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diff --git a/29230.txt b/29230.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..414e7c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/29230.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3328 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Indian Princess, by James Nelson Barker + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: The Indian Princess + La Belle Sauvage + +Author: James Nelson Barker + +Editor: Montrose J. Moses + +Release Date: June 27, 2009 [EBook #29230] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE INDIAN PRINCESS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Brownfox and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES + +This e-book contains the text of _The Indian Princess_, extracted from +Representative Plays by American Dramatists: Vol 1, 1765-1819. Comments +and background to all the plays and the other plays are available at +Project Gutenberg. + +Spelling as in the original has been preserved. + + + + +THE INDIAN PRINCESS + +_By_ J. N. BARKER + + + + +JAMES NELSON BARKER + +(1784-1858) + + +In a letter written to William Dunlap, from Philadelphia, on June 10, +1832, James Nelson Barker very naively and very fully outlined his career, +inasmuch as he had been informed by Manager Wood that Mr. Dunlap wished +such an account for his "History of the American Stage." + +From this account, we learn that whatever dramatic ability Mr. Barker +possessed came from the enthusiasm created within him as a reader of wide +range. For example, in 1804, he became the author of a one-act piece, +entitled "Spanish Rover," furnished in plot by Cervantes. In 1805, he +wrote what he describes as a Masque, entitled "America," in which poetic +dialogue afforded America, Science and Liberty the opportunity of singing +in unison. He confesses that this Masque was "to close a drama I had +projected on the adventures of Smith in Virginia, in the olden time." Then +followed a tragedy suggested by Gibbon, entitled "Attila," but Mr. Barker +had advanced only two acts when news came to him that John Augustus Stone +was at work on a play of the same kind. + +In his letter to Dunlap, Mr. Barker deplored this coincidence, which put a +stop to "Attila." "But have you never yourself been the victim of these +odd coincidences, and, just as you had fixed upon a subject or a title, +found yourself superseded--a thing next in atrocity to the ancients' +stealing all one's fine thoughts. My comedy of 'Tears and Smiles' was to +be called 'Name it Yourself,' when out comes a 'Name it Yourself,' in +England, and out comes too a 'Smiles and Tears,' with a widow, an +Irishman, and almost all my _dramat. pers._ I wrote the 'Indian Princess,' +and an 'Indian Princess' appears in England. Looking over the old English +dramatists, I am struck with the 'Damon and Pythias' of Edwards as a +subject, but am scarcely set down to it, when lo, the modern play in +London; and what is worse, with the fine part of Pythias absolutely +transformed into a snivelling fellow, who bellows like a calf at the +prospect of dying for his friend. 'Wallace' was purloined from me in like +manner, and several other heroes: at length I fix upon 'Epaminondas', as +a 'learned Theban' of so philosophical a cast of character, that even the +French had not thought of him for the boards. I form my plot, and begin +_con amore_, when I am told that Dr. Bird has written a 'Pelopidas' and an +'Epaminondas,' comprehending the whole life of the latter." + +Then, having finished with his diatribe against coincidence--a diatribe +which excellently well shows the channels in which Barker's literary mind +ran, and likewise the closeness with which he followed the literary +activity of the period among his associates, he continued in his narrative +to Dunlap: + +"'Tears and Smiles' was written between May 1 and June 12, of 1806, with +the character of a Yankee intended for Jefferson. By the way, such a +Yankee as I drew!" he writes. "I wonder what Hackett would say to it! The +truth is, I had never even seen a Yankee at the time." + +Then, in view of Barker's political tastes which, in consideration of the +dramatists of those days, one must always take into account, he wrote a +piece called "The Embargo; or, What News?" borrowed from Murphy's +"Upholsterer," and produced on March 16, 1808. + +Between this play and 1809, "The Indian Princess" was written, and what +Barker has to say about it will be quoted in its proper place. + +Right now, we are letting him enumerate his own literary activities, which +were many and continuous. + +In 1809, he Americanized Cherry's "Travellers," a dramatic method which +has long been in vogue between America and England, and has, in many +respects, spoiled many American comedies for English consumption. + +In 1812, at the request of Manager Wood, Mr. Barker made a dramatization +of Scott's "Marmion," and, strange to say, it was announced as being +written by Thomas Morton, Esq. + +"This was audacious enough in all conscience," says Mr. Barker, "but the +finesse was successful, and a play most probably otherwise destined to +neglect, ran like wild fire through all our theatres." On March 24, 1817, +there was acted in Philadelphia, Barker's "The Armourer's Escape; or, +Three Years at Nootka Sound," described by Mr. Barker as a melodramatic +sketch, founded on the adventures of John Jewett, the armourer of the ship +_Boston_, in which Jewett himself assumed the hero's role. This same year +he likewise wrote "How to Try a Lover," suggested by Le Brun's novel. +Finally, in 1824, on March 12, there was performed "Superstition," a +five-act drama. This closed the account that Barker sent to Dunlap. + +We see from it a number of things relative to placing Barker as a literary +personage. First, his interest in literature made him draw from all +sources, combining Scott with Holinshed, and turning, as was the wont of +the cultivated American of that day, to the romantic literatures of the +past. Secondly, Barker's interest in Colonial History was manifest by his +return, time and time again, to Colonial records for dramatic material. +Furthermore, as a participant in the political disputes of his day, it +would have been a surprise had Barker not directed his pen to some +reflection of the discussions of the period. + +James Nelson Barker was the son of the Honourable John Barker, one-time +Mayor of Philadelphia, and ex-Revolutionary soldier. He was born in that +city on June 17, 1784. + +His education was received in Philadelphia, and he must have entered the +literary and political arenas at an early age. After the fashion of the +day, he was trained in the old-time courtesy and in the old-time manner of +defending one's honour with the sword, for it is recorded that he was once +severely wounded in a duel. + +At the outbreak of the War of 1812, he received a commission, fighting +mostly on the Canadian frontier, and winning distinction as a Captain of +Artillery. After the close of the War, he was supported by the Democratic +Party, and elected Mayor of the City of Philadelphia. Later, he upheld +"Old Hickory" for the Presidency, and, after filling the position of the +Collector of the Port of Philadelphia from 1829-1838, on the election of +Van Buren to the presidency, he was appointed First Controller of the +Treasury, and moved to Washington. From that time on, he was connected +with the highest offices in the department. His pen was continually +dedicated to the support of Democracy, and, during the years from +1832-1836, he figured as a contributor to many papers of the time on +political topics. He lived until March 9, 1858. + +I have selected his play, "The Indian Princess,"[1] as an example of the +numberless dramas that grew up around the character of Pocahontas. The +reader will find it particularly of interest to contrast with this piece +G. W. P. Custis's "Pocahontas; or, The Settlers of Virginia" (1830), and +John Brougham's burlesque, "Po-ca-hon-tas; or, The Gentle Savage." + +The Indian Drama, in America, is a subject well worth careful attention. +There are numberless plays mentioned by Laurence Hutton in his +"Curiosities of the American Stage" which, though interesting as titles, +have not been located as far as manuscripts are concerned. + +Barker's "The Indian Princess" is one of the earliest that deal with the +character of Pocahontas. The subject has been interestingly treated in an +article by Mr. E. J. Streubel (_The Colonnade_, New York University, +September, 1915). + +Barker had originally intended his play, "The Indian Princess," to be a +legitimate drama, instead of which, when it was first produced, it formed +the libretto for the music by a man named John Bray, of the New Theatre. +In his letter to Dunlap, he says: + +"'The Indian Princess,' in three acts ... begun some time before, was +taken up in 1808, at the request of Bray, and worked up into an opera, the +music to which he composed. It was first performed for his benefit on the +6th of April, 1808, to a crowded house; but Webster, particularly +obnoxious, at that period, to a large party, having a part in it, a +tremendous tumult took place, and it was scarcely heard. I was on the +stage, and directed the curtain to be dropped. It has since been +frequently acted in, I believe, all the theatres of the United States. A +few years since, I observed, in an English magazine, a critique on a drama +called 'Pocahontas; or, the Indian Princess,' produced at Drury Lane. From +the sketch given, this piece differs essentially from mine in the plan and +arrangement; and yet, according to the critic, they were indebted for this +very stupid production 'to America, where it is a great favourite, and is +to be found in all the printed collections of stock plays.' The copyright +of the 'Indian Princess' was also given to Blake, and transferred to +Longworth. It was printed in 1808 or 1809. George Washington Custis, of +Arlington, has, I am told, written a drama on the same subject." + +An account of the riot is to be found in Durang's "History of the +Philadelphia Stage," and the reader, in order to gain some knowledge of +the popularity of "The Indian Princess," may likewise obtain interesting +material in Manager Wood's "Diary," the manuscript of which is now in +possession of the University of Pennsylvania. When the play was given in +Philadelphia, the advertisement announced, "The principal materials +forming this dramatic trifle are extracted from the General History of +Virginia, written by Captain Smith, and printed London, folio, 1624; and +as close an adherence to historic truth has been preserved as dramatic +rules would allow of." + +It was given its first New York production at the Park Theatre on June 14, +1808. + +[Illustration: + +THE + +INDIAN PRINCESS + +OR, + +_LA BELLE SAUVAGE._ + +AN OPERATIC MELO-DRAME. + +IN THREE ACTS. + +PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES PHILADELPHIA AND BALTIMORE. + + +BY J. N. BARKER. + + +FIRST ACTED APRIL 6, 1808. + + +PHILADELPHIA. + +PRINTED BY T. & G. PALMER, + +FOR G. E. BLAKE, NO. 1, SOUTH THIRD-STREET. + +1808. + +FAC-SIMILE TITLE-PAGE TO THE 1808 EDITION] + + + + +PREFACE + + +While I am proud to acknowledge my grateful sense of those flattering +marks of liberal kindness with which my dramatic entree has been greeted +by an indulgent audience, I feel so fully conscious of the very humble +merit of this little piece, that perhaps nothing but the peculiar +circumstances under which it was acted should have induced me to publish +it. In sending it to the press I am perfectly apprized of the probability +that it goes only to add one more to the list of those unfortunate +children of the American drama, who, in the brief space that lies between +their birth and death, are doomed to wander, without house or home, +unknown and unregarded, or who, if heeded at all, are only picked up by +some critic beadle to receive the usual treatment of vagrants. Indeed, +were I disposed to draw comfort from the misfortunes of others, I might +make myself happy with the reflection, that however my vagabond might +deserve the lash, it would receive no more punishment than those who +deserved none at all; for the gentlemen castigators seldom take the pains +to distinguish Innocence from Guilt, but most liberally bestow their +stripes on all poor wanderers who are unhappily of American parentage. +Far, however, from rejoicing at this circumstance, I sincerely deplore it. +In all ages, and in every country, even the sturdiest offspring of genius +have felt the necessity and received the aid of a protecting hand of +favour to support and guide their first trembling and devious footsteps; +it is not, therefore, wonderful, that here, where every art is yet but in +its infancy, the youthful exertions of dramatic poetry, unaided and +unsupported, should fail, and that its imbecile efforts should for ever +cease with the failure; that chilled by total neglect, or chid with +undeserved severity; depressed by ridicule, starved by envy, and stricken +to the earth by malevolence, the poor orphan, heartless and spirit-broken, +should pine away a short and sickly life. I am not, I believe, quite +coxcomb enough to advance the most distant hint that the child of my brain +deserves a better fate; that it may meet with it I might, however, be +indulged in hoping, under the profession that the hope proceeds from +considerations distinct from either it or myself. Dramatic genius, with +genius of every other kind, is assuredly native of our soil, and there +wants but the wholesome and kindly breath of favour to invigourate its +delicate frame, and bid it rapidly arise from its cradle to blooming +maturity. But alas! poor weak ones! what a climate are ye doomed to draw +your first breath in! the teeming press has scarcely ceased groaning at +your delivery, ere you are suffocated with the stagnant atmosphere of +entire apathy, or swept out of existence by the hurricane of unsparing, +indiscriminating censure! + +Good reader, I begin to suspect that I have held you long enough by the +button. Yet, maugre my terror of being tiresome, and in despite of my +clear anticipation of the severe puns which will be made in this punning +city, on my _childish_ preface, I must push my allusion a little further, +to deprecate the wrath of the critics, and arouse the sympathies of the +ladies. Then, O ye sage censors! ye goody gossips at poetic births! I +vehemently importune ye to be convinced, that for my bantling I desire +neither rattle nor bells; neither the lullaby of praise, nor the pap of +patronage, nor the hobby-horse of honour. 'Tis a plain-palated, home-bred, +and I may add independent urchin, who laughs at sugar plums, and from its +little heart disdains gilded gingerbread. If you like it--so; if not--why +so; yet, without being mischievous, it would fain be amusing; therefore, +if its gambols be pleasant, and your gravities permit, laugh; if not, e'en +turn aside your heads, and let the wanton youngling laugh by itself. If it +speak like a sensible child, prithee, pat its cheek, and say so; but if it +be ridiculous when it would be serious, smile, and permit the foolish +attempt to pass. But do not, O goody critic, apply the birch, because its +unpractised tongue cannot lisp the language of Shakspeare, nor be very +much enraged, if you find it has to creep before it can possibly walk. + +To your bosoms, ladies, sweet ladies! the little stranger flies with +confidence for protection; shield it, I pray you, from the iron rod of +rigour, and scold it yourselves, as much as you will, for on _your_ smooth +and polished brows it can never read wrinkled cruelty; the mild anger of +_your_ eyes will not blast it like the fierce scowl of the critic; the +chidings of _your_ voice will be soothing music to it, and it will +discover the dimple of kindness in your very frowns. Caresses it does not +ask; its modesty would shrink from that it thought it deserved not; but if +its faults be infantile, its punishment should be gentle, and from you, +dear ladies, correction would be as thrillingly sweet as that the little +_Jean Jacques_ received from the fair hand of Mademoiselle Lambercier. + +THE AUTHOR. + + + + +ADVERTISEMENT + + +The principal materials that form this dramatic trifle are extracted from +the General History of Virginia, written by Captain Smith, and printed +London, folio, 1624; and as close an adherence to historic truth has been +preserved as dramatic rules would allow of. The music[2] was furnished by +Mr. John Bray, of the New Theatre. + + + + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE + + +EUROPEANS. + +DELAWAR, Mr. Warren. +CAPTAIN SMITH, Mr. Rutherford. +LIEUTENANT ROLFE, Mr. Wood. +PERCY, Mr. Charnock. +WALTER, Mr. Bray. +LARRY, Mr. Webster. +ROBIN, Mr. Jefferson. +TALMAN, Mr. Durang. + +GERALDINE, Mrs. Francis. +KATE, Miss Hunt. +ALICE, Mrs. Mills. + +_SOLDIERS and ADVENTURERS._ + + +VIRGINIANS. + +POWHATAN, _king_, Mr. Serson. +NANTAQUAS, _his son_, Mr. Cone. +MIAMI, _a prince_, Mr. Mills. +GRIMOSCO, _a priest_, Mr. Cross. + +POCAHONTAS, _the princess_, Mrs. Wilmot. +NIMA, _her attendant_, Miss Mullen. + +_WARRIORS and INDIAN GIRLS._ + +SCENE, Virginia. + + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] The/Indian Princess;/or,/La Belle Sauvage./An Operatic Melo-Drame./In +Three Acts./Performed at the Theatres Philadelphia and/Baltimore./By J. N. +Barker./ First Acted April 6, 1808./Philadelphia,/Printed by T. & G. +Palmer,/For G. E. Blake, No. 1, South Third-Street./1808./ + +[2] The music is now published and sold by Mr. G. E. Blake, No. 1, South +Third-street, Philadelphia. + + + + +THE INDIAN PRINCESS + +ACT I. + + +SCENE I. _Powhatan River; wild and picturesque. Ships appear. Barges + approach the shore, from which land SMITH, ROLFE, PERCY, WALTER, + LARRY, ROBIN, ALICE, &c._ + +_Chorus._ + + Jolly comrades, raise the glee, + Chorus it right cheerily; + For the tempest's roar is heard no more, + And gaily we tread the wish'd-for shore: + Then raise the glee merrily, + Chorus it cheerily, + _For past are the perils of the blust'ring sea._ + +SMITH. Once more, my bold associates, welcome. Mark +What cheery aspects look upon our landing: +The face of Nature dimples o'er with smiles, +The heav'ns are cloudless, whiles the princely sun, +As glad to greet us in his fair domain, +Gives us gay salutation-- + +LARRY. [_To WALTER._] By St. Patrick +His fiery majesty does give warm welcome. +Arrah! his gracious smiles are melting-- + +WALTER. Plague! +He burthens us with favours till we sweat. + +SMITH. What think ye, Percy, Rolfe, have we not found +Sir Walter Raleigh faithful in his tale? +Is 't not a goodly land? Along the bay, +How gay and lovely lie its skirting shores, +Fring'd with the summer's rich embroidery! + +PERCY. Believe me, sir, I ne'er beheld that spot +Where Nature holds more sweet varieties. + +SMITH. The gale was kind that blew us hitherward. +This noble bay were undiscover'd still, +Had not that storm arose propitious, +And, like the ever kindly breath of heav'n, +Which sometimes rides upon the tempest's wing, +Driv'n us to happiest destinies, e'en then +When most we fear'd destruction from the blast. + +ROLFE. Let our dull, sluggish countrymen at home +Still creep around their little isle of fogs, +Drink its dank vapours, and then hang themselves. +In this free atmosphere and ample range +The bosom can dilate, the pulses play, +And man, erect, can walk a manly round. + +ROBIN. [_Aside._] Aye, and be scalp'd and roasted by the Indians. + +SMITH. Now, gallant cavalier adventurers, +On this our landing spot we'll rear a town +Shall bear our good king's name to after-time, +And yours along with it; for ye are men +Well worth the handing down; whose paged names +Will not disgrace posterity to read: +Men born for acts of hardihood and valour, +Whose stirring spirits scorn'd to lie inert, +Base atoms in the mass of population +That rots in stagnant Europe. Ye are men +Who a high wealth and fame will bravely win, +And wear full worthily. I still shall be +The foremost in all troubles, toil, and danger, +Your leader and your captain, nought exacting +Save strict obedience to the watchful care +Which points to your own good: be wary then, +And let not any mutinous hand unravel +Our close knit compact. Union is its strength: +Be that remember'd ever. Gallant gentlemen, +We have a noble stage, on which to act +A noble drama; let us then sustain +Our sev'ral parts with credit and with honour. +Now, sturdy comrades, cheerly to our tasks! + + [_Exeunt SMITH, ROLFE, &c._ + + +Scene II. _A grove._ + +_Enter WALTER and LARRY._ + +LARRY. Now by the black eyes of my Katy, but that master of yours and +captain of mine is a prince! + +WALTER. Tut, you hav'n't seen an inch yet of the whole hero. Had you +followed him as I have, from a knee-high urchin, you'd confess that there +never was soldier fit to cry comrade to him. O! 'twould have made your +blood frisk in your veins to have seen him in Turkey and Tartary, when he +made the clumsy infidels dance to the music of his broad sword! + +LARRY. Troth now, the mussulmans may have been mightily amused by the +caper; but for my part I should modestly prefer skipping to the simple jig +of an Irish bag-pipe. + +WALTER. Then he had the prettiest mode of forming their manners-- + +LARRY. Arrah, how might that be? + +WALTER. For example: whenever they were so ill-bred as to appear with +their turbans on before him, he uses me this keen argument to convince +them they shewed discourtesy. He whips me out his sword, and knocks their +turbans off-- + +LARRY. Knocks their turbans off? + +WALTER. Aye, egad, and their heads to boot. + +LARRY. A dev'lish cutting way of reasoning indeed; that argument cou'dn't +be answered asily. + +WALTER. Devil a tongue ever wagg'd in replication, Larry.--Ah! my fairy of +felicity--my mouthful of melody--my wife-- + +_Enter ALICE._ + +Well, Alice, we are now in the wilds of Virginia, and, tell me truly, +doesn't repent following me over the ocean, wench? wilt be content in +these wild woods, with only a little husband, and a great deal of love, +pretty Alice? + +ALICE. Can you ask that? are not all places alike if you are with me, +Walter? + +_Song._--ALICE. + + In this wild wood will I range; + Listen, listen, dear! + Nor sigh for towns so fine, to change + This forest drear. + Toils and dangers I'll despise, + Never, never weary; + And be, while love is in thine eyes, + Ever cheery. + Ah! what to me were cities gay; + Listen, listen, dear! + If from me thou wert away, + Alas! how drear! + Oh! still o'er sea, o'er land I'll rove, + Never, never weary; + And follow on where leads my love, + Ever cheery. + +LARRY. Och! the creature! + +WALTER. Let my lips tell thee what my tongue cannot. + [_Kiss._ + +LARRY. Aye, do, do stop her mellifluous mouth; for the little nightingale +warbles so like my Kate, she makes me sigh for Ballinamone; ah! just so +would the constant creature carol all day about, roving through the seas +and over the woods. + +_Enter ROBIN._ + +ROBIN. Master Walter, the captain is a going to explore the country, and +you must along. + +WALTER. That's our fine captain, always stirring. + +ROBIN. Plague on his industry! would you think it, we are all +incontinently to fall a chopping down trees, and building our own houses, +like the beavers. + +LARRY. Well, sure, that's the fashionable mode of paying rent in this +country. + +ALICE. O, Walter, these merciless savages! I sha'n't be merry till you +return-- + +ROBIN. I warrant ye, mistress Alice--Lord love you I shall be here. + +WALTER. Cheerly, girl; our captain will make the red rogues +scamper like so many dun deer. Savages, quotha! at sight of him, their +copper skins will turn pale as silver, with the very alchemy of fear. +Come, a few kisses, _en passant_, and then away! cheerly, my dainty +Alice. [_Exeunt WALTER and ALICE._ + +ROBIN. Aye, go your ways, master Walter, and when you are gone-- + +LARRY. What then! I suppose you'll be after talking nonsense to his wife. +But if ever I catch you saying your silly things-- + +ROBIN. Mum, Lord love you, how can you think it? But hark ye, master +Larry, in this same drama that our captain spoke of, you and I act parts, +do we not? + +LARRY. Arrah, to be sure, we are men of parts. + +ROBIN. Shall I tell you in earnest what we play in this merry comedy? + +LARRY. Be doing it. + +ROBIN. Then we play the parts of two fools, look you, to part with all at +home, and come to these savage parts, where, Heaven shield us, our heads +may be parted from our bodies. Think what a catastrophe, master Larry! + +LARRY. So the merry comedy ends a doleful tragedy, and exit fool in the +character of a hero! That's glory, sirrah, a very feather in our cap. + +ROBIN. A light gain to weigh against the heavy loss of one's head. Feather +quotha! what use of a plumed hat without a head to wear it withal? + +LARRY. Tut, man, our captain will lead us through all dangers. + +ROBIN. Will he? an' he catch me following him through these same dangers-- + +LARRY. Och, you spalpeen! I mean he'll lead us out of peril. + +ROBIN. Thank him for nothing; for I've predetermined, look you, not to be +led into peril. Oh, master Larry, what a plague had I to do to leave my +snug cot and my brown lass, to follow master Rolfe to this devil of a +country, where there's never a girl nor a house! + +LARRY. Out, you driveller! didn't I leave as neat a black-ey'd girl, and +as pretty a prolific potato-patch all in tears-- + +ROBIN. Your potato-patch in tears! that's a bull, master Larry-- + +LARRY. You're a calf, master Robin. Wasn't it raining? Och, I shall never +forget it; the thunder rolling, and her tongue a-going, and her tears and +the rain; och, bother, but it was a dismal morning! + +_Song_--LARRY. + +I. + + Och! dismal and dark was the day, to be sure, + When Larry took leave of sweet Katy Maclure; + And clouds dark as pitch hung just like a black lace + O'er the sweet face of Heav'n and my Katy's sweet face. + Then, while the wind blow'd, and she sigh'd might and main, + Drops from the black skies + Fell--and from her black eyes; + Och! how I was soak'd with her tears--and the rain. + +[_Speaks._] And then she gave me this beautiful keep-sake [_Shows a pair +of scissors._], which if ever I part with, may a tailor clip me in two +with his big shears. Och! when Katy took you in hand, how nicely did you +snip and snap my bushy, carroty locks; and now you're cutting the hairs of +my heart to pieces, you tieves you-- + +[_Sings._] Och! Hubbaboo--Gramachree--Hone! + +II. + + When I went in the garden, each bush seem'd to sigh + Because I was going--and nod me good-bye; + Each stem hung its head, drooping bent like a bow, + With the weight of the water--or else of its woe; + And while sorrow, or wind, laid some flat on the ground, + Drops of rain, or of grief, + Fell from every leaf, + Till I thought in a big show'r of tears I was drown'd. + +[_Speaks._] And then each bush and leaf seem'd to sigh, and say, "don't +forget us, Larry." I won't, said I.--"But arrah, take something for +remembrance," said they; and then I dug up this neat jewel [_Shows a +potato._]; you're a little withered to be sure, but if ever I forget your +respectable family, or your delightful dwelling place--may I never again +see any of your beautiful brothers and plump sisters!--Och! my darling, if +you had come hot from the hand of Katy, how my mouth would have watered at +ye; now, you divil, you bring the water into my eyes. + +[_Sings_.] Och! Hubbaboo--Gramachree--Hone! [_Exeunt._ + + +SCENE III. _Werocomoco, the royal village of POWHATAN. INDIAN GIRLS + arranging ornaments for a bridal dress. Music._ + +NIMA. Let us make haste, my companions, to finish the dress of the bride; +to-day the prince Miami returns with our hunters from the chase; to-morrow +he will bear away our princess to his own nation. + +_Enter POCAHONTAS from the wood, with bow and arrow, and a flamingo + (red bird). Music as she enters._ + +PRINCESS. See, Nima, a flamingo. + +_INDIAN GIRLS crowd around, and admire the bird._ + +PRINCESS. O Nima! I will use my bow no longer; I go out to the wood, and +my heart is light; but while my arrow flies, I sorrow; and when the bird +drops through the branches, tears come into mine eyes. I will no longer +use my bow. + +_Distant hunting-horn. Music. They place themselves in attitudes of + listening. Hunting-horn nearer._ + +NIMA. 'Tis Miami and our hunters. Princess, why are your looks sad? + +PRINCESS. O Nima! the prince comes to bear me far from my father and my +brother. I must quit for ever the companions and the woods that are dear +to me. Nima, the Susquehannocks are a powerful nation, and my father would +have them for his friends. He gives his daughter to their prince, but his +daughter trembles to look upon the fierce Miami. + +_Music. HUNTERS seen winding down the hills; they are met by the women + of the village; MIAMI approaches POCAHONTAS, and his attendants lay + skins at her feet._ + +MIAMI. Princess, behold the spoils I bring thee. Our hunters are laden +with the deer and the soft furred beaver. But Miami scorned such prey: I +watched for the mighty buffalo and the shaggy bear; my club felled them to +the ground, and I tore their skins from their backs. The fierce carcajou +had wound himself around the tree, ready to dart upon the hunter; but the +hunter's eyes were not closed, and the carcajou quivered on the point of +my spear. I heard the wolf howl as he looked at the moon, and the beams +that feel upon his upturned face shewed my tomahawk the spot it was to +enter. I marked where the panther had crouched, and, before he could +spring, my arrow went into his heart. Behold the spoil the Susquehannock +brings thee! + +PRINCESS. Susquehannock, thou'rt a mighty hunter. Powhatan shall praise +thee for his daughter. But why returns not my brother with thee? + +MIAMI. Nantaquas still finds pleasure in the hunt, but the soul of Miami +grew weary of being away from Werocomoco, for there dwelt the daughter of +Powhatan. + +PRINCESS. Let us go to my father. + +_Music. Exeunt PRINCESS and MIAMI into palace, followed by NIMA and + train; the others into their several cabins._ + + +SCENE IV. _A Forest. SMITH enters, bewildered in its mazes. Music, + expressive of his situation._ + +SMITH. 'Tis all in vain! no clue to guide my steps. [_Music._ +By this the explorers have return'd despairing, +And left their forward leader to his fate. +The rashness is well punish'd, that, alone, +Would brave the entangling mazes of these wilds. +The night comes on, and soon these gloomy woods +Will echo to the yell of savage beasts, +And savage men more merciless. Alas! +And am I, after all my golden dreams +Of laurel'd glory, doom'd in wilds to fall, +Ignobly and obscure, the prey of brutes? [_Music._ +Fie on these coward thoughts! this trusty sword, +That made the Turk and Tartar crouch beneath me, +Will stead me well, e'en in this wilderness. + [_Music._ +O glory! thou who led'st me fearless on, +Where death stalk'd grimly over slaughter'd heaps, +Or drank the drowning shrieks of shipwreck'd wretches, +Swell high the bosom of thy votary! [_Music. Exit SMITH._ + +_Music. A party of INDIANS enter, as following SMITH, and steal + cautiously after him. The Indian yell within. Music, hurried. + Re-enter SMITH, engaged with the INDIANS; several fall. Exeunt, + fighting, and enter from the opposite side the Prince NANTAQUAS, who + views with wonder the prowess of SMITH; when the music has ceased he + speaks._ + +Sure 'tis our war-god, Aresqui himself, who lays our chiefs low! Now +they stop; he fights no longer; he stands terrible as the panther, which +the fearful hunter dares not approach. Stranger, brave stranger, +Nantaquas must know thee! [_Music._ + +_He rushes out, and re-enters with SMITH._ + +PRINCE. Art thou not then a God? + +SMITH. As thou art, warrior, but a man. + +PRINCE. Then art thou a man like a God; thou shalt be the brother of +Nantaquas. Stranger, my father is king of the country, and many nations +obey him: will thou be the friend of the great Powhatan? + +SMITH. Freely, prince; I left my own country to be the red man's friend. + +PRINCE. Wonderful man, where is thy country? + +SMITH. It lies far beyond the wide water. + +PRINCE. Is there then a world beyond the wide water? I thought only the +sun had been there: thou comest then from behind the sun? + +SMITH. Not so, prince. + +PRINCE. Listen to me. Thy country lies beyond the wide water, and from it +do mine eyes behold the sun rise each morning. + +SMITH. Prince, to your sight he seems to rise from thence, but your eyes +are deceived, they reach not over the wilderness of waters. + +PRINCE. Where sleeps the sun then? + +SMITH. The sun never sleeps. When you see him sink behind the mountains, +he goes to give light to other countries, where darkness flies before him, +as it does here, when you behold him rise in the east: thus he chases +Night for ever round the world. + +PRINCE. Tell me, wise stranger, how came you from your country across the +wide water? when our canoes venture but a little from the shore, the waves +never fail to swallow them up. + +SMITH. Prince, the Great Spirit is the friend of the white men, and they +have arts which the red men know not. + +PRINCE. My brother, will you teach the red men? + +SMITH. I come to do it. My king is a king of a mighty nation; he is great +and good: go, said he, go and make the red men wise and happy. + +_During the latter part of the dialogue, the INDIANS had crept in, + still approaching till they had almost surrounded SMITH. A burst of + savage music. They seize and bear him off, the PRINCE in vain + endeavouring to prevent it._ + +PRINCE. Hold! the white man is the brother of your prince; hold, coward +warriors! [_He rushes out._ + + +SCENE V. _Powhatan River, as the first scene._ + +_Enter LARRY._ + +Now do I begin to suspect, what, to be sure, I've been certain of a long +time, that master Robin's a little bit of a big rogue. I just now +observed him with my friend Walter's wife. Arrah! here they come. By +your leave, fair dealing, I'll play the eavesdropper behind this tree. + [_Retires behind a tree._ + +_Enter ALICE, followed by ROBIN._ + +ROBIN. But, mistress Alice, pretty Alice. + +ALICE. Ugly Robin, I'll not hear a syllable. + +ROBIN. But plague, prithee, Alice, why so coy? + +_Enter WALTER [observing them, stops]._ + +ALICE. Master Robin, if you follow me about any longer with your +fooleries, my Walter shall know of it. + +ROBIN. A fig for Walter! is he to be mentioned the same day with the +dapper Robin? can Walter make sonnets and madrigals, and set them, and +sing them? besides, the Indians have eat him by this, I hope. + +WALTER. Oh, the rascal! + +ROBIN. Come, pretty one, quite alone, no one near, even that blundering +Irishman away. + +LARRY. O you spalpeen! I'll blunder on you anon. + +ROBIN. Shall we, Alice, shall we? + +_Quartetto._ + +ROBIN. + + Mistress Alice, say, + Walter's far away, + Pretty Alice! + Nay, now--prithee, pray, + Shall we, Alice? hey! + Mistress Alice? + +ALICE. + +Master Robin, nay-- +Prithee, go your way, + Saucy Robin! +If you longer stay, +You may rue the day, + Master Robin. + +WALTER. [_Aside._] True my Alice is. + +LARRY. [_Aside._] Wat shall know of this. + +ROBIN. [_Struggling._] Pretty Alice! + +WALTER. [_Aside._] What a rascal 'tis! + +LARRY. [_Aside._] He'll kill poor Rob, I wis! + +ROBIN. [_Struggling._] Mistress Alice, + Let me taste the bliss-- + [_Attempts to kiss her._ + +ALICE. Taste the bliss of this, [_Slaps his face._ + Saucy Robin! + +WALTER. [_Advancing._] Oh, what wond'rous bliss! + +LARRY. [_Advancing._] How d'ye like the kiss? + +ALICE. } +WALTER. } Master Robin? +LARRY. } + + [_ROBIN steals off._ + +WALTER. Jackanapes! + +LARRY. Aye, hop off, cock robin! Blood and thunder now, that such a +sparrow should try to turn hawk, and pounce on your little pullet here. + +ALICE. Welcome, my bonny Walter. + +WALTER. A sweet kiss, Alice, to season my bitter tidings. Our captain's +lost. + +LARRY. } +ALICE. } Lost! + +WALTER. You shall hear. A league or two below this, we entered a charming +stream, that seemed to glide through a fairy land of fertility. I must +know more of this, said our captain. Await my return here. So bidding us +moor the pinnace in a broad basin, where the Indian's arrows could reach +us from neither side, away he went, alone in his boat, to explore the +river to its head. + +LARRY. Gallant soul! + +WALTER. What devil prompted us to disobey his command I know not, but +scarce was he out of sight, when we landed; and mark the end on't: up from +their ambuscado started full three hundred black fiends, with a yell that +might have appalled Lucifer, and whiz came a cloud of arrows about our +ears. Three tall fellows of ours fell: Cassen, Emery, and Robinson. Our +lieutenant, with Percy and myself, fought our way to the water side, +where, leaving our canoe as a trophy to the victors, we plunged in, ducks, +and, after swimming, dodging, and diving like regained the pinnace that we +had left like geese. + +ALICE. Heaven be praised, you are safe; but our poor captain-- + +WALTER. Aye; the day passed and he returned not; we came back for a +reinforcement, and to-morrow we find him, or perish. + +ALICE. Perish!-- + +WALTER. Aye; shame seize the poltroon who wou'dn't perish in such a cause; +wou'dn't you, Larry? + +LARRY. By Saint Patrick, it's the thing I would do, and hould my head the +higher for it all the days of my life after. + +WALTER. But see, our lieutenant and master Percy. + +_Enter ROLFE and PERCY._ + +ROLFE. Good Walter look to the barge, see it be ready +By earliest dawn. + +WALTER. I shall, sir. + +ROLFE. And be careful, +This misadventure be not buzz'd abroad, +Where 't may breed mutiny and mischief. Say +We've left the captain waiting our return, +Safe with the other three; meantime, choose out +Some certain trusty fellows, who will swear +Bravely to find their captain or their death. + +WALTER. I'll hasten, sir, about it. + +LARRY. Good lieutenant, +Shall I along? + +ROLFE. In truth, brave Irishman, +We cannot have a better. Pretty Alice, +Will you again lose Walter for a time? + +ALICE. I would I were a man, sir, then, most willingly I'd lose myself to +do our captain service. + +ROLFE. An Amazon! + +WALTER. Oh, 'tis a valiant dove. + +LARRY. But come; Heaven and St. Patrick prosper us. + [_Exeunt WALTER, LARRY, ALICE._ + +ROLFE. Now, my sad friend, cannot e'en this arouse you? +Still bending with the weight of shoulder'd Cupid? +Fie! throw away that bauble, love, my friend: +That glist'ning toy of listless laziness, +Fit only for green girls and growing boys +T' amuse themselves withal. Can an inconstant, +A fickle changeling, move a man like Percy? + +PERCY. Cold youth, how can you speak of that you feel not? +You never lov'd. + +ROLFE. Hum! yes, in mine own way; +Marry, 'twas not with sighs and folded arms; +For mirth I sought in it, not misery. +Sir, I have ambled through all love's gradations +Most jollily, and seriously the whilst. +I have sworn oaths of love on my knee, yet laugh'd not; +Complaints and chidings heard, but heeded not; +Kiss'd the cheek clear from tear-drops, and yet wept not; +Listen'd to vows of truth, which I believed not; +And after have been jilted-- + +PERCY. Well! + +ROLFE. And car'd not. + +PERCY. Call you this loving? + +ROLFE. Aye, and wisely loving. +Not, sir, to have the current of one's blood +Froz'n with a frown, and molten with a smile; +Make ebb and flood under a lady Luna, +Liker the moon in changing than in chasteness. +'Tis not to be a courier, posting up +To the seventh heav'n, or down to the gloomy centre, +On the fool's errand of a wanton--pshaw! +Women! they're made of whimsies and caprice, +So variant and so wild, that, ty'd to a God, +They'd dally with the devil for a change.-- +Rather than wed a European dame, +I'd take a squaw o' the woods, and get papooses. + +PERCY. If Cupid burn thee not for heresy, +Love is no longer catholic religion. + +ROLFE. An' if he do, I'll die a sturdy martyr. +And to the last preach to thee, pagan Percy, +Till I have made a convert. Answer me, +Is not this idol of thy heathen worship +That sent thee hither a despairing pilgrim; +Thy goddess, Geraldine, is she not false? + +PERCY. Most false! + +ROLFE. For shame, then; cease adoring her; +Untwine the twisted cable of your arms, +Heave from your freighted bosom all its charge, +In one full sigh, and puff it strongly from you; +Then, raising your earth-reading eyes to Heaven, +Laud your kind stars you were not married to her, +And so forget her. + +PERCY. Ah! my worthy Rolfe, +'Tis not the hand of infant Resolution +Can pluck this rooted passion from my heart: +Yet what I can I will; by heaven! I will. + +ROLFE. Why, cheerly said; the baby Resolution +Will grow apace; time will work wonders in him. + +PERCY. Did she not, after interchange of vows-- +But let the false one go, I will forget her. +Your hand, my friend; now will I act the man. + +ROLFE. Faith, I have seen thee do 't, and burn'd with shame, +That he who so could fight should ever sigh. + +PERCY. Think'st thou our captain lives? + +ROLFE. Tush! he must live; +He was not born to perish so. Believe 't, +He'll hold these dingy devils at the bay, +Till we come up and succour him. + +PERCY. And yet +A single arm against a host--alas! +I fear me he has fallen. + +ROLFE. Then never fell +A nobler soul, more valiant, or more worthy, +Or fit to govern men. If he be gone, +Heaven save our tottering colony from falling! +But see, th' adventurers from their daily toil. + +_Enter adventurers, WALTER, LARRY, ROBIN, ALICE, &c._ + +WALTER. Now, gentlemen labourers, a lusty roundelay after the toils of the +day; and then to a sound sleep, in houses of our own building. + +_Roundelay Chorus._ + + Now crimson sinks the setting sun, + And our tasks are fairly done. + Jolly comrades, home to bed, + Taste the sweets by labour shed; + Let his poppy seal your eyes, + Till another day arise, + For our tasks are fairly done, + As crimson sinks the setting sun. + + + + +ACT II. + + +SCENE I. _Inside the palace at Werocomoco. POWHATAN in state, GRIMOSCO, + &c., his wives, and warriors, ranged on each side. Music._ + +POWHATAN. My people, strange beings have appeared among us; they come from +the bosom of the waters, amid fire and thunder; one of them has our +war-god delivered into our hands: behold the white being! + +_Music. SMITH is brought in; his appearance excites universal wonder; + POCAHONTAS expresses peculiar admiration._ + +POCAHONTAS. O Nima! is it not a God! + +POWHATAN. Miami, though thy years are few, thou art experienced as age; +give us thy voice of counsel. + +MIAMI. Brothers, this stranger is of a fearful race of beings; their +barren hunting grounds lie beneath the world, and they have risen, in +monstrous canoes, through the great water, to spoil and ravish from us our +fruitful inheritance. Brothers, this stranger must die; six of our +brethren have fall'n by his hand. Before we lay their bones in the narrow +house, we must avenge them: their unappeased spirits will not go to rest +beyond the mountains; they cry out for the stranger's blood. + +NANTAQUAS. Warriors, listen to my words; listen, my father, while your son +tells the deeds of the brave white man. I saw him when 300 of our fiercest +chiefs formed the warring around him. But he defied their arms; he held +lightning in his hand. Wherever his arm fell, there sunk a warrior: as the +tall tree falls, blasted and riven, to the earth, when the angry Spirit +darts his fires through the forest. I thought him a God; my feet grew to +the ground; I could not move! + +POCAHONTAS. Nima, dost thou hear the words of my brother. + +NANTAQUAS. The battle ceased, for courage left the bosom of our warriors; +their arrows rested in their quivers; their bowstrings no longer sounded; +the tired chieftains leaned on their war-clubs, and gazed at the terrible +stranger, whom they dared not approach. Give an ear to me, king: 't was +then I held out the hand of peace to him, and he became my brother; he +forgot his arms, for he trusted to his brother: he was discoursing wonders +to his friend, when our chiefs rushed upon him, and bore him away. But oh! +my father, he must not die; for he is not a war captive; I promised that +the chain of friendship should be bright between us. Chieftains, your +prince must not falsify his word; father, your son must not be a liar! + +POCAHONTAS. Listen, warriors; listen, father; the white man is my +brother's brother! + +GRIMOSCO. King! when last night our village shook with the loud noise, it +was the Great Spirit who talk'd to his priest; my mouth shall speak his +commands: King, we must destroy the strangers, for they are not our God's +children; we must take their scalps, and wash our hands in the white man's +blood, for he is an enemy to the Great Spirit. + +NANTAQUAS. O priest, thou hast dreamed a false dream; Miami, thou tellest +the tale that is not. Hearken, my father, to my true words! the white man +is beloved by the Great Spirit; his king is like you, my father, good and +great; and he comes from a land beyond the wide water, to make us wise and +happy! + +_POWHATAN deliberates. Music._ + +POWHATAN. Stranger, thou must prepare for death. Six of our brethren fell +by thy hand. Thou must die. + +POCAHONTAS. Father, O father! + +SMITH. Had not your people first beset me, king, +I would have prov'd a friend and brother to them; +Arts I'd have taught, that should have made them gods, +And gifts would I have given to your people, +Richer than red men ever yet beheld. +Think not I fear to die. Lead to the block. +The soul of the white warrior shall shrink not. +Prepare the stake! amidst your fiercest tortures, +You'll find its fiery pains as nobly scorned, +As when the red man sings aloud his death-song. + +POCAHONTAS. Oh! shall that brave man die! + +_Music. The KING motions with his hand, and SMITH is led to the block._ + +MIAMI. [_To executioners._] Warriors, when the third signal strikes, sink +your tomahawks in his head. + +POCAHONTAS. Oh, do not, warriors, do not! Father, incline your heart to +mercy; he will win your battles, he will vanquish your enemies! [_First +signal._] Brother, speak! save your brother! Warriors, are you brave? +preserve the brave man! [_Second signal._] Miami, priest, sing the song +of peace; ah! strike not, hold! mercy! + +_Music. The third signal is struck, the hatchets are lifted up: when + the PRINCESS, shrieking, runs distractedly to the block, and presses + SMITH'S head to her bosom._ + +White man, thou shalt not die; or I will die with thee! + +_Music. She leads SMITH to the throne, and kneels._ + +My father, dost thou love thy daughter? listen to her voice; look upon her +tears: they ask for mercy to the captive. Is thy child dear to thee, my +father? Thy child will die with the white man. + +_Plaintive music. She bows her head to his feet. POWHATAN, after some + deliberation, looking on his daughter with tenderness, presents her + with a string of white wampum. POCAHONTAS, with the wildest + expression of joy, rushes forward with SMITH, presenting the beads of + peace._ + +Captive! thou art free!-- + +_Music. General joy is diffused--MIAMI and GRIMOSCO only appear + discontented. The prince NANTAQUAS congratulates SMITH. The PRINCESS + shows the most extravagant emotions of rapture._ + +SMITH. O woman! angel sex! where'er thou art, +Still art thou heavenly. The rudest clime +Robs not thy glowing bosom of its nature. +Thrice blessed lady, take a captive's thanks! + + [_He bows upon her hand._ + +POCAHONTAS. My brother!-- + + [_Music. SMITH expresses his gratitude._ + +NANTAQUAS. Father, hear the design that fills my breast. I will go among +the white men; I will learn their arts; and my people shall be made wise +and happy. + +POCAHONTAS. I too will accompany my brother. + +MIAMI. Princess!-- + +POCAHONTAS. Away, cruel Miami; you would have murdered my brother!-- + +POWHATAN. Go, my son; take thy warriors, and go with the white men. +Daughter, I cannot lose thee from mine eyes; accompany thy brother but a +little on his way. Stranger, depart in peace; I entrust my son to thy +friendship. + +SMITH. Gracious sir, +He shall return with honours and with wonders; +My beauteous sister! noble brother, come! + +_Music. Exeunt, on one side, SMITH, PRINCESS, NANTAQUAS, NIMA, and + train. On the other, KING, PRIEST, MIAMI, &c. The two latter express + angry discontent._ + + +SCENE II. _A forest._ + +_Enter PERCY, ROLFE._ + +ROLFE. So far indeed 'tis fruitless, yet we'll on. + +PERCY. Aye, to the death. + +ROLFE. Brave Percy, come, confess +You have forgot your love. + +PERCY. Why, faith, not quite; +Despite of me, it sometimes through my mind +Flits like a dark cloud o'er a summer sky; +But passes off like that, and leaves me cloudless. +I can't forget that she was sweet as spring; +Fair as the day. + +ROLFE. Aye, aye, like April weather; +Sweet, fair, and faithless. + +PERCY. True alas! like April! + +_Song_--PERCY. + + Fair Geraldine each charm of spring possest, + Her cheek glow'd with the rose and lily's strife; + Her breath was perfume, and each winter'd breast + Felt that her sunny eyes beam'd light and life. + + Alas! that in a form of blooming May, + The mind should April's changeful liv'ry wear! + Yet ah! like April, smiling to betray, + Is Geraldine, as false as she is fair! + +ROLFE. Beshrew the little gipsy! let us on. + [_Exeunt PERCY, ROLFE._ + +_Enter LARRY, WALTER, ROBIN, &c._ + +LARRY. Go no further? Och! you hen-hearted cock robin! + +ROBIN. But, master Larry-- + +WALTER. Prithee, thou evergreen aspen leaf, thou non-intermittent ague! +why didst along with us? + +ROBIN. Why, you know, my master Rolfe desired it; and then you were always +railing out on me for chicken-heartedness. I came to shew ye I had valour. + +WALTER. But forgetting to bring it with thee, thou wouldst now back for +it; well, in the name of Mars, go; return for thy valour, Robin. + +ROBIN. What! alone? + +LARRY. Arrah! then stay here till it comes to you, and then follow us. + +ROBIN. Stay here! O Lord, methinks I feel an arrow sticking in my gizzard +already! Hark ye, my sweet master, let us sing. + +LARRY. Sing? + +ROBIN. Sing; I'm always valiant when I sing. Beseech you, let us chaunt +the glee that I dish'd up for us three. + +LARRY. It has a spice of your cowardly cookery in it. + +WALTER. But since 'tis a provocative to Robin's valour-- + +LARRY. Go to: give a lusty hem, and fall on. + +_Glee._ + + We three, adventurers be, + Just come from our own country; + We have cross'd thrice a thousand ma, + Without a penny of money. + + We three, good fellows be, + Who wou'd run like the devil from Indians three; + We never admir'd their bowmandry; + Oh, give us whole skins for our money. + + We three, merry men be, + Who gaily will chaunt our ancient glee, + Though a lass or a glass, in this wild country, + Can't be had, or for love, or for money. + +LARRY. Well, how do you feel? + +ROBIN. As courageous as, as a-- + +LARRY. As a wren, little Robin. Are you sure, now, you won't be after +fancying every deer that skips by you a divil, and every bush a bear? + +ROBIN. I defy the devil; but hav'n't you heard, my masters, how the +savages go a hunting, drest out in deer-skin? How could you put one in +mind, master Larry? O Lord! that I should come a captain-hunting! the only +game we put up is deer that carry scalping knives! or if we beat the bush +to start a bold commander, up bolts a bloody bear! + + [_WALTER and LARRY exchange significant nods._ + +LARRY. To be sure we're in a parlous case. The forest laws are dev'lish +severe here: an they catch us trespassing upon their hunting ground, we +shall pay a neat poll-tax: nothing less than our heads will serve. + +ROBIN. Our heads? + +WALTER. Yes, faith! they'll soon collect their capitation. +They wear men's heads, sir, hanging at the breast, +Instead of jewels; and at either ear, +Most commonly, a child's, by way of ear-drop. + +ROBIN. Oh! curse their finery! jewels, heads, O Lord! + +LARRY. Pshaw man! don't fear. Perhaps they'll only burn us. +What a delicate roasted Robin you wou'd make! +Troth! they'd so lick their lips! + +ROBIN. A roasted robin!-- + +WALTER. Tut! if they only burn us, 'twill be brave. +Robin shall make our death-songs. + +ROBIN. Death-songs, oh! + [_ROBIN stands motionless with fear._ + +LARRY. By the good looking right eye of Saint Patrick, +There's Rolfe and Percy, with a tribe of Indians. [_Looking out._ + +ROBIN. Indians! they're pris'ners, and we--we're dead men! + +[_While WALTER and LARRY exeunt, ROBIN gets up into a tree._] + +O Walter, Larry! ha! what gone, all gone! +Poor Robin, what is to become of thee? + +_Enter SMITH, POCAHONTAS, NANTAQUAS, PERCY, ROLFE, NIMA and INDIANS, + LARRY and WALTER._ + +SMITH. At hazard of her own dear life she saved me. +E'en the warm friendship of the prince had fail'd, +And death, inevitable death, hung over me. +Oh, had you seen her fly, like Pity's herald, +To stay the uplifted hatchet in its flight; +Or heard her, as with cherub voice she pled, +Like Heav'n's own angel-advocate, for mercy. + +POCAHONTAS. My brother, speak not so. [_Bashfully._ + +ROLFE. What gentleness! +What sweet simplicity! what angel softness! + +_ROLFE goes to her. She, timidly, but with evident pleasure, receives + his attentions. During this scene the PRINCESS discovers the first + advances of love in a heart of perfect simplicity. SMITH, &c., + converse apart._ + +ROBIN. [_In the tree._] Egad! there's never a head hanging to their ears; +and their ears hang to their heads, for all the world as if they were +christians; I'll venture down among them. + + [_Getting down._ + +NIMA. Ah! [_Bends her bow, and is about to shoot at him._ + +LARRY. Arrah! my little dark Diana, choose noble game, that's only little +Robin. + +ROBIN. Aye, bless you, I'm only little Robin. [_Jumps down._ + +_NIMA examines him curiously, but fearfully._ + +ROBIN. Gad, she's taken with my figure; ah! there it is now; a personable +fellow shall have his wench any where. Yes, she's admiring my figure. +Well, my dusky dear, how could you like such a man as I am? + +NIMA. Are you a man? + +ROBIN. I'll convince you of it some day. Hark ye, my dear. + [_Attempts to whisper._ + +NIMA. Ah! don't bite. + +ROBIN. Bite! what do you take me for? + +NIMA. A racoon. + +ROBIN. A racoon! Why so? + +NIMA. You run up the tree. [_Motions as if climbing._ + +LARRY. Well said, my little pagan Pythagoras!-- +Ha! ha! + +ROBIN. Hum! [_Retires disconcerted._ + +_ROLFE and PERCY come forward._ + +ROLFE. Tell me, in sooth, didst ever mark such sweetness! +Such winning--such bewitching gentleness! + +PERCY. What, caught, my flighty friend, love-lim'd at last? +O Cupid, Cupid! thou'rt a skilful birder. +Although thou spread thy net, i' the wilderness, +Or shoot thy bird-bolt from an Indian bow, +Or place thy light in savage ladies' eyes, +Or pipe thy call in savage ladies' voices, +Alas! each tow'ring tenant of the air +Must fall heart pierc'd--or stoop, at thy command, +To sigh his sad notes in thy cage, O Cupid! + +ROLFE. A truce; a truce! O friend, her guiltless breast +Seems Love's pavilion, where, in gentle sleep, +The unrous'd boy has rested. O my Percy! +Could I but wake the slumb'rer-- + +PERCY. Nay, i' faith, +Take courage; thou hast given the alarm: +Methinks the drowsy god gets up apace. + +ROLFE. Say'st thou? + +SMITH. Come, gentlemen, we'll toward the town. + +NANTAQUAS. My sister, you will now return to our father. + +PRINCESS. Return, my brother? + +NANTAQUAS. Our father lives but while you are near him. Go, my sister, +make him happy with the knowledge of his son's happiness. Farewell, my +sister! + + [_The PRINCESS appears dejected._ + +SMITH. Once more, my guardian angel, let me thank thee. + [_Kissing her hand._ +Ere long we will return to thee, with presents +Well worth a princess' and a king's acceptance. +Meantime, dear lady, tell the good Powhatan +We'll show the prince such grace and entertainment, +As shall befit our brother and his son. +Adieu, sweet sister. + +_Music. They take leave of the PRINCESS; she remains silently dejected; + her eyes anxiously follow ROLFE, who lingers behind, and is the last + to take leave._ + +PRINCESS. Stranger, wilt thou too come to Werocomoco? + +ROLFE. Dost thou wish it, lady? + +PRINCESS. [_Eagerly._] O yes! + +ROLFE. And why, lovely lady? + +PRINCESS. My eyes are pleased to see thee, and my ears to hear thee, +stranger. + +ROLFE. And did not the others who were here also please thy sight and +hearing? + +PRINCESS. Oh! they were all goodly; but--their eyes looked not like thine; +their voices sounded not like thine; and their speeches were not like thy +speeches, stranger. + +ROLFE. Enchanting simplicity! But why call me stranger? Captain Smith thou +callest brother. Call me so too. + +PRINCESS. Ah, no! + +ROLFE. Then thou thinkest not of me as thou dost of him? [_She shakes her +head and sighs._] Is Captain Smith dear to thee? + +PRINCESS. Oh yes! very dear; [_ROLFE is uneasy._] and Nantaquas too: they +are my brothers;--but--that name is not thine--thou art-- + +ROLFE. What, lovely lady? + +PRINCESS. I know not; I feel the name thou art, but I cannot speak it. + +ROLFE. I am thy lover, dear princess. + +PRINCESS. Yes, thou art my lover. But why call me princess? + +ROLFE. Dear lady, thou art a king's daughter. + +PRINCESS. And if I were not, what wouldst thou call me? + +ROLFE. Oh! if thou wert a beggar's, I would call thee love! + +PRINCESS. I know not what a beggar is; but oh! I would I were a beggar's +daughter, so thou wouldst call me love. Ah! do not longer call me king's +daughter. If thou feelest the name as I do, call me as I call thee: thou +shalt be _my_ lover; I will be _thy_ lover. + +ROLFE. Enchanting, lovely creature! [_Kisses her ardently._ + +PRINCESS. Lover, thou hast made my cheek to burn, and my heart to beat! +Mark it. + +ROLFE. Dear innocence! [_Putting his hand to her heart._ + +PRINCESS. Lover, why is it so? To-day before my heart beat, and mine eyes +were full of tears; but then my white brother was in danger. Thou art not +in danger, and yet behold--[_Wipes a tear from her eye._] Besides, then, +my heart hurt me, but now! Oh, now!--Lover, why is it so? + + [_Leaning on him with innocent confidence._ + +ROLFE. Angel of purity! thou didst to-day feel pity; and now--Oh, +rapturous task to teach thee the difference!--now, thou dost feel love. + +PRINCESS. Love! + +ROLFE. Love: the noblest, the sweetest passion that could swell thy angel +bosom. + +PRINCESS. Oh! I feel that 'tis very sweet. Lover, with thy lips thou didst +make me feel it. My lips shall teach thee sweet love. [_Kisses him, and +artlessly looks up in his face; placing her hand upon his heart._] Does +thy heart beat? + +ROLFE. Beat! O heaven!-- + + [_ROBIN, who had been with NIMA, comes forward._ + +ROBIN. Gad! we must end our amours, or we shall be left. Sir, my master, +hadn't we better-- + +ROLFE. Booby! idiot! + +_Enter WALTER._ + +WALTER. Sir, lieutenant, the captain awaits your coming up. + +ROLFE. I'll follow on the instant. + +PRINCESS. Thou wilt not go? + +ROLFE. But for a time, love. + +PRINCESS. I do not wish thee to leave me. + +ROLFE. I must, love; but I will return. + +PRINCESS. Soon--very soon? + +ROLFE. Very--very soon. + +PRINCESS. I am not pleased now--and yet my heart beats. Oh, lover! + +ROLFE. My angel! there shall not a sun rise and set, ere I am with thee. +Adieu! thy own heavenly innocence be thy safeguard. Farewell, sweet love! + +_Music. He embraces her and exit, followed by ROBIN and WALTER. + PRINCESS looks after him. A pause._ + +PRINCESS. O Nima! + +NIMA. Princess, white men are pow-wows. The white man put his lips here, +and I felt something--here-- + + [_Putting her hand to her heart._ + +PRINCESS. O lover! + +_She runs to the place whence ROLFE went out, and gazes after him._ + +_Music. Enter from opposite side, MIAMI._ + +MIAMI. [_Sternly._] Princess! + +PRINCESS. [_Turning._] Ah! + +MIAMI. Miami has followed thy steps. Thou art the friend of the white men. + +PRINCESS. Yes, for they are good and godlike. + +MIAMI. Mine eyes beheld the pale youth part from you; your arms were +entwined, your lips were together! + + [_Struggling with jealousy._ + +PRINCESS. He is my lover; I am his lover. + + [_Still looking after ROLFE._ + +MIAMI. [_Stamps with anger._] Hear me! In what do the red yield to the +white men? and who among the red men is like Miami? While I was yet a +child, did the dart which my breath blew through my sarbacan ever fail to +pierce the eye of the bird? What youth dared, like Miami, to leap from the +precipice, and drag the struggling bear from the foaming torrent? Is there +a hunter--is there a warrior--skilful and brave as Miami? Come to my +cabin, and see the scalps and the skins that adorn it. They are the +trophies of the Susquehannock! + +PRINCESS. Man, mine eyes will never behold thy trophies. They are not +pleased to look on thee. + + [_Averting her eyes with disgust._ + +MIAMI. Ha! [_Pause--he resumes in a softened tone._] Princess, I have +crossed many woods and waters, that I might bear the daughter of Powhatan +to my nation. Shall my people cry out, with scorn, "behold! our prince +returns without his bride?" In what is the pale youth above the red Miami? + +PRINCESS. Thine eyes are as the panther's; thy voice like the voice of the +wolf. Thou shouldst make my heart beat with joy; and I tremble before +thee. Oh no! Powhatan shall give me to my lover. I will be my lover's +bride! + +_Music. MIAMI stamps furiously; his actions betray the most savage rage + of jealousy; he rushes to seize the PRINCESS, but, recollecting that + her attendants are by, he goes out in an agony, by his gestures + menacing revenge. The PRINCESS exit on the opposite side, followed by + train._ + + +SCENE III. _Werocomoco._ + +_Music. Enter from the palace POWHATAN and GRIMOSCO; met by the + PRINCESS, who runs to her father._ + +POWHATAN. My daughter! + +PRINCESS. O father! the furious Miami! + +POWHATAN. What of the prince? + +PRINCESS. Father, my father! do not let the fierce prince bear me to his +cruel nation! + +POWHATAN. How! + +PRINCESS. By the spirit of my mother, I implore my father. Oh! if thou +deliver me to the Susquehannock, think not thine eyes shall ever again +behold me; the first kind stream that crosses our path shall be the end of +my journey; my soul shall seek the soul of the mother that loved me, far +beyond the mountains. + +POWHATAN. Daughter, mention not thy mother! + +PRINCESS. Her shade will pity her unhappy child, and I shall be at rest +in her bosom. [_Weeping._ + +POWHATAN. Rest in my bosom, my child! [_She starts with joyful emotion._] +Thou shalt not go from thy father. + +PRINCESS. Father; dear father! [_Seizing his hand._ + +_Music. An INDIAN enters, bearing a red hatchet._ + +INDIAN. King! + +POWHATAN. Thou art of the train of the Susquehannock: speak. + +INDIAN. My prince demands his bride. + + [_The PRINCESS clings fearfully to the KING._ + +POWHATAN. Tell thy prince, my daughter will not leave her father. + +INDIAN. Will Powhatan forget his promise to Miami? + +POWHATAN. Powhatan will not forget his promise to her mother; and he +vowed, while the angel of death hovered over her, that the eye of tender +care should never be averted from her darling daughter. + +INDIAN. Shall not then my prince receive his bride? + +POWHATAN. The daughter of Powhatan--never. + +INDIAN. Take then his defiance. + + [_Music. He presents the red hatchet._ + +POWHATAN. The red hatchet! 'Tis well. Grimosco, summon our warriors. + +GRIMOSCO. O king! might I-- + +POWHATAN. Speak not. Tell our chiefs to assemble; and show them the +war-signal [_Exit GRIMOSCO._]. Go, tell your master, the great Powhatan +will soon meet him, terrible as the minister of vengeance. [_Exit +INDIAN._] The chiefs approach. My child, retire from this war scene. + +PRINCESS. O dear parent! thine age should have been passed in the shade of +peace; and do I bring my father to the bloody war-path? + +POWHATAN. Not so; the young prince has often dared my power, and merited +my vengeance; he shall now feel both. + +PRINCESS. Alas! his nation is numerous and warlike. + +POWHATAN. Fear not, my child; we will call the valiant Nantaquas from his +brothers; the brave English too will join us. + +PRINCESS. Ah! then is thy safety and success certain. + + [_Exit into palace, followed by NIMA, &c._ + +_Music. Enter GRIMOSCO and WARRIORS._ + +POWHATAN. Brave chieftains! need I remind you of the victories you have +gained; the scalps you have borne from your enemies? Chieftains, another +victory must be won; more trophies from your foes must deck your cabins; +the insolent Miami has braved your king, and defied him with the crimson +tomahawk. Warriors! we will not bury it till his nation is extinct. Ere we +tread the war-path, raise to our god Aresqui the song of battle, then +march to triumph and to glory. + +SONG TO ARESQUI. + + Aresqui! Aresqui! + Lo! thy sons for war prepare! + Snakes adorn each painted head, + While the cheek of flaming red + Gives the eye its ghastly glare. + Aresqui! Aresqui! + Through the war-path lead aright, + Lo! we're ready for the fight. + +_War Song._ + +FIRST INDIAN. See the cautious warrior creeping! + +SECOND INDIAN. See the tree-hid warrior peeping! + +FIRST INDIAN. Mark! Mark! + Their track is here; now breathless go! + +SECOND INDIAN. Hark! Hark! + The branches rustle--'tis the foe! + +CHORUS. Now we bid the arrow fly-- + Now we raise the hatchet high. + Where is urg'd the deadly dart, + There is pierced a chieftain's heart; + Where the war-club swift descends, + A hero's race of glory ends! + +FIRST INDIAN. In vain the warrior flies-- + From his brow the scalp we tear. + +SECOND INDIAN. Or home the captiv'd prize, + A stake-devoted victim, bear. + +FIRST AND SECOND INDIAN. The victors advance-- + And while amidst the curling blaze, + Our foe his death-song tries to raise-- + Dance the warriors' dance. + + [_War-dance._ + +GRAND CHORUS. Aresqui! Aresqui! + Through the war-path lead aright-- + Lo! we're ready for the fight. + + [_March to battle._ + + + + +ACT III. + + +SCENE I. _Jamestown--built._ + +_WALTER and ALICE._ + +WALTER. One mouthful more. [_Kiss._] Oh! after a long lent of absence, +what a charming relish is a kiss, served from the lips of a pretty wife, +to a hungry husband. + +ALICE. And, believe me, I banquet at the high festival of return with +equal pleasure. But what has made your absence so tedious, prithee? + +WALTER. Marry, girl, thus it was: when we had given the enemies of our +ally, Powhatan, defeature, and sent the rough Miami in chains to +Werocomoco, our captain dispatches his lieutenant, Rolfe, to supply his +place, here, in the town; and leading us to the water's edge, and leaping +into the pinnace, away went we on a voyage of discovery. Some thousand +miles we sailed, and many strange nations discovered; and for our +exploits, if posterity reward us not, there is no faith in history. + +ALICE. And what were your exploits? + +WALTER. Rare ones, egad! +We took the devil, Okee, prisoner. + +ALICE. And have you brought him hither? + +WALTER. No: his vot'ries +Redeem'd him with some score or two of deer-skins. +Then we've made thirty kings our tributaries: +Such sturdy rogues, that each could easily +Fillip a buffalo to death with 's finger. + +ALICE. But have you got their treasures? + +WALTER. All, my girl. +Imperial robes of raccoon, crowns of feather; +Besides the riches of their sev'ral kingdoms-- +A full boat load of corn. + +ALICE. Oh, wonderful! + +WALTER. Aye, is it not? But, best of all, I've kiss'd +The little finger of a mighty queen. +Sweet soul! among the court'sies of her court, +She gave us a Virginian mascarado. + +ALICE. Dost recollect the fashion of it? + +WALTER. Oh! +Were I to live till Time were in his dotage, +'Twould never from mine eyes. Imagine first, +The scene, a gloomy wood; the time, midnight; +Her squawship's maids of honour were the masquers; +Their masks were wolves' heads curiously set on, +And, bating a small difference of hue, +Their dress e'en such as madam Eve had on +Or ere she eat the apple. + +ALICE. Pshaw! + +WALTER. These dresses, +All o'er perfum'd with the self-same pomado +Which our fine dames at home buy of old Bruin, +Glisten'd most gorgeously unto the moon. +Thus, each a firebrand brandishing aloft, +Rush'd they all forth, with shouts and frantic yells, +In dance grotesque and diabolical, +Madder than mad Bacchantes. + +ALICE. O the powers! + +WALTER. When they had finished the divertisement +A beauteous Wolf-head came to me-- + +ALICE. To you? + +WALTER. And lit me with her pine-knot torch to bedward, +Where, as the custom of the court it was, +The beauteous Wolf-head blew the flambeau out, +And then-- + +ALICE. Well! + +WALTER. Then, the light being out, you know, +To all that follow'd I was in the dark. +Now you look grave. In faith I went to sleep. +Could a grim wolf rival my gentle lamb? +No, truly, girl: though in this wilderness +The trees hang full of divers colour'd fruit, +From orange-tawny to sloe-black, egad, +They'll hang until they rot or ere I pluck them, +While I've my melting, rosy nonpareil. [_Kiss._ + +ALICE. Oh! you're a Judas! + +WALTER. Then am I a Jew! + +_Enter SMITH, PERCY, NANTAQUAS, LARRY, &c._ + +SMITH. Yet, prince, accept at least my ardent thanks: +A thousand times told over, they would fail +To pay what you and your dear sister claim. +Through my long absence from my people here, +You have sustain'd their feebleness. + +NANTAQUAS. O brother, +To you, the conqueror of our father's foes; +To you, the sun which from our darken'd minds +Has chas'd the clouds of error, what can we +Not to remain your debtors? + +SMITH. Gen'rous soul! +Your friendship is my pride. But who knows aught +Of our young Rolfe? + +PERCY. This morning, sir, I hear, +An hour ere our arrival, the lieutenant +Accompanied the princess to her father's. + +SMITH. Methinks our laughing friend has found at last +The power of sparkling eyes. What say you, prince, +To a brave, worthy soldier for your brother? + +NANTAQUAS. Were I to choose, I'd put all other by +To make his path-way clear unto my sister. +But come, sir, shall we to my father's banquet? +One of my train I've sent to give him tidings +Of your long-wish'd for coming. + +SMITH. Gentle prince, +You greet my fresh return with welcome summons, +And I obey it cheerfully. Good Walter, +And, worthy sir [_To LARRY._], be it your care +To play the queen bee here, and keep the swarm +Still gathering busily. Look to it well: +Our new-raised hive must hold no drones within it. +Now, forward, sirs, to Werocomoco. + [_Exeunt SMITH, PRINCE, PERCY, &c._ + +_Manent WALTER and LARRY._ + +WALTER. So, my compeer in honour, we must hold +The staff of sway between us. + +LARRY. Arrah, man, +If we hould it between us, any rogue +Shall run clean off before it knocks him down, +While at each end we tug for mastery. + +WALTER. Tush, man! we'll strike in unison. + +LARRY. Go to-- + +WALTER. And first, let's to the forest--the young sparks +In silken doublets there are felling trees, +Poor, gentle masters, with their soft palms blister'd; +And, while they chop and chop, they swear and swear, +Drowning with oaths the echo of their axe. + +LARRY. Are they so hot in choler? + +WALTER. Aye. + +LARRY. We'll cool 'em; +And pour cold patience down their silken sleeves. + +WALTER. Cold patience! + +LARRY. In the shape of water, honey. + +WALTER. A notable discovery; come away! + +LARRY. Ha! isn't that a sail? + +WALTER. A sail! a fleet! [_Looking toward the river._ + +_Enter TALMAN._ + +TALMAN. We have discovered nine tall ships. + +LARRY. Discovered! +Away, you rogue, we have discovered them, +With nature's telescopes. Run--scud--begone-- +Down to the river! Och, St. Pat, I thank you! + +_Go toward river. Huzza within. Music expresses joyful bustle. Scene + closes._ + + +SCENE II. _A grove._ + +_Enter ROBIN and NIMA._ + +ROBIN. Aye, bless you, I knew I should creep into your heart at last, my +little dusky divinity. + +NIMA. Divinity! what's that? + +ROBIN. Divinity--it's a--Oh, it's a pretty title that we lords of the +creation bestow upon our playthings. But hist! here they come. Now is it +a knotty point to be argued, whether this parting doth most affect the +mistress and master, or the maid and man. Let Cupid be umpire, and steal +the scales of Justice to weigh our heavy sighs. [_Retire._ + +_Enter ROLFE and POCAHONTAS._ + +PRINCESS. Nay, let me on-- + +ROLFE. No further, gentle love; +The rugged way has wearied you already. + +PRINCESS. Feels the wood pigeon weariness, who flies, +Mated with her beloved? Ah! lover, no. + +ROLFE. Sweet! in this grove we will exchange adieus; +My steps should point straight onward; were thou with me, +Thy voice would bid me quit the forward path +At every pace, or fix my side-long look, +Spell-bound, upon thy beauties. + +PRINCESS. Ah! you love not +The wild-wood prattle of the Indian maid, +As once you did. + +ROLFE. By heaven! my thirsty ear, +Could ever drink its liquid melody. +Oh! I could talk with thee, till hasty night, +Ere yet the sentinel day had done his watch; +Veil'd like a spy, should steal on printless feet, +To listen to our parley! Dearest love! +My captain has arrived, and I do know, +When honour and when duty call upon me, +Thou wouldst not have me chid for tardiness. +But, ere the matin of to-morrow's lark, +Do echo from the roof of nature's temple, +Sweetest, expect me. + +PRINCESS. Wilt thou surely come? + +ROLFE. To win thee from thy father will I come; +And my commander's voice shall join with mine, +To woo Powhatan to resign his treasure. + +PRINCESS. Go then, but ah! forget not-- + +ROLFE. I'll forget +All else, to think on thee! + +PRINCESS. Thou art my life! +I lived not till I saw thee, love; and now, +I live not in thine absence. Long, Oh! long +I was the savage child of savage Nature; +And when her flowers sprang up, while each green bough +Sang with the passing west wind's rustling breath; +When her warm visitor, flush'd Summer, came, +Or Autumn strew'd her yellow leaves around, +Or the shrill north wind pip'd his mournful music, +I saw the changing brow of my wild mother +With neither love nor dread. But now, Oh! now, +I could entreat her for eternal smiles, +So thou might'st range through groves of loveliest flowers, +Where never Winter, with his icy lip, +Should dare to press thy cheek. + +ROLFE. My sweet enthusiast! + +PRINCESS. O! 'tis from thee that I have drawn my being: +Thou'st ta'en me from the path of savage error, +Blood-stain'd and rude, where rove my countrymen, +And taught me heavenly truths, and fill'd my heart +With sentiments sublime, and sweet, and social. +Oft has my winged spirit, following thine, +Cours'd the bright day-beam, and the star of night, +And every rolling planet of the sky, +Around their circling orbits. O my love! +Guided by thee, has not my daring soul, +O'ertopt the far-off mountains of the east, +Where, as our fathers' fable, shad'wy hunters +Pursue the deer, or clasp the melting maid, +'Mid ever blooming spring? Thence, soaring high +From the deep vale of legendary fiction, +Hast thou not heaven-ward turn'd my dazzled sight, +Where sing the spirits of the blessed good +Around the bright throne of the Holy One? +This thou hast done; and ah! what couldst thou more, +Belov'd preceptor, but direct that ray, +Which beams from Heaven to animate existence, +And bid my swelling bosom beat with love! + +ROLFE. O, my dear scholar! + +PRINCESS. Prithee, chide me, love: +My idle prattle holds thee from thy purpose. + +ROLFE. O! speak more music! and I'll listen to it, +Like stilly midnight to sweet Philomel. + +PRINCESS. Nay, now begone; for thou must go: ah! fly, +The sooner to return-- + +ROLFE. Thus, then, adieu! [_Embrace._ +But, ere the face of morn blush rosy red, +To see the dew-besprent, cold virgin ground +Stain'd by licentious step; Oh, long before +The foot of th' earliest furred forrester, +Do mark its imprint on morn's misty sheet, +With sweet good morrow will I wake my love. + +PRINCESS. To bliss thou'lt wake me, for I sleep till then +Only with sorrow's poppy on my lids. + +_Music. Embrace; and exit ROLFE, followed by ROBIN; PRINCESS looks + around despondingly._ + +But now, how gay and beauteous was this grove! +Sure ev'ning's shadows have enshrouded it, +And 'tis the screaming bird of night I hear, +Not the melodious mock-bird. Ah! fond girl! +'Tis o'er thy soul the gloomy curtain hangs; +'Tis in thy heart the rough-toned raven sings. +O lover! haste to my benighted breast; +Come like the glorious sun, and bring me day! + +_Song._ + + When the midnight of absence the day-scene pervading + Distils its chill dew o'er the bosom of love, + Oh, how fast then the gay tints of nature are fading! + How harsh seems the music of joy in the grove! + While the tender flow'r droops till return of the light, + Steep'd in tear drops that fall from the eye of the night. + + But Oh! when the lov'd-one appears, + Like the sun a bright day to impart, + To kiss off those envious tears, + To give a new warmth to the heart; + Soon the flow'ret seeming dead + Raises up its blushing head, + Glows again the breast of love, + Laughs again the joyful grove; + While once more the mock-bird's throat + Trolls the sweetly various note. + But ah! when dark absence the day-scene pervading + Distils its chill dew o'er the bosom of love, + Oh! fast then the gay tints of nature are fading! + Oh! harsh seems the music of joy in the grove! + And the tender flow'r droops till return of the light, + Steep'd in tear drops that fall from the eye of the night. + +PRINCESS. Look, Nima, surely I behold our captive, +The prince Miami, and our cruel priest. + +NIMA. Lady, 'tis they; and now they move this way. + +PRINCESS. How earnest are their gestures; ah! my Nima, +When souls like theirs mingle in secret council, +Stern murder's voice alone is listen'd to. +Miami too at large--O trembling heart, +Most sad are thy forebodings; they are here-- +Haste, Nima; let us veil us from their view. + + [_They retire._ + +_Enter MIAMI and GRIMOSCO._ + +GRIMOSCO. Be satisfied; I cannot fail--hither the king will soon come. +This deep shade have I chosen for our place of meeting. Hush! he comes. +Retire, and judge if Grimosco have vainly boasted--away! + [_MIAMI retires._ + +_Enter POWHATAN._ + +POWHATAN. Now, priest, I attend the summons of thy voice. + +GRIMOSCO. So you consult your safety, for 'tis the voice of warning. + +POWHATAN. Of what would you warn me? + +GRIMOSCO. Danger. + +POWHATAN. From whom? + +GRIMOSCO. Your enemies. + +POWHATAN. Old man, these have I conquered. + +GRIMOSCO. The English still exist. + +POWHATAN. The English! + +GRIMOSCO. The nobler beast of the forest issues boldly from his den, and +the spear of the powerful pierces his heart. The deadly adder lurks in his +covert till the unwary footstep approach him. + +POWHATAN. I see no adder near me. + +GRIMOSCO. No, for thine eyes rest only on the flowers under which he +glides. + +POWHATAN. Away, thy sight is dimmed by the shadows of age. + +GRIMOSCO. King, for forty winters hast thou heard the voice of counsel +from my lips, and never did its sound deceive thee; never did my tongue +raise the war cry, and the foe appeared not. Be warned then to beware the +white man. He has fixed his serpent eye upon you, and, like the charmed +bird, you flutter each moment nearer to the jaw of death. + +POWHATAN. How, Grimosco? + +GRIMOSCO. Do you want proof of the white man's hatred to the red? Follow +him along the bay; count the kings he has conquered, and the nations that +his sword has made extinct. + +POWHATAN. Like a warrior he subdued them, for the chain of friendship +bound them not to each other. The white man is brave as Aresqui; and can +the brave be treacherous? + +GRIMOSCO. Like the red feathers of the flamingo is craft, the brightest +plume that graces the warrior's brow. Are not your people brave? Yet does +the friendly tree shield them while the hatchet is thrown. Who doubts the +courage of Powhatan? Yet has the eye of darkness seen Powhatan steal to +the surprise of the foe. + +POWHATAN. Ha! priest, thy words are true. I will be satisfied. Even now I +received a swift messenger from my son: to-day he will conduct the +English to my banquet. I will demand of him if he be the friend of +Powhatan. + +GRIMOSCO. Yes; but demand it of him as thou drawest thy reeking hatchet +from his cleft head. [_KING starts._] The despoilers of our land must die! + +POWHATAN. What red man can give his eye-ball the glare of defiance when +the white chief is nigh? He who stood alone amidst seven hundred foes, +and, while he spurned their king to the ground, dared them to shoot their +arrows; who will say to him, "White man, I am thine enemy?" No one. My +chiefs would be children before him. + +GRIMOSCO. The valour of thy chiefs may slumber, but the craft of thy +priest shall watch. When the English sit at that banquet from which they +shall never rise; when their eyes read nothing but friendship in thy +looks, there shall hang a hatchet over each victim head, which, at the +silent signal of Grimosco-- + +POWHATAN. Forbear, counsellor of death! Powhatan cannot betray those who +have vanquished his enemies; who are his friends, his brothers. + +GRIMOSCO. Impious! Can the enemies of your God be your friends? Can the +children of another parent be your brethren? You are deaf to the +counsellor: 'tis your priest now speaks. I have heard the angry voice of +the Spirit you have offended; offended by your mercy to his enemies. +Dreadful was his voice; fearful were his words. Avert his wrath, or thou +art condemned; and the white men are the ministers of his vengeance. + +POWHATAN. Priest! + +GRIMOSCO. From the face of the waters will he send them, in mighty tribes, +and our shores will scarce give space for their footsteps. Powhatan will +fly before them; his beloved child, his wives, all that is dear to him, he +will leave behind. Powhatan will fly; but whither? which of his tributary +kings will shelter him? Not one. Already they cry, "Powhatan is ruled by +the white; we will no longer be the slaves of a slave!" + +POWHATAN. Ha! + +GRIMOSCO. Despoiled of his crown, Powhatan will be hunted from the land of +his ancestors. To strange woods will the fugitive be pursued by the Spirit +whom he has angered-- + +POWHATAN. Oh, dreadful! + +GRIMOSCO. And at last, when the angel of death obeys his call of anguish, +whither will go his condemned soul? Not to the fair forests, where his +brave fathers are. Oh! never will Powhatan clasp the dear ones who have +gone before him. His exiled, solitary spirit will forever houl on the +barren heath where the wings of darkness rest. No ray of hope shall visit +him; eternal will be his night of despair. + +POWHATAN. Forbear, forbear! O priest, teach me to avert the dreadful doom. + +GRIMOSCO. Let the white men be slaughtered. + +POWHATAN. The angry Spirit shall be appeased. Come. + + [_Exit._ + +GRIMOSCO. Thy priest will follow thee. + +_Enter MIAMI._ + +MIAMI. Excellent Grimosco! Thy breath, priest, is a deadly pestilence, and +hosts fall before it. Yet--still is Miami a captive. + +GRIMOSCO. Fear not. Before Powhatan reach Werocomoco thou shalt be free. +Come. + +MIAMI. Oh, my soul hungers for the banquet; for then shall Miami feast on +the heart of his rival! + + [_Exeunt with savage triumph._ + +_Music. The PRINCESS rushes forward, terror depicted in her face. After + running alternately to each side, and stopping undetermined and + bewildered, speaks._ + +PRINCESS. O whither shall I fly? what course pursue? +At Werocomoco, my frenzied looks +Would sure betray me. What if hence I haste? +I may o'ertake my lover, or encounter +My brother and his friends. Away, my Nima! + + [_Exit NIMA._ + +O holy Spirit! thou whom my dear lover +Has taught me to adore and think most merciful, +Wing with thy lightning's speed my flying feet! + + [_Music. Exit PRINCESS._ + + +SCENE III. _Near Jamestown._ + +_Enter LARRY, and KATE as a page._ + +LARRY. Nine ships, five hundred men, and a lord governor! Och! St. +Patrick's blessing be upon them; they'll make this land flow with +buttermilk like green Erin. What say you, master page, isn't this a nice +neat patch to plant potatoes--I mean, to plant a nation in? + +KATE. There's but one better. + +LARRY. And which might that be? + +KATE. E'en little green Erin that you spoke of. + +LARRY. And were you ever--och, give me your fist--were you ever in +Ireland? + +KATE. It's there I was born-- + +LARRY. I saw its bloom on your cheek. + +KATE. And bred. + +LARRY. I saw it in your manners. + +KATE. Oh, your servant, sir. [_Bows._] And there, too, I fell in love. + +LARRY. And, by the powers, so did I; and if a man don't fall into one of +the beautiful bogs that Cupid has digged there, faith he may stand without +tumbling, though he runs over all the world beside. Och, the creatures, I +can see them now-- + +KATE. Such sparkling eyes-- + +LARRY. Rosy cheeks-- + +KATE. Pouting lips-- + +LARRY. Tinder hearts! Och, sweet Ireland! + +KATE. Aye, it was there that I fixed my affections after all my +wanderings. + +_Song._--KATE. + + Young Edward, through many a distant place, + Had wandering pass'd, a thoughtless ranger; + And, cheer'd by a smile from beauty's face, + Had laugh'd at the frowning face of danger. + Fearless Ned, + Careless Ned, + Never with foreign dames was a stranger; + And huff, + Bluff, + He laugh'd at the frowning face of danger. + + But journeying on to his native place, + Through Ballinamone pass'd the stranger; + Where, fix'd by the charms of Katy's face, + He swore he'd no longer be a ranger, + Pretty Kate, + Witty Kate, + Vow'd that no time could ever change her; + And kiss, + Bliss-- + O, she hugg'd to her heart the welcome stranger. + +LARRY. How's that? Ballinamone, Kate, did you say, Kate? + +KATE. Aye, Katy Maclure; as neat a little wanton tit-- + +LARRY. My wife a wanton tit!--Hark ye, master Whippersnapper, do you +pretend-- + +KATE. Pretend! no, faith, sir, I scorn to _pretend_, sir; I am above +boasting of ladies' favours, unless I receive 'em. Pretend, quotha! + +LARRY. Fire and faggots! Favours!-- + +KATE. You seem to know the girl, mister--a-- + +LARRY. Know her! she's my wife. + +KATE. Your wife! Ridiculous! I thought, by your pother, that she had been +_your friend's wife_, or your mistress. Hark ye, mister--a--cuckoo-- + +LARRY. Cuckoo! + +KATE. Your ear. Your wife loved me as she did herself. + +LARRY. She did? + +KATE. Couldn't live without me; all day we were together. + +LARRY. You were! + +KATE. As I'm a cavalier; and all night--we lay---- + +LARRY. How? + +KATE. How! why, close as two twin potatoes; in the same bed, egad! + +LARRY. Tunder and turf! I'll split you from the coxcomb to the---- + +KATE. Ay, do split the twin potato asunder, do. + + [_Discovers herself._ + +LARRY. It is--no--what! Och, is it nobody but yourself? O my +darling!--[_Catches her in his arms._] And so--But how did you?--And +where--and what--O boderation! [_Kisses._] And how d' ye do? and how's +your mother? and the pigs and praties, and--kiss me, Kate. [_Kiss._ + +KATE. So; now may I speak? + +LARRY. Aye, do be telling me--but stop every now and then, that I may +point your story with a grammatical kiss. + +KATE. Oh, hang it! you'll be for putting nothing but periods to my +discourse. + +LARRY. Faith, and I should be for counting--[_Kisses._]--four.--Arrah! +there, then; I've done with that sentence. + +KATE. You remember what caused me to stay behind, when you embarked for +America? + +LARRY. Aye, 'twas because of your old sick mother. And how does the good +lady? [_KATE weeps._] Ah! well, Heaven rest her soul.--Cheerly, cheerly. +To be sure, I can't give _you_ a mother; but I tell you what I'll do, I'll +give your children one; and that's the same thing, you know. So, kiss me, +Kate. Cheerly. + +KATE. One day, as I sat desolate in my cottage, a carriage broke down near +it, from which a young lady was thrown with great violence. My humble +cabin received her, and I attended her till she was able to resume her +journey. + +LARRY. My kind Kate! + +KATE. The sweet young lady promised me her protection, and pressed me to +go with her. So, having no mother--nor Larry to take care of---- + +LARRY. You let the pigs and praties take care of themselves. + +KATE. I placed an honest, poor neighbour in my cottage, and followed the +fortunes of my mistress--and--O Larry, such an angel! + +LARRY. But where is she? + +KATE. Here, in Virginia. + +LARRY. Here? + +KATE. Aye, but that's a secret. + +LARRY. Oh! is it so? that's the reason then you won't tell it me. + +_GERALDINE, as a page, and WALTER appear behind._ + +KATE. That's she. + +LARRY. Where? + +KATE. There. + +LARRY. Bother! I see no one but a silken cloaked spark, and our Wat; devil +a petticoat! + +KATE. That spark is my mistress. + +LARRY. Be asy. Are you sure you ar'n't his mistress? + +KATE. Tut, now you've got the twin potatoes in your head. + +LARRY. Twins they must be, if any, for faith I hav'n't had a _single_ +potato in my head this many a long day. But come, my Kate, tell me how you +and your mistress happened to jump into-- + +KATE. Step aside then. + +LARRY. Have with you, my dapper page. [_They retire._ + +_GERALDINE and WALTER advance._ + +GERALDINE. You know this Percy, then? + +WALTER. Know him! Oh, yes! +He makes this wild wood, here, a past'ral grove. +He is a love-lorn shepherd; an Orlando, +Carving love-rhymes and ciphers on the trees, +And warbling dying ditties of a lady +He calls false Geraldine. + +GERALDINE. O my dear Percy! +How has one sad mistake marr'd both our joys! [_Aside._ + +WALTER. Yet though a shepherd, he can wield a sword +As easy as a crook. + +GERALDINE. Oh! he is brave. + +WALTER. As Julius Caesar, sir, or Hercules; +Or any other hero that you will, +Except our captain. + +GERALDINE. Is your captain, then, +Without his peer? + +WALTER. Aye, marry is he, sir, +Sans equal in this world. I've follow'd him +Half o'er the globe, and seen him do such deeds! +His shield is blazon'd with three Turkish heads. + +GERALDINE. Well, sir. + +WALTER. And I, boy, saw him win the arms; +Oh, 'twas the bravest act! + +GERALDINE. Prithee, recount it. + +WALTER. It was at Regal, close beleaguer'd then +By the duke Sigismund of Transylvania, +Our captain's general. One day, from the gate +There issued a gigantic mussulman, +And threw his gauntlet down upon the ground, +Daring our christian knights to single combat. +It was our captain, sir, pick'd up the glove, +And scarce the trump had sounded to the onset, +When the Turk Turbisha had lost his head. +His brother, fierce Grualdo, enter'd next, +But left the lists sans life or turban too. +Last came black Bonamolgro, and he paid +The same dear forfeit for the same attempt. +And now my master, like a gallant knight, +His sabre studied o'er with ruby gems, +Prick'd on his prancing courser round the field, +In vain inviting fresh assailants; while +The beauteous dames of Regal, who, in throngs +Lean'd o'er the rampart to behold the tourney, +Threw show'rs of scarfs and favours from the wall, +And wav'd their hands, and bid swift Mercuries +Post from their eyes with messages of love; +While manly modesty and graceful duty +Wav'd on his snowy plume, and, as he rode, +Bow'd down his casque unto the saddle bow. + +GERALDINE. It was a deed of valour, and you've dress'd it +In well-beseeming terms. And yet, methinks, +I wonder at the ladies' strange delight; +And think the spectacle might better suit +An audience of warriors than of women. +I'm sure I should have shudder'd--that is, sir, +If I were woman. + +WALTER. Cry your mercy, page; +Were you a woman, you would love the brave. +You're yet but boy; you'll know the truth of this, +When father Time writes man upon your chin. + +GERALDINE. No doubt I shall, sir, when I get a beard. + +WALTER. My master, boy, has made it crystal clear: +Be but a Mars, and you shall have your Venus. + +_Song._--WALTER. + + Captain Smith is a man of might, + In Venus' soft wars or in Mars' bloody fight: + For of widow, or wife, or of damsel bright, + A bold blade, you know, is all the dandy. + + One day his sword he drew, + And a score of Turks he slew; + When done his toil, + He snatch'd the spoil, + And, as a part, + The gentle heart + Of the lovely lady Tragabizandy. + + Captain Smith trod the Tartar land; + While before him, in terror, fled the turban'd band, + With his good broad-sword, that he whirl'd in his hand, + To a three-tail'd bashaw he gave a pat-a. + + The bashaw, in alarm, + Turn'd tails, and fled his arm. + But face to face, + With lovely grace, + In all her charms, + Rush'd to his arms + The beautiful lady Calamata. + + Captain Smith, from the foaming seas, + From pirates, and shipwreck, and miseries, + In a French lady's arms found a haven of ease; + Her name--pshaw! from memory quite gone 't has. + + And on this savage shore, + Where his faulchion stream'd with gore, + His noble heart + The savage dart + Had quiver'd through; + But swifter flew + To his heart the pretty princess Pocahontas. + + [_Exit WALTER._ + +_Enter KATE._ + +GERALDINE. Now, brother page-- + +KATE. Dear mistress, I have found +My faithful Larry. + +GERALDINE. Happy girl! and I +Hope soon to meet my heart's dear lord, my Percy. +Hist! the lord governor-- + +KATE. He little thinks +Who is the page he loves so-- + +GERALDINE. Silence. + +KATE. Mum. + +_Enter DELAWAR, WALTER, LARRY, &c._ + +DELAWAR. Each noble act of his that you recite +Challenge all my wonder and applause. +Your captain is a brave one; and I long +To press the hero's hand. But look, my friends, +What female's this, who, like the swift Camilla, +On airy step flies hitherward? + +WALTER. My lord, +This is the lovely princess you have heard of; +Our infant colony's best patroness; +Nay, sir, its foster-mother. + +DELAWAR. Mark how wild-- + +_Music. The PRINCESS enters, with wild anxiety in her looks; searches + eagerly around for SMITH and ROLFE._ + +DELAWAR. Whom do you look for, lady? + +PRINCESS. They are gone! +Gone to be slaughter'd! + +WALTER. If you seek our captain, +He has departed for your father's banquet. + +PRINCESS. Then they have met, and they will both be lost, +My lover and my friend. O! faithless path, +That led me from my lover! Strangers, fly! +If you're the white man's friends-- + +DELAWAR. Lady, we are. + +PRINCESS. Then fly to save them from destruction! + +DELAWAR. How? + +PRINCESS. Inquire not; speak not; treachery and death +Await them at the banquet. + +DELAWAR. Haste, my friends, +Give order for immediate departure. + +PRINCESS. E'en now, perhaps, they bleed! O lover! brother! +Fly, strangers, fly! + +_Music. Drum beats; a bustle; scene closes._ + + +SCENE IV. _At Werocomoco; banquet. SMITH, ROLFE, PERCY, NANTAQUAS, + POWHATAN, &c., seated. GRIMOSCO, MIAMI and a number of INDIANS + attending._ + +POWHATAN. White warriors, this is the feast of peace, and yet you wear +your arms. Will not my friends lay by their warlike weapons? They fright +our fearful people. + +SMITH. Our swords are part of our apparel, king; +Nor need your people fear them. They shall rest +Peaceful within their scabbards, if Powhatan +Call them not forth, with voice of enmity. + +POWHATAN. Oh, that can never be! feast then in peace, +Children and friends-- + +_Leaves his place and comes forward to GRIMOSCO._ + +O priest! my soul is afraid it will be stained with dishonour. + +GRIMOSCO. Away! the Great Spirit commands you. Resume your seat; hold the +white men in discourse; I will but thrice wave my hand, and your foes are +dead. [_KING resumes his seat._] [_To MIAMI._] Now, prince, has the hour +of vengeance arrived. + +POWHATAN. [_With a faltering voice._] Think not, white men, that Powhatan +wants the knowledge to prize your friendship. Powhatan has seen three +generations pass away; and his locks of age do not float upon the temples +of folly. + +_GRIMOSCO waves his hand: the INDIANS steal behind the ENGLISH, MIAMI + behind ROLFE. KING proceeds._ + +If a leaf but fall in the forest, my people cry out with terror, "hark! +the white warrior comes!" Chief, thou art terrible as an enemy, and +Powhatan knows the value of thy friendship. + +_GRIMOSCO waves his hand again; the INDIANS seize their tomahawks, and + prepare to strike. KING goes on._ + +Think not, therefore, Powhatan can attempt to deceive thee-- + +_The KING'S voice trembles; he stops, unable to proceed. The INDIANS' + eyes are fixed on GRIMOSCO, waiting for the last signal. At this + moment the PRINCESS rushes in._ + +PRINCESS. Treachery to the white men! + +_At the same instant, drum and trumpet without. Music. The ENGLISH + seize the uplifted arms of the INDIANS, and form a tableau, as enter + DELAWAR and his party. After the music, the SOLDIERS take charge of + the INDIANS. POCAHONTAS flies to the arms of ROLFE._ + +NANTAQUAS. O father! + + [_POWHATAN is transfixed with confusion._ + +SMITH. Wretched king! what fiend could urge you? + +POWHATAN. Shame ties the tongue of Powhatan. Ask of that fiend-like +priest, how, to please the angry Spirit, I was to massacre my friends. + +SMITH. Holy Religion! still beneath the veil +Of sacred piety what crimes lie hid! +Bear hence that monster. Thou ferocious prince-- + +MIAMI. Miami's tortures shall not feast your eyes! + [_Stabbing himself._ + +SMITH. Rash youth, thou mightst have liv'd-- + +MIAMI. Liv'd! man, look there! + [_Pointing to ROLFE and PRINCESS. He is borne off._ + +POWHATAN. Oh, if the false Powhatan might-- + +SMITH. No more. +Wiser than thou have been the dupes of priesthood. +Your hand. The father of this gen'rous pair +I cannot choose but love. My noble lord, +I pray you pardon my scant courtesy +And sluggish duty, which so tardy-paced +Do greet your new arrival-- + +DELAWAR. Valiant captain! +Virtue-ennobled sir, a hero's heart +Will make mine proud by its most near acquaintance. + [_Embrace._ + +SMITH. Your coming was most opportune, my lord. +One moment more-- + +DELAWAR. Nay, not to us the praise. +Behold the brilliant star that led us on. + +SMITH. Oh! blest is still its kindly influence! +Could a rough soldier play the courtier, lady, +His practis'd tongue might grace thy various goodness, +With proper phrase of thanks; but oh! reward thee! +Heaven only can-- + +PRINCESS. And has, my brother. See! +I have its richest gift. [_Turning to ROLFE._ + +ROLFE. My dearest love! + +SMITH. Her brother, sir, and worthy of that name. + +_Introduces NANTAQUAS to DELAWAR; PERCY and GERALDINE, who had been + conversing, advance._ + +PERCY. You tell me wonders. + +GERALDINE. But not miracles. +Being near the uncle, sir, I knew the lady. + +PERCY. And was I then deceived? + +GERALDINE. What, gentle Percy! +Young man, 'twas not well done, in idle pique, +To wound the heart that lov'd you. + +PERCY. O sir! speak! +My Geraldine, your niece, is she not married? + +DELAWAR. Nor like to be, poor wench, but to her grave, +If mourning for false lovers break maids' hearts. + +PERCY. Was she then true? O madman! idiot! +To let the feeble breath of empty rumour +Drive me from heavenly happiness! + +DELAWAR. Poor girl! +She fain would have embark'd with me. + +PERCY. Ah, sir! +Why did she not? + +DELAWAR. Marry, sir, I forbade her: +The rough voyage would have shook her slender health +To dissolution. + +GERALDINE. Pardon, sir; not so-- + +DELAWAR. How now, pert page? + +GERALDINE. For here she is, my lord. +And the rough voyage has giv'n her a new life. + +PERCY. My Geraldine! + +DELAWAR. My niece! O brazenface! +Approach me not; fly from your uncle's anger; +Fly to your husband's arms for shelter, hussy! + + [_GERALDINE flies to PERCY'S embrace._ + +PERCY. Oh! speechless transport! mute let me infold thee! + +DELAWAR. [_To KATE._] And you, my little spark, perhaps, your cloak +Covers another duteous niece--or daughter. +Speak, lady: for I see that title writ +In crimson characters upon your cheek. +Art of my blood? + +LARRY. No, sir, she's of my flesh; +Flesh of my flesh, my lord. Now, arrah, Kate, +Don't blush. This goodly company all knows +My flesh may wear the breeches, without scandal. + +WALTER. Listen not, Alice, to his sophistry. +Sir, if our good wives learn this argument, +They'll logically pluck away our-- + +ALICE. Tut: +Fear ye not that; for when a woman would, +She'll draw them on without a rule of reason. + +DELAWAR. Methinks 'tis pairing time among the turtles. +Who have we here? + +_ROBIN and NIMA come forward._ + +ROBIN. A pair of pigeons, sir; or rather a robin and a dove. A wild thing, +sir, that I caught in the wood here. But when I have clipt her wings, and +tamed her, I hope (without offence to this good company) that we shall +bill without biting more than our neighbours. + +SMITH. Joy to ye, gentle lovers; joy to all; +A goodly circle, and a fair. Methinks +Wild Nature smooths apace her savage frown, +Moulding her features to a social smile. +Now flies my hope-wing'd fancy o'er the gulf +That lies between us and the aftertime, +When this fine portion of the globe shall teem +With civiliz'd society; when arts, +And industry, and elegance shall reign, +As the shrill war-cry of the savage man +Yields to the jocund shepherd's roundelay. +Oh, enviable country! thus disjoin'd +From old licentious Europe! may'st thou rise, +Free from those bonds which fraud and superstition +In barbarous ages have enchain'd _her_ with;-- +Bidding the antique world with wonder view +A great, yet virtuous empire in the west! + +_Finale._ + + Freedom, on the western shore + Float thy banner o'er the brave; + Plenty, here thy blessings pour; + Peace, thy olive sceptre wave! + +PERCY, WALTER, &c. + + Fire-eyed Valour, guard the land; + Here uprear thy fearless crest; + +PRINCESS, KATE, ALICE, &c. + + Love, diffuse thy influence bland + O'er the regions of the west. + +CHORUS, _Freedom, &c._ + +LARRY. + + Hither, lassie, frank and pretty, + Come and live without formality. + Thou, in English christen'd Pity, + But call'd, in Irish, Hospitality. + +CHORUS, _Freedom, &c._ + +_The End._ + + + + +TRANSCRIBERS' NOTES + + +Page 576: invigourate as in original. + +Pages 580, 627: inconsistent hyphenation of after(-)time as in original. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Indian Princess, by James Nelson Barker + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE INDIAN PRINCESS *** + +***** This file should be named 29230.txt or 29230.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/2/3/29230/ + +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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