will I act the man.

ROLFE. Faith, I have seen thee do 't, and burn'd with shame,
That he who so could fight should ever sigh.

PERCY. Think'st thou our captain lives?

ROLFE. Tush! he must live;
He was not born to perish so. Believe 't,
He'll hold these dingy devils at the bay,
Till we come up and succour him.

PERCY. And yet
A single arm against a host--alas!
I fear me he has fallen.

ROLFE. Then never fell
A nobler soul, more valiant, or more worthy,
Or fit to govern men. If he be gone,
Heaven save our tottering colony from falling!
But see, th' adventurers from their daily toil.

_Enter adventurers, WALTER, LARRY, ROBIN, ALICE, &c._

WALTER. Now, gentlemen labourers, a lusty roundelay after the toils of the
day; and then to a sound sleep, in houses of our own building.

_Roundelay Chorus._

Now crimson sinks the setting sun,
And our tasks are fairly done.
Jolly comrades, home to bed,
Taste the sweets by labour shed;
Let his poppy seal your eyes,
Till another day arise,
For our tasks are fairly done,
As crimson sinks the setting sun.

ACT II.

SCENE I. _Inside the palace at Werocomoco. POWHATAN in state, GRIMOSCO,
&c., his wives, and warriors, ranged on each side. Music._

POWHATAN. My people, strange beings have appeared among us; they come from
the bosom of the waters, amid fire and thunder; one of them has our
war-god delivered into our hands: behold the white being!

_Music. SMITH is brought in; his appearance excites universal wonder;
POCAHONTAS expresses peculiar admiration._

POCAHONTAS. O Nima! is it not a God!

POWHATAN. Miami, though thy years are few, thou art experienced as age;
give us thy voice of counsel.

MIAMI. Brothers, this stranger is of a fearful race of beings; their
barren hunting grounds lie beneath the world, and they have risen, in
monstrous canoes, through the great water, to spoil and ravish from us our
fruitful inheritance. Brothers, this stranger must die; six of our
brethren have fall'n by his hand. Before we lay their bones in the narrow
house, we must avenge them: their unappeased spirits will not go to rest
beyond the mountains; they cry out for the stranger's blood.

NANTAQUAS. Warriors, listen to my words; listen, my father, while your son
tells the deeds of the brave white man. I saw him when 300 of our fiercest
chiefs formed the warring around him. But he defied