The King's voice trembles; he stops, unable to proceed. The Indians' eyes are fixed on Grimosco, waiting for the last signal. At this moment the Princess rushes in.
Princess. Treachery to the white men!
At the same instant, drum and trumpet without. Music. The English seize the uplifted arms of the Indians, and form a tableau, as enter Delawar and his party. After the music, the Soldiers take charge of the Indians. Pocahontas flies to the arms of Rolfe.
Nantaquas. O father!
[Powhatan is transfixed with confusion.
Smith. Wretched king! what fiend could urge you?
Powhatan. Shame ties the tongue of Powhatan. Ask of that fiend-like priest, how, to please the angry Spirit, I was to massacre my friends.
Smith. Holy Religion! still beneath the veil
Of sacred piety what crimes lie hid!
Bear hence that monster. Thou ferocious prince—
Miami. Miami's tortures shall not feast your eyes!
[Stabbing himself.