Astinaco.
'Tis wonderful indeed—It must be so—
Tenesco.
This cannot be a Cheat—It is from Heaven—
All.
We are convinc'd and ready to obey;
We are impatient to revenge our King.
Ponteach.
[Takes up the bloody hatchet and flourishes it round.]
Thus do I raise the Hatchet from the Ground,
Sharpen'd and bright may it be stain'd with Blood,
And never dull'd nor rusted till we've conquer'd,
And taught proud Englishmen to dread its Edge.
All.