PRINCESS. Oh! I feel that 'tis very sweet. Lover, with thy lips thou didst make me feel it. My lips shall teach thee sweet love. [_Kisses him, and artlessly looks up in his face; placing her hand upon his heart._] Does thy heart beat? ROLFE. Beat! O heaven!-- [_ROBIN, who had been with NIMA, comes forward._ ROBIN. Gad! we must end our amours, or we shall be left. Sir, my master, hadn't we better-- ROLFE. Booby! idiot! _Enter WALTER._ WALTER. Sir, lieutenant, the captain awaits your coming up. ROLFE. I'll follow on the instant. PRINCESS. Thou wilt not go? ROLFE. But for a time, love. PRINCESS. I do not wish thee to leave me. ROLFE. I must, love; but I will return. PRINCESS. Soon--very soon? ROLFE. Very--very soon. PRINCESS. I am not pleased now--and yet my heart beats. Oh, lover! ROLFE. My angel! there shall not a sun rise and set, ere I am with thee. Adieu! thy own heavenly innocence be thy safeguard. Farewell, sweet love! _Music. He embraces her and exit, followed by ROBIN and WALTER. PRINCESS looks after him. A pause._ PRINCESS. O Nima! NIMA. Princess, white men are pow-wows. The white man put his lips here, and I felt something--here-- [_Putting her hand to her heart._ PRINCESS. O lover! _She runs to the place whence ROLFE went out, and gazes after him._ _Music. Enter from opposite side, MIAMI._ MIAMI. [_Sternly._] Princess! PRINCESS. [_Turning._] Ah! MIAMI. Miami has followed thy steps. Thou art the friend of the white men. PRINCESS. Yes, for they are good and godlike. MIAMI. Mine eyes beheld the pale youth part from you; your arms were entwined, your lips were together! [_Struggling with jealousy._ PRINCESS. He is my lover; I am his lover. [_Still looking after ROLFE._ MIAMI. [_Stamps with anger._] Hear me! In what do the red yield to the white men? and who among the red men is like Miami? While I was yet a child, did the dart which my breath blew through my sarbacan ever fail to pierce the eye of the bird? What youth dared, like Miami, to leap from the precipice, and drag the struggling bear from the foaming torrent? Is there a hunter--is there a warrior--skilful and brave as Miami? Come to my cabin, and see the scalps and the skins that adorn it. They are the trophies of the Susquehannock! PRINCESS. Man, mine eyes will never behold thy trophies. They are not pleased to look on thee. [_Averting her eyes with disgust._ MIAMI. Ha! [_Pause--he resumes in a softened tone._] Princess, I have crossed many woods and waters, that I might bear the daughter of Powhatan to my nation. Shall my people cry out, with scorn, "behold! our prince returns without his bride?" In what is the pale youth above the red Miami?