am thine enemy?" No one. My
chiefs would be children before him.

GRIMOSCO. The valour of thy chiefs may slumber, but the craft of thy
priest shall watch. When the English sit at that banquet from which they
shall never rise; when their eyes read nothing but friendship in thy
looks, there shall hang a hatchet over each victim head, which, at the
silent signal of Grimosco--

POWHATAN. Forbear, counsellor of death! Powhatan cannot betray those who
have vanquished his enemies; who are his friends, his brothers.

GRIMOSCO. Impious! Can the enemies of your God be your friends? Can the
children of another parent be your brethren? You are deaf to the
counsellor: 'tis your priest now speaks. I have heard the angry voice of
the Spirit you have offended; offended by your mercy to his enemies.
Dreadful was his voice; fearful were his words. Avert his wrath, or thou
art condemned; and the white men are the ministers of his vengeance.

POWHATAN. Priest!

GRIMOSCO. From the face of the waters will he send them, in mighty tribes,
and our shores will scarce give space for their footsteps. Powhatan will
fly before them; his beloved child, his wives, all that is dear to him, he
will leave behind. Powhatan will fly; but whither? which of his tributary
kings will shelter him? Not one. Already they cry, "Powhatan is ruled by
the white; we will no longer be the slaves of a slave!"

POWHATAN. Ha!

GRIMOSCO. Despoiled of his crown, Powhatan will be hunted from the land of
his ancestors. To strange woods will the fugitive be pursued by the Spirit
whom he has angered--

POWHATAN. Oh, dreadful!

GRIMOSCO. And at last, when the angel of death obeys his call of anguish,
whither will go his condemned soul? Not to the fair forests, where his
brave fathers are. Oh! never will Powhatan clasp the dear ones who have
gone before him. His exiled, solitary spirit will forever houl on the
barren heath where the wings of darkness rest. No ray of hope shall visit
him; eternal will be his night of despair.

POWHATAN. Forbear, forbear! O priest, teach me to avert the dreadful doom.

GRIMOSCO. Let the white men be slaughtered.

POWHATAN. The angry Spirit shall be appeased. Come.

[_Exit._

GRIMOSCO. Thy priest will follow thee.

_Enter MIAMI._

MIAMI. Excellent Grimosco! Thy breath, priest, is a deadly pestilence, and
hosts fall before it. Yet--still is Miami a captive.

GRIMOSCO.