Aye.

LARRY. We'll cool 'em;
And pour cold patience down their silken sleeves.

WALTER. Cold patience!

LARRY. In the shape of water, honey.

WALTER. A notable discovery; come away!

LARRY. Ha! isn't that a sail?

WALTER. A sail! a fleet! [_Looking toward the river._

_Enter TALMAN._

TALMAN. We have discovered nine tall ships.

LARRY. Discovered!
Away, you rogue, we have discovered them,
With nature's telescopes. Run--scud--begone--
Down to the river! Och, St. Pat, I thank you!

_Go toward river. Huzza within. Music expresses joyful bustle. Scene
closes._

SCENE II. _A grove._

_Enter ROBIN and NIMA._

ROBIN. Aye, bless you, I knew I should creep into your heart at last, my
little dusky divinity.

NIMA. Divinity! what's that?

ROBIN. Divinity--it's a--Oh, it's a pretty title that we lords of the
creation bestow upon our playthings. But hist! here they come. Now is it
a knotty point to be argued, whether this parting doth most affect the
mistress and master, or the maid and man. Let Cupid be umpire, and steal
the scales of Justice to weigh our heavy sighs. [_Retire._

_Enter ROLFE and POCAHONTAS._

PRINCESS. Nay, let me on--

ROLFE. No further, gentle love;
The rugged way has wearied you already.

PRINCESS. Feels the wood pigeon weariness, who flies,
Mated with her beloved? Ah! lover, no.

ROLFE. Sweet! in this grove we will exchange adieus;
My steps should point straight onward; were thou with me,
Thy voice would bid me quit the forward path
At every pace, or fix my side-long look,
Spell-bound, upon thy beauties.

PRINCESS. Ah! you love not
The wild-wood prattle of the Indian maid,
As once you did.

ROLFE. By heaven! my thirsty ear,
Could ever drink its liquid melody.
Oh! I could talk with thee, till hasty night,
Ere yet the sentinel day had done his watch;
Veil'd like a spy, should steal on printless feet,
To listen to our parley! Dearest love!
My captain has arrived, and I do know,
When honour and when duty call upon me,
Thou wouldst not have me chid for tardiness.
But, ere the matin of to-morrow's lark,
Do echo from the roof of nature's temple,
Sweetest, expect me.

PRINCESS. Wilt thou surely come?

ROLFE. To win thee from thy father will I come;
And my commander's voice shall join with mine,
To woo Powhatan to resign his treasure.

PRI