Princess. My eyes are pleased to see thee, and my ears to hear thee, stranger.
Rolfe. And did not the others who were here also please thy sight and hearing?
Princess. Oh! they were all goodly; but—their eyes looked not like thine; their voices sounded not like thine; and their speeches were not like thy speeches, stranger.
Rolfe. Enchanting simplicity! But why call me stranger? Captain Smith thou callest brother. Call me so too.
Princess. Ah, no!
Rolfe. Then thou thinkest not of me as thou dost of him? [She shakes her head and sighs.] Is Captain Smith dear to thee?
Princess. Oh yes! very dear; [Rolfe is uneasy.] and Nantaquas too: they are my brothers;—but—that name is not thine—thou art—
Rolfe. What, lovely lady?
Princess. I know not; I feel the name thou art, but I cannot speak it.
Rolfe. I am thy lover, dear princess.