Chekitan Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

From Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America by Robert Rogers

male · dramatic · 1:24 min

(Seeing TORAX and MONELIA, coming towards them.) As the young Hunter, anxious in the Chace, With beating Heart and quivering Hand espies The wish'd for Game, and trembles for th' Event, So I behold the bright Monelia's Steps, Whom anxiously I've sought, approach this way-- What shall I say? or how shall I accost her? It is a fatal Minute to mistake in. The Joy or Grief of Life depends upon 't; It is the important Crisis of my Fate. I've thought a thousand things to say and do, But know not which to say or do the first. Shall I begin with my old Tale of Love? Or shall I shock her with the News of War? Must I put on the Face of Joy or Grief? Seem unconcern'd or full of Doubts and Fears? How unprepar'd I am for the Encounter! I'd rather stand against an Host of Foes-- But she draws near, and Fate must guide me now, [ (Enter TORAX and MONELIA.) Where tend your Steps with such an Air of Joy?

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