Catchum. Catchum. This should have been new-drawn before they enter'd. Gripe. Gripe. What matters that? They cannot read, you know, And you can read to them in gen'ral Terms. Enter Ponteach, with several of his Chieftains. Ponteach Sharp. Sharp. Welcome, my Brothers, we are glad to meet you, And hope that you will not repent our coming. Ponteach. Ponteach. We're glad to see our Brothers here the English. If honourable Peace be your Desire,[Pg 132] [Pg 132] We'd always have the Hatchet buried deep, While Sun and Moon, Rivers and Lakes endure,
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