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of that fiend-like priest, how, to please the angry Spirit, I was to massacre my friends. SMITH. Holy Religion! still beneath the veil Of sacred piety what crimes lie hid! Bear hence that monster. Thou ferocious prince-- MIAMI. Miami's tortures shall not feast your eyes! [_Stabbing himself._ 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-- PRINCESS. And has, my brother. See! I have its richest gift. [_Turning to ROLFE._ ROLFE. My dearest love! SMITH. Her brother, sir, and worthy of that name. _Introduces NANTAQUAS to DELAWAR; PERCY and GERALDINE, who had been conversing, advance._ PERCY. You tell me wonders. GERALDINE. But not miracles. Being near the uncle, sir, I knew the lady. PERCY. And was I then deceived? GERALDINE. What, gentle Percy! Young man, 'twas not well done, in idle pique, To wound the heart that lov'd you. PERCY. O sir! speak! My Geraldine, your niece, is she not married? DELAWAR. Nor like to be, poor wench, but to her grave, If mourning for false lovers break maids' hearts. PERCY. Was she then true? O madman! idiot! To let the feeble breath of empty rumour Drive me from heavenly happiness! DELAWAR. Poor girl! She fain would have embark'd with me. PERCY. Ah, sir! Why did she not? DELAWAR. Marry, sir, I forb
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