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.

_Music. They take leave of the PRINCESS; she remains silently dejected;
her eyes anxiously follow ROLFE, who lingers behind, and is the last
to take leave._

PRINCESS. Stranger, wilt thou too come to Werocomoco?

ROLFE. Dost thou wish it, lady?

PRINCESS. [_Eagerly._] O yes!

ROLFE. And why, lovely lady?

PRINCESS. My eyes are pleased to see thee, and my ears to hear thee,
stranger.

ROLFE. And did not the others who were here also please thy sight and
hearing?

PRINCESS. Oh! they were all goodly; but--their eyes looked not like thine;
their voices sounded not like thine; and their speeches were not like thy
speeches, stranger.

ROLFE. Enchanting simplicity! But why call me stranger? Captain Smith thou
callest brother. Call me so too.

PRINCESS. Ah, no!

ROLFE. Then thou thinkest not of me as thou dost of him? [_She shakes her
head and sighs._] Is Captain Smith dear to thee?

PRINCESS. Oh yes! very dear; [_ROLFE is uneasy._] and Nantaquas too: they
are my brothers;--but--that name is not thine--thou art--

ROLFE. What, lovely lady?

PRINCESS. I know not; I feel the name thou art, but I cannot speak it.

ROLFE. I am thy lover, dear princess.

PRINCESS. Yes, thou art my lover. But why call me princess?

ROLFE. Dear lady, thou art a king's daughter.

PRINCESS. And if I were not, what wouldst thou call me?

ROLFE. Oh! if thou wert a beggar's, I would call thee love!

PRINCESS. I know not what a beggar is; but oh! I wo