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[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!
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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?