onsenting, the angry
Gods are Witness.

_Ana._ 'Twas pity.

_Queen._ Twelve tedious Moons I pass'd in silent Languishment; Honour
endeavouring to destroy my Love, but all in vain; for still my Pain
return'd whenever I beheld my Conqueror; but now when I consider him as
Murderer of my Lord-- [Fiercely.] I sigh and wish--some other fatal Hand
had given him his Death.--But now there's a necessity, I must be brave
and overcome my Heart; What if I do? ah, whither shall I fly? I have no
_Amazonian_ Fire about me, all my Artillery is Sighs and Tears, the
Earth my Bed, and Heaven my Canopy. [Weeps.
[After Noise of Fighting.
Hah, we are surpriz'd; Oh, whither shall I fly? And yet methinks a
certain trembling Joy, spite of my Soul, spite of my boasted Honour,
runs shivering round my Heart.

Enter an _Indian_.

_Ind._ Madam, your Out-guards are surpriz'd by _Bacon_, who hews down
all before him, and demands the Queen with such a Voice, and Eyes so
fierce and angry, he kills us with his Looks.

_Cav._ Draw up your poison'd Arrows to the head, and aim them at his
Heart, sure some will hit.

_Queen._ Cruel _Cavaro_,--wou'd 'twere fit for me to contradict thy
Justice.
[Aside.

_Bac._ [Within.] The Queen, ye Slaves, give me the Queen, and live!

He enters furiously, beating back some _Indians_; _Cavaro's_ Party
going to shoot, the _Queen_ runs in.

_Queen._ Hold, hold, I do command ye.
[_Bacon_ flies on 'em as they shoot and miss him, fights like a
Fury, and wounds the _Queen_ in the Disorder; beats them all out.
--hold thy commanding Hand, and do not kill me, who wou'd not hurt
thee to regain my Kingdom--
[He snatches her in his Arms, she reels.

_Bac._ Hah--a Woman's Voice,--what art thou? Oh my Fears!

_Queen._ Thy Hand has been too cruel to a Heart--whose Crime was only
tender Thoughts for thee.

_Bac._ The Queen! What is't my sacrilegious Hand has done!

_Queen._ The noblest Office of a gallant Friend, thou'st sav'd my
Honour, and hast given me Death.

_Bac._ Is't possible! ye unregarding Gods, is't possible?

_Queen._ Now I may love you without Infamy, and please my dying Heart by
gazing on you.

_Bac._ Oh, I am lost--for ever lost--I find my Brain turn with the wild
confusion.

_Queen._ I faint--oh, lay me gently on the Earth. [Lays her down.

_Bac._ Who waits-- [Turns in Rage to his Men.
Make of the Trophies of the War a Pile, and set it all on fire, that