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!—