Nantaquas. Our father lives but while you are near him. Go, my sister, make him happy with the knowledge of his son's happiness. Farewell, my sister!
[The Princess appears dejected.
Smith. Once more, my guardian angel, let me thank thee.
[Kissing her hand.
Ere long we will return to thee, with presents
Well worth a princess' and a king's acceptance.
Meantime, dear lady, tell the good Powhatan
We'll show the prince such grace and entertainment,
As shall befit our brother and his son.
Adieu, sweet sister.
Music. They take leave of the Princess; she remains silently dejected; her eyes anxiously follow Rolfe, who lingers behind, and is the last to take leave.
Princess. Stranger, wilt thou too come to Werocomoco?
Rolfe. Dost thou wish it, lady?
Princess. [Eagerly.] O yes!
Rolfe. And why, lovely lady?