:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Depend upon 't, he's treacherous, false, and bloody.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May we believe, or is this all a Dream?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are we awake? Is Torax yet alive?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or is it Juggling, Fascination all?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis most surprising! What to judge I know not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll lead him hence; perhaps he's still confus'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Torax.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I gladly will go hence for some Relief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But shall not change, from what I've now aver'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Then this sad Storm of Ruin 's but begun.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Philip must fly, or next it lights on him.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span> and <span class="smcap">Torax</span> led by him.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And can this be—Can Philip be so false?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dwells there such Baseness in a Brother's Heart?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So much Dissimulation in the Earth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is there such Perfidy among Mankind?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It shocks my Faith—But yet it must be so—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, it was he, Monelia, shed thy Blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This made him forward to commence our Friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with unusual Warmth engage to help us;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was for this so cheerful he resign'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To me the Honour of Command in War;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The English Troops would never come so near;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Wounds were not inflicted by their Arms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All, all confirms the Guilt on Philip's Head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You died, Monelia, by my Brother's Hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Brother too intrusted with our Love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm stupify'd and senseless at the Thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Head, my very Heart is petrify'd.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This adds a Mountain to my Weight of Woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It now is swell'd too high to be lamented;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Complaints, and Sighs, and Tears are thrown away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Revenge is all the Remedy that's left;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what Revenge is equal to the Crime?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Life for her's! An Atom for the Earth—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Single Fly—a Mite for the Creation:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turn where I will I find myself confounded:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I must seek and study out new Means.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Help me, ye Powers of Vengeance! grant your Aid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye that delight in Blood, and Death, and Pain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teach me the Arts of Cruelty and Wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I have Vengeance equal to my Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And my Monelia's Shade is satisfied.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His Grief no Doubt will rise into a Rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see his Charmer rolling in her Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I choose to see him not till my Return;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By then the Fierceness of the Flame may cease;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, he'll grow cool, and quite forget his Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I report her Father's kindled Wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And all the Vengeance he intends to take.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Chekitan</span> comes in sight.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">But this is he, I cannot now avoid him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How shall I soothe his Grief—He looks distracted—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm such a Stranger grown to Tears and Pity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fear he will not think I sympathize.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Chekitan</span>.</i></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have I then found thee, thou false hearted Traitor?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou Tyger, Viper, Snake, thou worse than Christian;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bloodthirsty Butcher, more than Murderer!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou every Thing but what Men ought to love!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do you still live to breathe and see the Sun?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And face me with your savage guilty Eye?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I fear'd, alas, you would run mad and rave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why do you blame me that I am not dead?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I risk'd my Life, was wounded for your Sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did all I could for your Monelia's Safety,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to revenge you on her Murderers.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Grief distracts you, or you'd thank me for 't.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Would you still tempt my Rage, and fire my Soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Already bent to spill your treacherous Blood?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You base Dissembler! know you are detected,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Torax still lives, and has discover'd all.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i><span class="smcap">Philip</span> starts and trembles.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Torax alive!—It cannot—must not be.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Aside.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well may you shake—You cannot mend your Blow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He lived to see, what none but you could think of,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bloody Knife drawn from Monelia's Breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had you a thousand Lives, they'd be too few;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had you a Sea of Blood, 't would be too small<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wash away your deep-dy'd Stain of Guilt.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now you shall die; and Oh, if there be Powers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That after Death take Vengeance on such Crimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May they pursue you with their Flames of Wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Till all their Magazines of Pain are spent.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>He attacks <span class="smcap">Philip</span> with his hatchet.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Philip.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I must defend myself [<i>Drawing his hatchet</i>], the Case is desperate.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Fights; <span class="smcap">Philip</span> falls.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Fate is too hard; and I'm oblig'd to yield.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas well begun—but has a wretched End—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I'm reveng'd—She cannot live again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You cannot boast to 've shed more Blood than I—<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Oh, had I—had I—struck but one Blow more!<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Dies.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Chekitan.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What have I done! this is my Brother's Blood!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A guilty Murderer's Blood! He was no Brother.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Nature's Laws and Ties are hence dissolv'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no Kindred, Friendship, Faith, or Love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among Mankind—Monelia's dead—The World<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is all unhing'd—There's universal War—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was the Tie, the Centre of the Whole;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she remov'd, all is one general Jar.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where next, Monelia, shall I bend my Arm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To heal this Discord, this Disorder still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring the Chaos Universe to Form?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blood still must flow and float the scatter'd Limbs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till thy much injur'd love in Peace subsides.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then every jarring Discord once will cease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And a new World from these rude Ruins rise.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pauses.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Here then I point the Edge, from hence shall flow<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Pointing his knife to his heart.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">The raging crimson Flood, this is the Fountain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose swift Day's Stream shall waft me to thy Arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Lest Philip's Ghost should injure thy Repose.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Stabs himself.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">I come, I come—Monelia, now I come—<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Philip—away—She's mine in spite of Death.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Dies.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>.</i><br /></p> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! I'm too late, the fatal Work is done.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unhappy Princes; this your wretched End;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your Country's Hopes and your fond Father's Joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are you no more? Slain by each other's Hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or what is worse; or by the Air you breath'd?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all is Murder, Death, and Blood about us:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing safe; it is contagious all:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Earth, and Air, and Skies are full of Treason!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Evil Genius rules the Universe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on Mankind rains Tempests of Destruction.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where will the Slaughter of the Species end?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When it begins with Kings and with their Sons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A general Ruin threatens all below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How will the good King hear the sad Report?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fear th' Event; but as it can't be hid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll bear it to him in the softest Terms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And summon every Power to soothe his Grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">And slack the Torrent of his Royal Passion.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></div></div> + + +<p class="center gap3"><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span> <i>Senate-House.</i></p> + +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach</span> [<i>solus</i>].</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Torrent rises, and the Tempest blows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where will this rough, rude Storm of Ruin end?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What crimson Floods are yet to drench the Earth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What new-form'd Mischiefs hover in the Air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And point their Stings at this devoted Head?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has Fate exhausted all her Stores of Wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or has she other Vengeance in reserve?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What can she more? My Sons, my Name is gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Hopes all blasted, my Delights all fled;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing remains but an afflicted King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That might be pitied by Earth's greatest Wretch.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Friends; my Sons, ignobly, basely slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are more than murder'd, more than lost by Death.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had they died fighting in their Country's Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I should have smil'd and gloried in their Fall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, boasting that I had such Sons to lose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would have rode in Triumph o'er their Tombs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thus to die, the Martyrs of their Folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Involv'd in all the complicated Guilt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Treason, Murder, Falsehood, and Deceit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unbridled Passion, Cowardice, Revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every Thing that can debase the Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And render him the just Contempt of all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fix the foulest Stain of Infamy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the Power of Time to blot it out;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is too much; and my griev'd Spirit sinks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the Weight of such gigantic Woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye that would see a piteous, wretched King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look on a Father griev'd and curs'd like me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look on a King whose Sons have died like mine!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then you'll confess that these are dangerous Names,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And put it in the Power of Fate to curse us;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is on such she shews her highest Spite.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'm too far—'Tis not a Time to grieve<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For private Losses, when the Public calls.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>, looking sorrowful.</i></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What are your Tidings?—I have no more Sons.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But you have Subjects, and regard their Safety.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The treacherous Priest, intrusted with your Councils,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has publish'd all, and added his own Falsehoods;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Chiefs have all revolted from your Cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Patch'd up a Peace, and lend their Help no more.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And is this all? we must defend ourselves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Supply the Place of Numbers with our Courage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And learn to conquer with our very Looks:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is a Time that tries the Truth of Valour;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He shows his Courage that dares stem the Storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And live in spite of Violence and Fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall holy Perfidy and seeming Lies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Destroy our Purpose, sink us into Cowards?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May your Hopes prosper! I'll excite the Troops<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">By your Example still to keep the Field.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis coming on. Thus Wave succeeds to Wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the Storm's spent, then all subsides again—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Chiefs revolted:—My Design betray'd:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May he that trusts a Christian meet the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They have no Faith, no Honesty, no God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cannot merit Confidence from Men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were I alone the boist'rous Tempest's Sport,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd quickly move my shatter'd, trembling Bark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And follow my departed Sons to Rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my brave Countrymen, my Friends, my Subjects,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Demand my Care: I'll not desert the Helm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor leave a dang'rous Station in Distress;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I will live, in spite of Fate I'll live;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was I not Ponteach, was I not a King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such Giant Mischiefs would not gather round me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And since I'm Ponteach, since I am a King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll shew myself Superior to them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll rise above this Hurricane of Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shew my Courage to the Gods themselves.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>, surprised and pausing.</i></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am prepar'd, be not afraid to tell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You cannot speak what Ponteach dare not hear.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Tenesco.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our bravest Troops are slain, the rest pursu'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All is Disorder, Tumult, and Rebellion.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those that remain insist on speedy Flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You must attend them, or be left alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the Fury of a conquering Foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor will they long expect your Royal Pleasure.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p class="center gap2"><span class="smcap">Ponteach.</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Will they desert their King in such an Hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Pity might induce them to protect him?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kings like the Gods are valued and ador'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Men expect their Bounties in Return,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Place them in Want, destroy the giving Power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Sacrifices and Regards will cease.<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Go, tell my Friends that I'll attend their Call.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Rising. Exit <span class="smcap">Tenesco</span>.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0 lfloat">I will not fear—but must obey my Stars:<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Looking round.</i><br /></div> +<span class="i0">Ye fertile Fields and glad'ning Streams, adieu;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Fountains that have quench'd my scorching Thirst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Shades that hid the Sun-beams from my Head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Groves and Hills that yielded me the Chace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye flow'ry Meads, and Banks, and bending Trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou proud Earth, made drunk with Royal Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am no more your Owner and your King.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But witness for me to your new base Lords,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That my unconquer'd Mind defies them still;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though I fly, 'tis on the Wings of Hope.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I will hence where there's no British Foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wait a Respite from this Storm of Woe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beget more Sons, fresh Troops collect and arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other Schemes of future Greatness form;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Britons may boast, the Gods may have their Will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 lfloat">Ponteach I am, and shall be Ponteach still.<br /></span> +<div class="stagedir"> [<i>Exit.</i><br /></div> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Finis.</i></p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Ponteach, by Robert Rogers + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PONTEACH *** + +***** This file should be named 29223-h.htm or 29223-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/2/2/29223/ + +Produced by David Starner, Brownfox and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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