Indian. My prince demands his bride.
[The Princess clings fearfully to the King.
Powhatan. Tell thy prince, my daughter will not leave her father.
Indian. Will Powhatan forget his promise to Miami?
Powhatan. Powhatan will not forget his promise to her mother; and he vowed, while the angel of death hovered over her, that the eye of tender care should never be averted from her darling daughter.
Indian. Shall not then my prince receive his bride?
Powhatan. The daughter of Powhatan—never.
Indian. Take then his defiance.
[Music. He presents the red hatchet.