Philip Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

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

male · dramatic · 1:19 min

Our Father's late Behaviour and Discourse Unite to raise Suspicions in my Mind Of his Designs? Hast thou not yet observ'd, That tho' at first he favour'd England's Troops, When they late landed on our fertile Shore, Proclaim'd his Approbation of their March, Convoy'd their Stores, protected them from Harm, Nay, put them in Possession of Detroit; And join'd to fill the Air with loud Huzzas When England's Flag was planted on its Walls? Yet, since, he seems displeas'd at their Success, Thinks himself injured, treated with Neglect By their Commanders, as of no Account, As one subdu'd and conquer'd with the French, As one, whose Right to Empire now is lost, And he become a Vassal of their Power, Instead of an Ally. At this he's mov'd, And in his Royal Bosom glows Revenge, Which I suspect will sudden burst and spread Like Lightning from the Summer's burning Cloud, That instant sets whole Forests in a Blaze.

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