SMITH. Yet, prince, accept at least my ardent thanks: A thousand times told over, they would fail To pay what you and your dear sister claim. Through my long absence from my people here, You have sustain'd their feebleness. NANTAQUAS. O brother, To you, the conqueror of our father's foes; To you, the sun which from our darken'd minds Has chas'd the clouds of error, what can we Not to remain your debtors? SMITH. Gen'rous soul! Your friendship is my pride. But who knows aught Of our young Rolfe? PERCY. This morning, sir, I hear, An hour ere our arrival, the lieutenant Accompanied the princess to her father's. SMITH. Methinks our laughing friend has found at last The power of sparkling eyes. What say you, prince, To a brave, worthy soldier for your brother? NANTAQUAS. Were I to choose, I'd put all other by To make his path-way clear unto my sister. But come, sir, shall we to my father's banquet? One of my train I've sent to give him tidings Of your long-wish'd for coming. SMITH. Gentle prince, You greet my fresh return with welcome summons, And I obey it cheerfully. Good Walter, And, worthy sir [_To LARRY._], be it your care To play the queen bee here, and keep the swarm Still gathering busily. Look to it well: Our new-raised hive must hold no drones within it. Now, forward, sirs, to Werocomoco. [_Exeunt SMITH, PRINCE, PERCY, &c._ _Manent WALTER and LARRY._ WALTER. So, my compeer in honour, we must hold The staff of sway between us. LARRY. Arrah, man, If we hould it between us, any rogue Shall run clean off before it knocks him down, While at each end we tug for mastery. WALTER. Tush, man! we'll strike in unison. LARRY. Go to-- WALTER. And first, let's to the forest--the young sparks In silken doublets there are felling trees, Poor, gentle masters, with their soft palms blister'd; And, while they chop and chop, they swear and swear, Drowning with oaths the echo of their axe. LARRY. Are they so hot in choler? WALTER. Aye. LARRY. We'll cool 'em; And pour cold patience down their silken sleeves. WALTER. Cold patience! LARRY. In the shape of water, honey. WALTER. A notable discovery; come away! LARRY. Ha! isn't that a sail? WALTER. A sail! a fleet! [_Looking toward the river._ _Enter TALMAN._ TALMAN. We have discovered nine tall ships. LARRY. Discovered! Away, you rogue, we have discovered them, With nature's telescopes. Run--scud--begone-- Down to the river! Och, St. Pat, I thank you! _Go toward river. Huzza within. Music expresses joyful bustle. Scene closes._ SCENE II. _A grove._ _Enter ROBIN and NIMA._ ROBIN. Aye, bless you, I knew I should creep into your heart at last, my little dusky divinity. NIMA. Divinity! what's that?