, MIAMI._

MIAMI. [_Sternly._] Princess!

PRINCESS. [_Turning._] Ah!

MIAMI. Miami has followed thy steps. Thou art the friend of the white men.

PRINCESS. Yes, for they are good and godlike.

MIAMI. Mine eyes beheld the pale youth part from you; your arms were
entwined, your lips were together!

[_Struggling with jealousy._

PRINCESS. He is my lover; I am his lover.

[_Still looking after ROLFE._

MIAMI. [_Stamps with anger._] Hear me! In what do the red yield to the
white men? and who among the red men is like Miami? While I was yet a
child, did the dart which my breath blew through my sarbacan ever fail to
pierce the eye of the bird? What youth dared, like Miami, to leap from the
precipice, and drag the struggling bear from the foaming torrent? Is there
a hunter--is there a warrior--skilful and brave as Miami? Come to my
cabin, and see the scalps and the skins that adorn it. They are the
trophies of the Susquehannock!

PRINCESS. Man, mine eyes will never behold thy trophies. They are not
pleased to look on thee.

[_Averting her eyes with disgust._

MIAMI. Ha! [_Pause--he resumes in a softened tone._] Princess, I have
crossed many woods and waters, that I might bear the daughter of Powhatan
to my nation. Shall my people cry out, with scorn, "behold! our prince
returns without his bride?" In what is the pale youth above the red Miami?

PRINCESS. Thine eyes are as the panther's; thy voice like the voice of the
wolf. Thou shouldst make my heart beat with joy; and I tremble before
thee. Oh no! Powhatan shall give me to my lover. I will be my lover's
bride!

_Music. MIAMI stamps furiously; his actions betray the most savage rage
of jealousy; he rushes to seize the PRINCESS, but, recollecting that
her attendants are by, he goes out in an agony, by his gestures
menacing revenge. The PRINCESS exit on the opposite side, followed by
train._

SCENE III. _Werocomoco._

_Music. Enter from the palace POWHATAN and GRIMOSCO; met by the
PRINCESS, who runs to her father._

POWHATAN. My daughter!

PRINCESS. O father! the furious Miami!

POWHATAN. What of the prince?

PRINCESS. Father, my father! do not let the fierce prince bear me to his
cruel nation!

POWHATAN. How!

PRINCESS. By the spirit of my mother, I implore my father. Oh! if thou
deliver me to the Susquehannock, think no