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For which, whilst living, I shall spurn myself;
But that is past.

Raym. Wilt live, and be my friend ?
Tel. Never, for I can die thine enemy.
Raym. How have I wrong'd thee?

Tel. Thou hast a white complexion-
Art chieftain of the Creeks — which I would be:
And wouldst be their first warrior - which I am.
But words are idle.

Let him speak in groans then..
Tel. Curses, you mean. An Indian utter groans !
It is a language which my mother knew not,
And could not teach it to her son.
'Tis like enough that, with my parting breath,
I may hiss curses thro' my clenched teeth:
But groans - no, never! thro’ these closing eyes
My spirit shall look forth with fix'd disdain ;
Nor henceforth will I utter more than this —
Living, I hate, and dying, will despise thee.

[Exeunt Telico and PotOWMAK, with Creeks. Raym. Which of you is Florio?

Flor. I'll answer to that name till I've done something to be asham'd of it. :

Raym. The rest are free: you, sir, must stay with us.

Flor. Pray, sir, have you taken a particular fancy to me?

Raym. Know you this Indian girl ? (Taking AlMANZA by the hand, and shewing her to him.)

Flor. Know her, sir? Yes, sir that is to say, I do not know her; or, to speak more correctly, I know very little about her.

Raym. She claims you as her husband.

Flor. Indeed, sir : she does me a great deal of honour: but there's another lady, named Donna Almanza, daughter to that gentleman, who has a prior claim upon me in that capacity; and as neither your laws nor ours will suffer a gentleman to double the blessings of matrimony, I can't possibly indulge both the ladies. Alm. You'll contrive that very well, I dare say.

(Aside.) Raym. (To ALMANZA.) Did he not promise to marry you?

Alm. Oh, yes, and swore great oaths.

Flor. Nay, I did make a sort of promise; but curse me if I swore: besides, we were only in jest. Come, come, be an honest wench, and confess we were only in jest.

Alm. Oh, no, it was no jest

Flor. Then, as I hope to be saved, 'twas a jest. Raym. In jest or earnest, you must wed her, sir.

Flor. Well, well, I have no objection to marry the lady in jest; but there, with your permission, the jest shall end.

Raym. It is no joke. We have a custom, sir,
And custom is our law, (which, to oppose,
Is but to rear a bulrush 'gainst the flood)
That any one (no matter of what nation)
Who promises an Indian maid his love,
Shall, as her husband, make that promise good.
Gons. So, so, I may get rid of him, however.

. (Aside.) Flor. Nay, my dear sir, I knew you had certain laws with respect to the married ladies; but I thought maids were left to govern themselves.

Raym. (To GONSALVO.) Then I appeal to you, sir; tho’ a Spaniard. You have a daughter.

Gons. Yes.
Raym. Suppose a case, then.
Flor. Oh, my cursed vivacity.

Raym. Suppose a smooth gallant,
Handsome, as this may be, with soft-breath'd speech,
And other gentle practices of love,
Stole to your daughter's heart - as you're a father,
And jealous of the honour of your child,


Were you in judgment sitting on this man,
What would your judgment be?

'Tis a hard question.
If, as 'tis urg'd, and has not been denied,
If with fair seeming honourable love
He entertain’d her, and the hope of marriage,
Then, as a father, jealous of the honour
Of my own child, in this poor Indian girl —
But hold — her parents have consented ? .

Flor. Right, sir, a very excellent question : you would not, I am sure, let me marry your daughter without your consent.

Raym. They have consented.

Flor. Perhaps, sir, by this time they have chang'd their mind. :

Gons. Why, then, I think,
In honour and in conscience, as by law,
Florio is bound to make the maid his wife.
Raym. (Takes ALMANZA's hand, and leads her to

Florio.) Come, your hand, sir.
What, you refuse! — Prepare the stake.

Flor. Refuse – oh, no! - The stake! - That is, don't absolutely refuse

Raym. D’ye hear. (To the Creeks.)

Flor. Not immediately, if you please, gentlemen. A word with the lady, by your leave. Madam, as

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you are determined to make a happy man of me, whether I will or no, it is but candid I should give you a slight sketch of the joys we are likely to experience.

Alm. Oh, I could listen to that voice for ever.
Raym. Come, sir.

Flor. Well, sir, I give - no, I don't give it, but there is my hand. (She takes his hand, and leads him to the

Alm. Your blessing and forgiveness, sir.
Gons. How !
Alm. Your daughter, sir.
Fern. My sister !
Flor. Almanza!
Gons. This is a trick.

An honest one, sir.
You have passed sentence like a righteous judge;
Now, like a father, see it executed.

Gons. Well, well, I see Fortune will have it so, And I consent.

Alm. Why, Florio, still amazed ?

Flor. Yes: by this light, or rather by this darkness, thou art she; and for this jade's trick thou hast played, in forcing me to marry the woman I adore, I will love thee most unmercifully.

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