The Gods and Genii do as you have said. I'll to the Chiefs, and hasten them to Arms. (Exeunt PONTEACH and CONJURER. PRIEST [solus). This, by St. Peter, goes as I would have it. The Conjurer agreed with me to pump him, Or else deny to solve his dubious Vision: But, that we've so agreed in our Responses, Is all mere Providence, and rul'd by Heaven, To give us further Credit with this Indian. Now he is fix'd--will wage immediate War-- This will be joyful News in France and Rome, That Ponteach is in Arms, and won't allow The English to possess their new-gain'd Empire: That he has slain their Troops, destroy'd their Forts, Expell'd them from the Lakes to their old Limits: That he prefers the French, and will assist To repossess them of this fertile Land. By all the Saints, of this I'll make a Merit, Declare myself to be the wise Projector; This may advance me towards St. Peter's Chair, And these blind Infidels by Accident May have a Hand in making me a Pope-- But stop--Won't this defeat my other Purpose? To gain the Mohawk Princess to my Wishes? No--by the holy Virgin, I'll surprise her, And have one hearty Revel in her Charms. But now I'll hasten to this Indian Council; I may do something there that's apropos. [ (Exit.)

Ponteach Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

Rehearse Ponteach's monologue