Powhatan. The red hatchet! 'Tis well. Grimosco, summon our warriors.
Grimosco. O king! might I—
Powhatan. Speak not. Tell our chiefs to assemble; and show them the war-signal [Exit Grimosco.]. Go, tell your master, the great Powhatan will soon meet him, terrible as the minister of vengeance. [Exit Indian.] The chiefs approach. My child, retire from this war scene.
Princess. O dear parent! thine age should have been passed in the shade of peace; and do I bring my father to the bloody war-path?
Powhatan. Not so; the young prince has often dared my power, and merited my vengeance; he shall now feel both.
Princess. Alas! his nation is numerous and warlike.
Powhatan. Fear not, my child; we will call the valiant Nantaquas from his brothers; the brave English too will join us.
Princess. Ah! then is thy safety and success certain.
[Exit into palace, followed by Nima, &c.
Music. Enter Grimosco and Warriors.