ate departure.

PRINCESS. E'en now, perhaps, they bleed! O lover! brother!
Fly, strangers, fly!

_Music. Drum beats; a bustle; scene closes._

SCENE IV. _At Werocomoco; banquet. SMITH, ROLFE, PERCY, NANTAQUAS,
POWHATAN, &c., seated. GRIMOSCO, MIAMI and a number of INDIANS
attending._

POWHATAN. White warriors, this is the feast of peace, and yet you wear
your arms. Will not my friends lay by their warlike weapons? They fright
our fearful people.

SMITH. Our swords are part of our apparel, king;
Nor need your people fear them. They shall rest
Peaceful within their scabbards, if Powhatan
Call them not forth, with voice of enmity.

POWHATAN. Oh, that can never be! feast then in peace,
Children and friends--

_Leaves his place and comes forward to GRIMOSCO._

O priest! my soul is afraid it will be stained with dishonour.

GRIMOSCO. Away! the Great Spirit commands you. Resume your seat; hold the
white men in discourse; I will but thrice wave my hand, and your foes are
dead. [_KING resumes his seat._] [_To MIAMI._] Now, prince, has the hour
of vengeance arrived.

POWHATAN. [_With a faltering voice._] Think not, white men, that Powhatan
wants the knowledge to prize your friendship. Powhatan has seen three
generations pass away; and his locks of age do not float upon the temples
of folly.

_GRIMOSCO waves his hand: the INDIANS steal behind the ENGLISH, MIAMI
behind ROLFE. KING proceeds._

If a leaf but fall in the forest, my people cry out with terror, "hark!
the white warrior comes!" Chief, thou art terrible as an enemy, and
Powhatan knows the value of thy friendship.

_GRIMOSCO waves his hand again; the INDIANS seize their tomahawks, and
prepare to strike. KING goes on._

Think not, therefore, Powhatan can attempt to deceive thee--

_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