ROBIN. Thank him for nothing; for I've predetermined, look you, not to be led into peril. Oh, master Larry, what a plague had I to do to leave my snug cot and my brown lass, to follow master Rolfe to this devil of a country, where there's never a girl nor a house! LARRY. Out, you driveller! didn't I leave as neat a black-ey'd girl, and as pretty a prolific potato-patch all in tears-- ROBIN. Your potato-patch in tears! that's a bull, master Larry-- LARRY. You're a calf, master Robin. Wasn't it raining? Och, I shall never forget it; the thunder rolling, and her tongue a-going, and her tears and the rain; och, bother, but it was a dismal morning! _Song_--LARRY. I. Och! dismal and dark was the day, to be sure, When Larry took leave of sweet Katy Maclure; And clouds dark as pitch hung just like a black lace O'er the sweet face of Heav'n and my Katy's sweet face. Then, while the wind blow'd, and she sigh'd might and main, Drops from the black skies Fell--and from her black eyes; Och! how I was soak'd with her tears--and the rain. [_Speaks._] And then she gave me this beautiful keep-sake [_Shows a pair of scissors._], which if ever I part with, may a tailor clip me in two with his big shears. Och! when Katy took you in hand, how nicely did you snip and snap my bushy, carroty locks; and now you're cutting the hairs of my heart to pieces, you tieves you-- [_Sings._] Och! Hubbaboo--Gramachree--Hone! II. When I went in the garden, each bush seem'd to sigh Because I was going--and nod me good-bye; Each stem hung its head, drooping bent like a bow, With the weight of the water--or else of its woe; And while sorrow, or wind, laid some flat on the ground, Drops of rain, or of grief, Fell from every leaf, Till I thought in a big show'r of tears I was drown'd. [_Speaks._] And then each bush and leaf seem'd to sigh, and say, "don't forget us, Larry." I won't, said I.--"But arrah, take something for remembrance," said they; and then I dug up this neat jewel [_Shows a potato._]; you're a little withered to be sure, but if ever I forget your respectable family, or your delightful dwelling place--may I never again see any of your beautiful brothers and plump sisters!--Och! my darling, if you had come hot from the hand of Katy, how my mouth would have watered at ye; now, you divil, you bring the water into my eyes. [_Sings_.] Och! Hubbaboo--Gramachree--Hone! [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Werocomoco, the royal village of POWHATAN. INDIAN GIRLS arranging ornaments for a bridal dress. Music._ NIMA. Let us make haste, my companions, to finish the dress of the bride; to-day the prince Miami returns with our hunters from the chase; to-morrow he will bear away our princess to his own nation. _Enter POCAHONTAS from the wood, with bow and arrow, and a flamingo (red bird). Music as she enters._