Fear not. Before Powhatan reach Werocomoco thou shalt be free.
Come.

MIAMI. Oh, my soul hungers for the banquet; for then shall Miami feast on
the heart of his rival!

[_Exeunt with savage triumph._

_Music. The PRINCESS rushes forward, terror depicted in her face. After
running alternately to each side, and stopping undetermined and
bewildered, speaks._

PRINCESS. O whither shall I fly? what course pursue?
At Werocomoco, my frenzied looks
Would sure betray me. What if hence I haste?
I may o'ertake my lover, or encounter
My brother and his friends. Away, my Nima!

[_Exit NIMA._

O holy Spirit! thou whom my dear lover
Has taught me to adore and think most merciful,
Wing with thy lightning's speed my flying feet!

[_Music. Exit PRINCESS._

SCENE III. _Near Jamestown._

_Enter LARRY, and KATE as a page._

LARRY. Nine ships, five hundred men, and a lord governor! Och! St.
Patrick's blessing be upon them; they'll make this land flow with
buttermilk like green Erin. What say you, master page, isn't this a nice
neat patch to plant potatoes--I mean, to plant a nation in?

KATE. There's but one better.

LARRY. And which might that be?

KATE. E'en little green Erin that you spoke of.

LARRY. And were you ever--och, give me your fist--were you ever in
Ireland?

KATE. It's there I was born--

LARRY. I saw its bloom on your cheek.

KATE. And bred.

LARRY. I saw it in your manners.

KATE. Oh, your servant, sir. [_Bows._] And there, too, I fell in love.

LARRY. And, by the powers, so did I; and if a man don't fall into one of
the beautiful bogs that Cupid has digged there, faith he may stand without
tumbling, though he runs over all the world beside. Och, the creatures, I
can see them now--

KATE. Such sparkling eyes--

LARRY. Rosy cheeks--

KATE. Pouting lips--

LARRY. Tinder hearts! Och, sweet Ireland!

KATE. Aye, it was there that I fixed my affections after all my
wanderings.

_Song._--KATE.

Young Edward, through many a distant place,
Had wandering pass'd, a thoughtless ranger;
And, cheer'd by a smile from beauty's face,
Had laugh'd at the frowning face of danger.
Fearless Ned,
Careless Ned,
Never with foreign dames was a stranger;
And huff,
Bluff,
He laug