Pocahontas. Away, cruel Miami; you would have murdered my brother!—
Powhatan. Go, my son; take thy warriors, and go with the white men. Daughter, I cannot lose thee from mine eyes; accompany thy brother but a little on his way. Stranger, depart in peace; I entrust my son to thy friendship.
Smith. Gracious sir,
He shall return with honours and with wonders;
My beauteous sister! noble brother, come!
Music. Exeunt, on one side, Smith, Princess, Nantaquas, Nima, and train. On the other, King, Priest, Miami, &c. The two latter express angry discontent.
Scene II. A forest.
Enter Percy, Rolfe.
Rolfe. So far indeed 'tis fruitless, yet we'll on.
Percy. Aye, to the death.
Rolfe. Brave Percy, come, confess
You have forgot your love.
Percy. Why, faith, not quite;
Despite of me, it sometimes through my mind
Flits like a dark cloud o'er a summer sky;
But passes off like that, and leaves me cloudless.
I can't forget that she was sweet as spring;
Fair as the day.