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Read Ebook: The Indian Princess; Or La Belle Sauvage by Barker James Nelson Moses Montrose Jonas Editor
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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?
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. True my Alice is.
LARRY. Wat shall know of this.
ROBIN. Pretty Alice!
WALTER. What a rascal 'tis!
LARRY. He'll kill poor Rob, I wis!
ROBIN. Mistress Alice, Let me taste the bliss-- Oh, what wond'rous bliss!
LARRY. How d'ye like the kiss?
ALICE. } WALTER. } Master Robin? LARRY. }
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! Brother, speak! save your brother! Warriors, are you brave? preserve the brave man! Miami, priest, sing the song of peace; ah! strike not, hold! mercy!
White man, thou shalt not die; or I will die with thee!
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.
Captive! thou art free!--
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!
O Walter, Larry! ha! what gone, all gone! Poor Robin, what is to become of thee?
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. 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.
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? Is Captain Smith dear to thee?
PRINCESS. Oh yes! very dear; 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!
ROLFE. Enchanting, lovely creature! Besides, then, my heart hurt me, but now! Oh, now!--Lover, why is it so?
Does thy heart beat?
ROLFE. Beat! O heaven!--
Princess!
PRINCESS. Ah!
PRINCESS. Yes, for they are good and godlike.
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.
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!
POWHATAN. My daughter!
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