Kate. Mum.
Enter Delawar, Walter, Larry, &c.
Delawar. Each noble act of his that you recite
Challenge all my wonder and applause.
Your captain is a brave one; and I long
To press the hero's hand. But look, my friends,
What female's this, who, like the swift Camilla,
On airy step flies hitherward?
Walter. My lord,
This is the lovely princess you have heard of;
Our infant colony's best patroness;
Nay, sir, its foster-mother.
Delawar. Mark how wild—
Music. The Princess enters, with wild anxiety in her looks; searches eagerly around for Smith and Rolfe.
Delawar. Whom do you look for, lady?
Princess. They are gone!
Gone to be slaughter'd!
Walter. If you seek our captain,
He has departed for your father's banquet.
Princess. Then they have met, and they will both be lost,
My lover and my friend. O! faithless path,
That led me from my lover! Strangers, fly!
If you're the white man's friends—