Go toward river. Huzza within. Music expresses joyful bustle. Scene closes.
Scene II. A grove.
Enter Robin and Nima.
Robin. Aye, bless you, I knew I should creep into your heart at last, my little dusky divinity.
Nima. Divinity! what's that?
Robin. Divinity—it's a—Oh, it's a pretty title that we lords of the creation bestow upon our playthings. But hist! here they come. Now is it a knotty point to be argued, whether this parting doth most affect the mistress and master, or the maid and man. Let Cupid be umpire, and steal the scales of Justice to weigh our heavy sighs.
[Retire.
Enter Rolfe and Pocahontas.
Princess. Nay, let me on—
Rolfe. No further, gentle love;
The rugged way has wearied you already.