1ST COUNCILLOR. Let us prepare to go at once!
2ND COUNCILLOR. Agreed.
3RD COUNCILLOR. I vote for war.
5TH COUNCILLOR. But should the Prophet win?
4TH COUNCILLOR. Why then, the Prophet, not Tecumseh, kills us— Which has the keener axe?
1ST COUNCILLOR. Breech-clouted dogs! Let us attack them, and, with thongs of fire, Whip their red bodies to a deeper red.
HARRISON. This feeling bodes success, and with success
Comes war with England; for a well-won fight
Will rouse a martial spirit in the land
To emulate our deeds on higher ground.
Now hasten to your duties and prepare:
Bronzed autumn comes, when copper-colored oaks
Drop miserly their stiff leaves to the earth;
And ere the winter's snow doth silver them,
Our triumph must be wrought.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE SECOND.—TECUMSEH'S CABIN IN THE PROPHET'S TOWN.
[Enter IENA and MAMATEE, agitated.]