Smith. Rash youth, thou mightst have liv'd—
Miami. Liv'd! man, look there!
[Pointing to Rolfe and Princess. He is borne off.
Powhatan. Oh, if the false Powhatan might—
Smith. No more.
Wiser than thou have been the dupes of priesthood.
Your hand. The father of this gen'rous pair
I cannot choose but love. My noble lord,
I pray you pardon my scant courtesy
And sluggish duty, which so tardy-paced
Do greet your new arrival—
Delawar. Valiant captain!
Virtue-ennobled sir, a hero's heart
Will make mine proud by its most near acquaintance.
[Embrace.
Smith. Your coming was most opportune, my lord.
One moment more—
Delawar. Nay, not to us the praise.
Behold the brilliant star that led us on.
Smith. Oh! blest is still its kindly influence!
Could a rough soldier play the courtier, lady,
His practis'd tongue might grace thy various goodness,
With proper phrase of thanks; but oh! reward thee!
Heaven only can—