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SPANIARDS. GONSALVO, Governor of a Spanish Fort. FERNANDEZ, his Son. Florio, Lover of Almanza. PEREZ and GASPRO, Attendants of the Governor. ABDALLAH, a Slave of the Governor.
ALMANZA, the Governor's Daughter.
RAYMOND, an Englishman, but naturalized among
the Creeks, and their Leader. POTOWMAK, L Discontented Creeks. Telico, Other Creeks.
Zoa, Wife to Raymond.
Time, the Performance.
Scene, the Governor's House.
Gov. (With a letter in his hand.) This stubborn girl
still thwarts my great design,
Alm. I beg your pardon,
Gov. You could not hear;
I mark'd you : but no more such foolery.
(Reads.) “ Above all things gain over the Indian chief. If fair means will not bribe him, he must be dealt with accordingly. Remove this obstacle to our nation's glory, and reckon upon the generosity of Philip.” Now listen, and observe me. This proud chief Laughs at our proffer'd friendship-spurns our gold: Fear then alone remains. This very hour We were, by mutual consent, to meet, And fix our boundaries. I've plac'd an ambush, Which, as he passes You may guess the rest : He is, ere this, my prisoner.
Alm. Oh, my father, .
Gov. I will make him ours :
Alm. On me, my father?
(To a Messenger who enters.). Mess. The Indian chief, my liege.. .
Enter RAYMOND as prisoner, and Spaniards. Raym. Is this your governor ? I pray you, sir, chastise your vassals here: I have rebuk'd them, but they heed not me. The foul-mouth'd rogues report that by your order I am brought pris’ner here. It cannot be, That in defiance of all public faith, And the most solemn pledge 'twixt man and man, You have surpriz'd me. Oh, I see 'tis false; Your kindling cheek disowns the foul aspersion, And blushes for this outrage of your slaves.
Gov. (To the Attendants.). Retire. Go you, Almanza, to your chamber. [Exit ALMANZA, 'Tis by my orders you are here.
Raym. Indeed ! I then beg pardon of those humble knaves, And thank you for this high-born courtesy. Gov. You are too quick, sir. The great king, my
masterRaym. Did he bid thee do it? Gov. Again you are too warm. The king, my
master, Feels much good-will toward the Indian tribes.
Raym. And takes this royal mode of shewing it. Gov. There was no other. Oft by friendly means
I've tried to bring us face to face; but still
Raym. I scorn it still.
Gov. With what an eye
Raym. Yes, as the bee brings honey to the flower,