Grimosco. And at last, when the angel of death obeys his call of anguish, whither will go his condemned soul? Not to the fair forests, where his brave fathers are. Oh! never will Powhatan clasp the dear ones who have gone before him. His exiled, solitary spirit will forever houl on the barren heath where the wings of darkness rest. No ray of hope shall visit him; eternal will be his night of despair.
Powhatan. Forbear, forbear! O priest, teach me to avert the dreadful doom.
Grimosco. Let the white men be slaughtered.
Powhatan. The angry Spirit shall be appeased. Come.
[Exit.
Grimosco. Thy priest will follow thee.
Enter Miami.
Miami. Excellent Grimosco! Thy breath, priest, is a deadly pestilence, and hosts fall before it. Yet—still is Miami a captive.
Grimosco. Fear not. Before Powhatan reach Werocomoco thou shalt be free. Come.