uld I were a beggar's
daughter, so thou wouldst call me love. Ah! do not longer call me king's
daughter. If thou feelest the name as I do, call me as I call thee: thou
shalt be _my_ lover; I will be _thy_ lover.

ROLFE. Enchanting, lovely creature! [_Kisses her ardently._

PRINCESS. Lover, thou hast made my cheek to burn, and my heart to beat!
Mark it.

ROLFE. Dear innocence! [_Putting his hand to her heart._

PRINCESS. Lover, why is it so? To-day before my heart beat, and mine eyes
were full of tears; but then my white brother was in danger. Thou art not
in danger, and yet behold--[_Wipes a tear from her eye._] Besides, then,
my heart hurt me, but now! Oh, now!--Lover, why is it so?

[_Leaning on him with innocent confidence._

ROLFE. Angel of purity! thou didst to-day feel pity; and now--Oh,
rapturous task to teach thee the difference!--now, thou dost feel love.

PRINCESS. Love!

ROLFE. Love: the noblest, the sweetest passion that could swell thy angel
bosom.

PRINCESS. Oh! I feel that 'tis very sweet. Lover, with thy lips thou didst
make me feel it. My lips shall teach thee sweet love. [_Kisses him, and
artlessly looks up in his face; placing her hand upon his heart._] Does
thy heart beat?

ROLFE. Beat! O heaven!--

[_ROBIN, who had been with NIMA, comes forward._

ROBIN. Gad! we must end our amours, or we shall be left. Sir, my master,
hadn't we better--

ROLFE. Booby! idiot!

_Enter WALTER._

WALTER. Sir, lieutenant, the captain awaits your coming up.

ROLFE. I'll follow on the instant.

PRINCESS. Thou wilt not go?

ROLFE. But for a time, love.

PRINCESS. I do not wish thee to leave me.

ROLFE. I must, love; but I will return.

PRINCESS. Soon--very soon?

ROLFE. Very--very soon.

PRINCESS. I am not pleased now--and yet my heart beats. Oh, lover!

ROLFE. My angel! there shall not a sun rise and set, ere I am with thee.
Adieu! thy own heavenly innocence be thy safeguard. Farewell, sweet love!

_Music. He embraces her and exit, followed by ROBIN and WALTER.
PRINCESS looks after him. A pause._

PRINCESS. O Nima!

NIMA. Princess, white men are pow-wows. The white man put his lips here,
and I felt something--here--

[_Putting her hand to her heart._

PRINCESS. O lover!

_She runs to the place whence ROLFE went out, and gazes after him._

_Music. Enter from opposite side