The bashaw, in alarm,
Turn'd tails, and fled his arm.
But face to face,
With lovely grace,
In all her charms,
Rush'd to his arms
The beautiful lady Calamata.
Captain Smith, from the foaming seas,
From pirates, and shipwreck, and miseries,
In a French lady's arms found a haven of ease;
Her name—pshaw! from memory quite gone 't has.
And on this savage shore,
Where his faulchion stream'd with gore,
His noble heart
The savage dart
Had quiver'd through;
But swifter flew
To his heart the pretty princess Pocahontas.
[Exit Walter.
Enter Kate.
Geraldine. Now, brother page—
Kate. Dear mistress, I have found
My faithful Larry.
Geraldine. Happy girl! and I
Hope soon to meet my heart's dear lord, my Percy.
Hist! the lord governor—
Kate. He little thinks
Who is the page he loves so—
Geraldine. Silence.