Princess. I am not pleased now—and yet my heart beats. Oh, lover!
Rolfe. My angel! there shall not a sun rise and set, ere I am with thee. Adieu! thy own heavenly innocence be thy safeguard. Farewell, sweet love!
Music. He embraces her and exit, followed by Robin and Walter. Princess looks after him. A pause.
Princess. O Nima!
Nima. Princess, white men are pow-wows. The white man put his lips here, and I felt something—here—
[Putting her hand to her heart.
She runs to the place whence Rolfe went out, and gazes after him.
Music. Enter from opposite side, Miami.
Miami. [Sternly.] Princess!