DRAMATIS PERSONE. 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. INDIANS. RAYMOND, an Englishman, but naturalized among the Creeks, and their Leader. POTOWMAK, } Discontented Creeks. TELICO, Other Creeks. Zos, Wife to Raymond. Time, the Performance. THE INDIANS. Scene, the Governor's House. Gov. (With a letter in his hand.) This stubborn girl still thwarts my great design, And stands between me and my monarch's smile. Taught her to mock a father's dull commands, Enter ALMANZA. Alm. Sir. Gov. Why came you not at first? Alm. I beg your pardon, If I have made you wait, sir. Gov. You could not hear; You were all eye to follow Florio. I mark'd you but no more such foolery. But you shall hear him speak. (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 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, Think you that Indian friendship can be bought With Spanish perfidy? Gov. I will make him ours: The rest depends on thee. Alm. On me, my father? Gov. Ay, girl, on thee. Well (To a Messenger who enters.) Mess. The Indian chief, my liege. Enter RAYMOND as prisoner, and Spaniards. I pray you, sir, chastise your vassals here: I have rebuk'd them, but they heed not me. And the most solemn pledge 'twixt man and man, 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. master Raym. Did he bid thee do it? The great king, my Gov. Again you are too warm. master, The king, my Feels much good-will toward the Indian tribes. I've tried to bring us face to face; but still Raym. I scorn it still. Is there no corner of the peopled earth Must spoil his poor inheritance. Shame, shame! With all the prodigality of nature: Your palaces, your buildings, and your pomp The daintiest viands crown your social boards; Gov. With what an eye You look upon our purposes! We came To enrich, and not impoverish this domain. Raym. Yes, as the bee brings honey to the flower, |