GRIMOSCO. And at last, when the angel of death obeys his call of anguish, whither will go his condemned soul? Not to the fair forests, where his brave fathers are. Oh! never will Powhatan clasp the dear ones who have gone before him. His exiled, solitary spirit will forever houl on the barren heath where the wings of darkness rest. No ray of hope shall visit him; eternal will be his night of despair. POWHATAN. Forbear, forbear! O priest, teach me to avert the dreadful doom. GRIMOSCO. Let the white men be slaughtered. POWHATAN. The angry Spirit shall be appeased. Come. [_Exit._ GRIMOSCO. Thy priest will follow thee. _Enter MIAMI._ MIAMI. Excellent Grimosco! Thy breath, priest, is a deadly pestilence, and hosts fall before it. Yet--still is Miami a captive. GRIMOSCO. 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.