Part 4 (1/2)

_During the latter part of the dialogue, the INDIANS had crept in, still approaching till they had almost surrounded SMITH. A burst of savage music. They seize and bear him off, the PRINCE in vain endeavouring to prevent it._

PRINCE. Hold! the white man is the brother of your prince; hold, coward warriors! [_He rushes out._

SCENE V. _Powhatan River, as the first scene._

_Enter LARRY._

Now do I begin to suspect, what, to be sure, I've been certain of a long time, that master Robin's a little bit of a big rogue. I just now observed him with my friend Walter's wife. Arrah! here they come. By your leave, fair dealing, I'll play the eavesdropper behind this tree.

[_Retires behind a tree._

_Enter ALICE, followed by ROBIN._

ROBIN. But, mistress Alice, pretty Alice.

ALICE. Ugly Robin, I'll not hear a syllable.

ROBIN. But plague, prithee, Alice, why so coy?

_Enter WALTER [observing them, stops]._

ALICE. Master Robin, if you follow me about any longer with your fooleries, my Walter shall know of it.

ROBIN. A fig for Walter! is he to be mentioned the same day with the dapper Robin? can Walter make sonnets and madrigals, and set them, and sing them? besides, the Indians have eat him by this, I hope.

WALTER. Oh, the rascal!

ROBIN. Come, pretty one, quite alone, no one near, even that blundering Irishman away.

LARRY. O you spalpeen! I'll blunder on you anon.

ROBIN. Shall we, Alice, shall we?

_Quartetto._

ROBIN.

Mistress Alice, say, Walter's far away, Pretty Alice!

Nay, now--prithee, pray, Shall we, Alice? hey!

Mistress Alice?

ALICE.

Master Robin, nay-- Prithee, go your way, Saucy Robin!

If you longer stay, You may rue the day, Master Robin.

WALTER. [_Aside._] True my Alice is.

LARRY. [_Aside._] Wat shall know of this.