She will but waste herself in barren tears, Nor save one victim from the gulph of ruin. UMFREVILLE. [Exit. Wake, lady, from this lethargy of sorrow, Nor thus in silent grief consume that strength, JULIA. Oh! What are toil and danger to the loss Of him who gave me being?-him, whose care E'en to this fatal period of misfortune, My friend and guide: his counsels taught me prudence, Left, like some shoot, whose parent tree the winds To droop and die-with thee, my father, fled UMFREVILLE. Remember yet Thou hast another father, who to thee, To him, thou mourn'st, and all of us, his children, Extends his care paternal; to whose sight As is the mightiest monarch of the earth, JULIA. Oh, pardon, heaven, if in the first surprise Oh! teach me resignation to thy will; Support my yielding strength, which, but for thee, Must sink beneath this load of woe. UMFREVILLE. I own, The burden is no light one; yet, perhaps, On more acquaintance, prove most profitable!-- Ye could not think to find within its bosom JULIA. That were indeed a blessing-but to think on't Nor cruel, but to those they take in war. UMFREVILLE. Oh! wond'rous spring Of youth's elastic mind, which, at one bound, O'er all the pleasing prospects, I have drawn, Enter Potowmac and Ferdinand conversing. POTOW MAC. Our dwellings are far hence;-but on this coast O'er the great waters, towards the rising sun- In frequent intercourse of peace and war. But say FERDINAND. which now prevails? POTOWMAC. The bloody hatchet Hath for some moons been buried in the earth. FERDINAND. Think you, your warriors then will give us here The hand of friendship, and conduct our steps To our own settlements? POTOW MAC. I know not that-the chief, who hath most weight Among our warlike youth, dislikes your nation, With much reluctance smok'd the pipe of peace; And, could he find occasion, would resume (Being mov'd to anger) as the cataract, Whose roar the hunter, list'ning for his prey, Hears in the woods far off-And more there are, |