Ponteach.
The Game is started; Warriors, hunt away,
Nor let them find a Place to shun your Hatchets.
All Warriors.
We will: We will soon shew you other Scalps.
Philip.
Bring some alive; I long to see them dance
In Fire and Flames, it us'd to make them caper.
Warriors.
Such Sport enough you'll have before we've done.
[Exeunt.
Ponteach.