LEFROY. Your own hand first In pledge of this!
TECUMSEH. It ever goes with truth!
LEFROY. Now come some wind of chance, and show me her
But for one heavenly moment! as when leaves
Are blown aside in summer, and we see
The nested oriole.
[Enter Chiefs and warriors—The warriors cluster around TECUMSEH, shouting and discharging their pieces.]
TECUMSEH. My chiefs and braves!
MIAMI CHIEF. Fall back! Fall back! Ye press too close on him.
TECUMSEH. My friends! our joy is like to meeting
streams,
Which draw into a deep and prouder bed.
[Shouts from the warriors.]
DELAWARE CHIEF. Silence, ye braves! let great Tecumseh speak!
[The warriors fall back.]