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The Indian Princess
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2017
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[Bends her bow, and is about to shoot at him.
Larry. Arrah! my little dark Diana, choose noble game, that's only little Robin.
Robin. Aye, bless you, I'm only little Robin.
[Jumps down.
Nima examines him curiously, but fearfully
Robin. Gad, she's taken with my figure; ah! there it is now; a personable fellow shall have his wench any where. Yes, she's admiring my figure. Well, my dusky dear, how could you like such a man as I am?
Nima. Are you a man?
Robin. I'll convince you of it some day. Hark ye, my dear.
[Attempts to whisper.
Nima. Ah! don't bite.
Robin. Bite! what do you take me for?
Nima. A racoon.
Robin. A racoon! Why so?
Nima. You run up the tree.
[Motions as if climbing.
Larry.
Well said, my little pagan Pythagoras! —
Ha! ha!
Robin. Hum!
[Retires disconcerted.
Rolfe and Percy come forward
Rolfe.
Tell me, in sooth, didst ever mark such sweetness!
Such winning – such bewitching gentleness!
Percy.
What, caught, my flighty friend, love-lim'd at last?
O Cupid, Cupid! thou'rt a skilful birder.
Although thou spread thy net, i' the wilderness,
Or shoot thy bird-bolt from an Indian bow,
Or place thy light in savage ladies' eyes,
Or pipe thy call in savage ladies' voices,
Alas! each tow'ring tenant of the air
Must fall heart pierc'd – or stoop, at thy command,
To sigh his sad notes in thy cage, O Cupid!
Rolfe.
A truce; a truce! O friend, her guiltless breast
Seems Love's pavilion, where, in gentle sleep,
The unrous'd boy has rested. O my Percy!
Could I but wake the slumb'rer —
Percy.
Nay, i' faith,
Take courage; thou hast given the alarm:
Methinks the drowsy god gets up apace.
Rolfe.
Say'st thou?
Smith.
Come, gentlemen, we'll toward the town.
Nantaquas. My sister, you will now return to our father.
Princess. Return, my brother?
Nantaquas. Our father lives but while you are near him. Go, my sister, make him happy with the knowledge of his son's happiness. Farewell, my sister!
[The Princess appears dejected.
Smith.
Once more, my guardian angel, let me thank thee.
[Kissing her hand.
Ere long we will return to thee, with presents
Well worth a princess' and a king's acceptance.
Meantime, dear lady, tell the good Powhatan
We'll show the prince such grace and entertainment,
As shall befit our brother and his son.
Adieu, sweet sister.
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