Perhaps, tho' somewhat it does strain belief,

Somewhat diminish'd from your former self,
But yet his wife: reft of his love, indeed,
But still entitled to civility:

Doom'd to some galling offices, perhaps ;

To serve where you commanded; to stand by,
And see them mingle kisses in the cup.

Zoa. I will have vengeance!

Hence, and let me think.

Pot. Give me the picture then.

Zoa.

I'll bring it presently.

Pot.

Away, Potowmak;

Fie on these thoughts!

You are an Indian woman, who, till wrong'd,
Shouldst feel affection, and when wrong'd

Zoa.

Revenge.

I want not to be schooled. Away!

Pot.

Farewell, then. [Exit.

Zoa. Think'st thou I'll weep, and load the air with

sighs:

A spectacle of pity, sit me down,

That men may cry "Poor Zoa" as they pass!

No, let the breath that should be spent in sighs,

Blow the loose sparks of vengeance to a flame;
And my hot tears like scanty water feed it:
White man, beware, for thou hast wrong'd my love,
And thou his fair fac'd minion keep aloof,
Out of my hatchets sweep, beyond the flight
Of the wing'd death that in my quiver sleeps,~
Or I shall strew thy tresses on the earth,
And feed the vultures with these dainty limbs.

Enter ALMANZa disguised as an Indian woman.Zoa. Ha! Who art thou?

Alm. One who has broke upon your meditations, To learn the shortest road to Zoa's hut.

Zoa. What is thy business with her? I am she. Thou art not of our tribe.

Alm.

You see a Spanish fugitive.

Zoa.

Nor of your country

A Spaniard?

Thou art the governor's daughter? 'Tis by heav'ns!

(Aside.)

Alm. You have guess'd boldly, think not there

fore rightly.

Zoa. Your pale cheek tells me 'tis a cunning guess, A true one, lady.

Alm..

Who and what I am

You shall be told hereafter; now suffice it,

I am the friend of Raymond.

Zo4. Have you seen him?
Alm. Yes.

Zoa. In his prison? Did you visit him?

Alm. I was the herald of his liberty. -
Zoa. Oh 'twas a truly charitable thought
To visit a poor captive in his cell :
And tho' cold-blooded prudence at the deed
Might shake her head, and envy look awry,
Yet we have souls above such sorry fancies:
We know to prize the act, and clasp the doer

In the warm fold of friendship — Raymond's friend
Must be the friend of Zoa. You look weary;
Come, I will lead you to my
hut.-Believe me,

I feel with a keen sense the obligation,

And hope ere long to thank you as I ought. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

Governor's House.

GONSALVO as returning from the pursuit of the Indians, with Attendants.

Gons. It is in vain - My rage is idly spent, Wild as the wind that o'er the desert sweeps.

My heedless boy! Oh, should this Indian scape me,

Raym. (Entering.) Stand by, and let me pass.

Gon. Then all is well.

Raym. You see I keep my word, sir,
Gons. You may have heard

My son, another Spanish gentleman,
And their attendant, by your savage tribes,

Have been most basely seiz❜d,

Raym. What, by the Creeks?

Gons. Yes, and are now detain’d

Raym. As prisoners, sir?

Seiz'd without provocation, and unarm'd.

Gons. Ay, as they hunted

Raym. 'Tis a grievous fault,

In savage Indians most unpardonable:

Had they been Spaniards, who to serve their turn, Had kidnapp'd an unciviliz❜d Creek,

Whilst they held out to him the right hand of friend

ship,

Something might have been said: - but for rudeCreeks,
Excuse me whilst I hang my head and blush,
That they should so forget humanity. —

Gon. I understand your sneer; but mark me, sir,
If they but scratch my boy- observe me well,
If they draw from him but one drop of blood;
Thou shalt be rack'd and tortur'd, till thy groans
Have reach'd the topmost note of agony.

Raym. Gnats and musquitoes.

Gons.

Thou shalt be years in dying.

Mark me well,

PEREZ. (Entering.) Where's the governor,

Gon. Ha! what bringest thou? out with thy horrid tale:

It cannot be more dismal than thy looks;

Nor can my cheek grow paler with the news,

Than thine is in the bearing it.

Per. Thy son and Florio,

Gons. They are dead

Per. I hope not so.

Gons.

Proceed

go on.

And yet thou fear'st it, speak.

Per. We were made prisoners.