Delawar. Lady, we are.
Princess. Then fly to save them from destruction!
Delawar. How?
Princess. Inquire not; speak not; treachery and death
Await them at the banquet.
Delawar. Haste, my friends,
Give order for immediate departure.
Princess. E'en now, perhaps, they bleed! O lover! brother!
Fly, strangers, fly!
Music. Drum beats; a bustle; scene closes.
Scene IV. At Werocomoco; banquet. Smith, Rolfe, Percy, Nantaquas, Powhatan, &c., seated. Grimosco, Miami and a number of Indians attending.
Powhatan. White warriors, this is the feast of peace, and yet you wear your arms. Will not my friends lay by their warlike weapons? They fright our fearful people.