reat Spirit delights in mercy. Be thou our friend,
warrior; bury thy tomahawk deep in earth; let not jealous foreigners
excite thy vengeance against us; but living as we do in one territory,
let us smoke the calumet of peace, you and all your tribe, and let
concord hereafter reign amongst us.--Be this the token.

[_Gives a belt of wampum._

INDIAN. Brother, I accept the token; forgive my rage, and pardon my
unjust anger. Protect our warriors and wives; guard their wigwams from
destruction; soften their prejudices and remove their jealousies. Do
this, and the red man is your friend. I have urged you far to end my
life: you have tempered your passions with mercy, and we are no longer
foes. Farewell!

[_Exit._

LAROLE Parbleu, dis general is like von great Roman. I vill speak von
vord pour myself, I vill make de speech like de sauvage.

GENERAL. [_To LAROLE._] And you, sir, it appears, are in disguise,
unlike a civilized soldier; you have been taken in the ranks with
Indians.

LAROLE. Sair, mon general, you sall here vat I am goin to say. I am von
Frenchiman; in my contree every Frenchiman he is von soldat.

GENERAL. Well?

LAROLE. Begar, sair, I must fight vid somebody, because it is my
bisness. In de Egypt I did fight 'gainst de Turc; in Europe I did fight
de whole vorld vis de Grand Napoleon, and in Amerique I did fight
against you vid myself. Mais, you take a me de prisonier, I can fight no
more; I vill trow myself on de protection of dis contree; I vill no more
fight contree de Yankee Doodel; I vill stay here and eat de ros beef vid
you, and mon capitain la, he may go to de devil.

GENERAL. Admirably concluded. And you, sir, what can we do to lighten
your captivity?

PENDRAGON. Why sir, if war was not my profession, I'd sell out; but it's
always my maxim to obey orders, whatever they may be: therefore, shall
be happy to have a brush with you in war, and equally happy to crack a
bottle of Burgundy with you in peace; a flash in the pan in one way, or
a puff from a segar in another; a bullet under the ribs in battle, or a
country dance in a ball-room; all's one to me, if it's only fashionably
conducted.

GENERAL. Well, let's into my tent and partake of some refreshment. We
may not always meet as enemies.

PENDRAGON. [_To ADELA._] Allow me the felicity of your little finger.
[_Aside._] She's struck with